Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Broken Memories

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Chapter 18

Broken Memories

***Kayla’s POV***

Deserted Park

It was three in the morning and no one was outside. The only movement was the trees swaying left and right in the wind. It was peaceful. No screams or yells from the children on the playground meters away, no family having a picnic chattering happily, there was nothing. It made up for the many something’s I felt inside.

I closed my eyes as I felt the wind brush my face in a calming motion, not many times did I feel like this. Calm, safe. It was funny to me though, I felt safe in a deserted park in the early hours of the morning. I guess it reminded me of the many times in Wolverhampton that Liam and I would sneak out and go to the park and talk for ages. Though back then I could remember how much it sucked to get up early the next morning for school but no matter how tired we were we would do the same thing the next night.

A slight laugh left my lungs. A bitter one. Thinking about my past was one of the many things I hated doing but did often. My childhood wasn’t bad, but many of my good memoires had to do with Liam and his family. My family was the joke of Wolverhampton, it wasn’t a secret. Liam, Ruth, and his mum and stepdad were one of the few people who dared talk to me. With an alcoholic mother and a no show dad it wasn’t surprising no one would talk.

One of the worst memoires I could think of was in the primary school in year 5. It was parent’s day that day and everyone’s mums and dads had come to school. That was one of the few days Liam had missed so I sat alone that day. Kids and parents would look at me and gossip, my teacher didn’t even look at me. By the time most parent’s would eat lunch with their children the lunch room was full, there was a one seat left at a table full of kids and parents. When I sat down they all turned toward me and left. To say it sucked was an understatement, I was a 10-year-old with one friend, I hated it.

I shook my head as if I tried to get the memory out of my head. It wasn’t my finest moment but it made me who I was, but was who I turned out to be good? Was I good enough for Liam? Again, I shook my head. I already knew the answer to that question so I just felt foolish asking it, even to myself.

Yes I, Kayla Ann Weaver, had been in love with my best friend for as long as I could remember. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t stick around once Liam made it on the live shows with the rest of the boys. I couldn’t sit around when Liam got famous, I wouldn’t watch as the girls flocked to him. He’d never had any problems getting girlfriends, but I on the other hand did. That right there caused one of our biggest arguments growing up. Liam would scare off any boy who took any interest in me, after the third time most boys wouldn’t even look at me afraid Liam would hurt them.

But I couldn’t stick around in that town, even at the age of 16 I knew I had to get out. I wouldn’t be missed; Ruth was barely ever home and Liam’s parents were busy with their own lives. I wasn’t needed so I left, I left for America. Now that I looked back on it I think it was a stupid idea. It took me a year to decided what I wanted to do with myself, so I finished my schooling early, got into Uni for journalism, graduated then decided it was time to come home to Brittan