Confessions of a Fandom Freak: A One Direction Story

CONFESSION TEN

CONFESSION TEN

IM REALLY SORRY FOR THE LATE UPLOAD! 

I went out of town to visit USC(dream college) and just got overwhelmed with work so I couldn't write. Finally got it in but I'm still so frazzled. I literally don't sleep cause I can't get anything done...

Ill upload what I can when I can.

Tell me what you think of where the story is going!

~Millennia

 Yeah, if you looking for your real love

Well, goodnight, my dear

T.I.: Welcome to the World

So here I am. Pulling my hood up as the rain drops fall harder and my sweatshirt begins to soak up.

What happened?

He happened.

Niall. James. Horan.

Just yesterday I would have been jumping with joy to see him but no, not today. He lied to me. Over an over again. I joked and told KevinThePigeon that he must be a member of one direction. Sure it gave me some security to see that it wasn't, but he didn't need to lie.

How can I even associate myself with someone like that? Lies only entangle you more. They turn you into a fly in a spiderweb. The more you struggle to get out, the deeper you entangle.

I don't cry. I won't cry. I'm stronger than that. Better than that.

"Viv c'mon just wait," Niall says through the crowd if people turning to talk about us. I snap around, making his hand fly off my shoulder.

"Niall!! OMG it's Niall! We are so lucky!!" Girls scream as the crowd comes closer.

"Wait for what Niall. For you to stop lying to me?" I snap as he draws a quick breathe and turns his head down.

"Why are you so mean to Niall? He's my special snowflake you bitch!!" some girl yells at me inching closer. I don't have time to this. I go into a sprint towards the bus stop four miles away. Can't I just get home already? I heave in my breathes and turn around the corner to watch the bus leave. Great. I'm late. I march in desperation to the stop to see the next bus won't be coming back for another 25 minutes. I pull my phone out of my pocket and attempt to call Claire or Abby for a ride but my phone is at 4 percent.

I call Claire first but she doesn't pick up. She texts back that she's busy and.... dead. I just watch the cars slosh by in the sudden mess of rain. This is just an awful week in general.

What was I expecting out of KevinThePigeon anyways?He seemed nice enough. Worst case, he could be a serial rapist or killer. Biggest plot twist: it's Niall Horan.

I hate this. I'm such an idiot. Why can't I just let it go? It's just little things (A/N: OMG little things... *le cry*) and it will all blow over. But the thing is... I've been hurt too much. I don't want to drift somewhere where someone will lie to me. That's happened my entire life. People use and abuse me until I'm done.

Suddenly, a black limo parks in front of the bus stop and I drop my knees down to make standing more easily. A gray umbrella emerges from it and Niall is holding it. I seriously made so many turns so I have no idea how he found me.

"Can I please give you a lift at least? It would make me feel worse for you to catch a cold," his melodic voice sounds over the cars sloshing puddles behind him. "Well maybe that's what you deserve," I retort snarling, feeling a shiver crawl up my spine.

"So you want to get sick?" he stumbles as he tries to suppress a flirtatious smirk.

"No..." I blow a chunk of wet hair out of my face defiantly and stand holding my ground. My hair has lost practically all it's curl so it hangs like a wet dog of pathetic.

"Please? You know you don't want to get sick..." the door pops open and he ushers for me to get in.

Just another stupid decision that I like to call my life.

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After explaining the limo driver where I live I sit in silence, debating how to jump out of the car without getting killed. We learned how to ninja roll in karate and I'm sure it wouldn't hurt that much...

"I am really sorry Viv. I mean really. Sorry..." Niall begins, inching in to cover the distance between us that is the middle seat. I just look out the window in desperation to get out.

"That doesn't change anything..." I mumble while feeling like I'm just talking to the window.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know how you would react and I didn't want you to freak out and I-"

"Turn left here," I call to the can driver and ignoring him slightly.

"I wanted you to get to know the real me," he finally finishes his sentence.

I stay quiet for a small second as the driver pulls up to the complex with rain still going just as hard. "We'll I guess I just got to know that Niall Horan is a liar," I spit out and slam the door and close off his protests.

After dashing under the cabana, I look back to see him sulking into his chair looking down at his lap solemnly. "You made the right decision," I continuously mumble to myself as I wait in the elevator. All I want to do is pass out on my bed and .......

The posters.

Fuck.

His face is plastered everywhere.

To think, just yesterday I thought he was cute and I thought of marrying him. In an angry fit, I reach and tear them all down, even the ones with the other boys.

No one is as perfect as they seem