They Don't Know About Us - A One Direction Fan fiction

Chapter 4- Everything has changed

I'm doing this chapter on my iPad, so if there are any mistakes sorry. ! Hope you enjoy :)

And anyone who reads this, mind fanning me? Thanks!

~~~~~~~ Scarlett POV

It's been a couple days since i saw Alice. We talk on the phone, but she still seems pretty depressed. Things have been slowly getting better at school now though. I don't eat lunch by myself anymore, and the One Direction concert is only 3 months away! So I'm getting prepared for that! I still have no idea how I'm going to act when I meet them. I'm so nervous.

Yesterday I opened my locker and a whole bunch of little paper slips fell out. Guess what they were. Ambers number for Harry. I still find it funny that she thinks I'm going to give it too him. But when she wants something, she really works for it. So I'm expecting more numbers in my locker everyday. Whatever, her loss she didn't get any tickets.

I was walking to my moths class when I heard some girls in my maths class talking about Alice. "Did to hear, that Alice Allen girl kissed her science teacher! That is so gross, he's like, ancient" they said . So I did what any other best friend would do. I stuck up for her and punched that bitch in the face. Well... I thought about doing it. But I did say something to them.

"Okay, listen up" I said as I turned around " Alice, did not kiss her science teacher, she doesn't even have science this semester, so I suggest you shut your mouth and stop spreading that rumor about her, cause its not true." They were quite the rest of the way to class.

I really wish Alice was here.

~~~~~~~~ Alice POV

I don't know what to do anymore. Amber keeps sending m messages on Facebook that makes me feel even worse about myself. So I blocked her. Then she sent them over her friends accounts. So I block them too. And now she won't stop calling my Ouse when I'm home alone. She keeps calling me a coward and worthless. I honestly can't take it. I've been diagnosed with depression. And every time I hear her voice, and even think about what she's saying to me, I cut. I have too. It's the only way to make myself less on the edge. Every time I cut, it's like I'm letting out all the pressure thats building up inside my body.

I tell Scarlett I'm doing better. But I just say that so she won't worry about me, and come over to see my wrists. I'm trying to get better for her. I'm still looking forward to the One Direction concert. Only 3 months away. But what will they think if they see my wrists? They'll probably hate me. Like everyone else on this planet does.