Centre Parcs with One Direction

Part 25

A/N this is my "oh my god I am so bored, lets go right a crap chapter!" yeah.... sorry its crap!

*Lauren’s P.O.V*

It’s been three months since the double date. Gabby and Harry broke up, and I have a feeling they won’t get back together. Harry left early that week, the next day in fact! The rest of the boys stayed for another five days, but Gabby hardly left her room. She was just shut in their crying. I had tried to help, but she would just push me away. Then after the boys left, I started noticing she wasn’t eating. We all know that this is not like Gabby! When she did leave her room she would be wearing long sleeved tops and trackies! I couldn’t stay there any longer; I can’t stand seeing Gabby in so much pain. That’s why I am in a taxi, on the way to Liam’s. I am moving in with him. I know what you’re thinking “You’ve only been with him for 3 months”! The thing is, I don’t care. Liam and I are totally in love! We’re probably moving too fast, but oh well! I know nothing will go wrong between Liam and I, we’re Llama’s and we will have Llama babies and live happily ever after in a pretty Llama house!  

“We’re here ma’am!” The taxi driver informed me. I thanked him and gave him some money, taking a suitcase out of the boot. I saw the front door open and Liam ran out, picking me up and spinning me round. I laughed happily as he placed me back down in front of him.

“Hey!” He said coolly, before giggling like a… high person.

“Err… are you high?” I asked him awkwardly, giggling at his expression. He shook his head, and kissed me passionately, making my hat fall onto the floor.

“C’mon C’mon!” He sang, picking up my suitcase and hat, and dragging me to the door.

“Calm yo titties, I’m coming!” I told him, taking my shoes off by the door.

“Why are you taking your shoes off?” He asked, looking pointedly at his own feet which still had shoes on. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Because we are inside!” I told him in a ‘duh’ tone. He just laughed at me and began showing me around the house. No, I haven’t been here before, but he has been to mine a few times. He first led me into the huge living room. It had teal walls and black sofas, with a cream carpet, and a black rug with a glass coffee table in the middle of the two sofas. The huge 56” TV was sat on a brown cabinet, with the different games consoles, the games, and DVD’s etc. surrounding it. It really was a bachelor pad! He led me into the massive kitchen! This was a woman’s kitchen, no joke!

“Now this is my kinda kitchen!” I gushed, brushing my finger on all the surfaces and opening fully stocked cupboards. He laughed at me, and pulled me up the stairs.

“These are the guest bedrooms!” He told me, pointing to the four rooms we were walking past. “And this” he started, walking into a bedroom and putting my suitcase on the bed.

“Is our room?” I asked, smiling widely at him. He nodded, laughing at my expression. The room was massive, the bed was massive, and the wardrobe was- wow!

“Do you like it?” He asked, coming up to me and wrapping his arms around my torso. I nodded happily, kissing him passionately on the lips. He returned the kiss and we just melted into each other. This is where I belong!

*Gabby’s P.O.V*

I woke up to my alarm going off. Yesterday was the day Lauren left, and today I had to face everyone at school. Lauren being my only friend at my school meant that this is going to be a crap two years in sixth form. Maybe I’ll just have to get a job. Sighing, I checked the time- 7am. Eugh I hate school! I groaned and rolled out of bed, jumping in the shower. I shaved my legs quickly! I looked at the shaver blade in awe. I placed it against my arm and let the blade cross the skin. I winced at the pain, feeling a tear fall down my face- or maybe it was water from the shower! Okay! So after breaking up with Harry I may have fell into depression! I began cutting- again! At one point Bernie found out, so never let me use sharp things. But I could get around it! I began cutting myself with paper, forcing myself to throw up, anything that would help. Of course it never helps, but- I don’t know how to deal with it. Bernie is making me see a psychiatrist; she says it will help me. My ‘doctor’ as she likes to be called, is Dr Pepper- I laughed the first time I heard too. Anyways, back to the present! I climbed out of the shower, and then went to the sink to brush my teeth. I stared at the reflection in the mirror, but it wasn’t me staring back. My eyes were red and puffy, my face drained of colour and my face was thinner. I look weak, unhappy! Why am I doing this to myself? It’s like an addiction, an addiction to making me feel bad. A girl like me doesn’t deserve to feel good anyways! Why do you think my parents left me to live with Bernie? Then Lauren left too! Everyone is leaving me! Soon Bernie, Rob and Darci are moving too! They’re going to live in Australia, but they’re giving me the house to live in. Yes, I realise I am only sixteen, but I am quite mature.

I had finished getting ready and said bye to Rob and Bernie, so I began my walk to school. I could get the bus, but I literally haven’t been out of the house in three months, so the walk should do me good. I plugged in my earphones, and began listening to my ipod. The first song that came on was Fix You by Coldplay- Ironic huh. “Stuck in reverse”- yep that’s me! “Could it be worse?”- Probably not. There was only one thing about this song that I couldn’t believe- nobody will try to fix me. I’m a freak! I felt tears stream down my face as I walked. Wiping them off my face, I walked faster and got to school.

As soon as I walked into my tutor, everyone stopped talking and stared at me. I just ignored them and sat at my seat.

“Hey did you hear she went out with Harry Styles?”

“Yeah! Apparently she tried to kill herself!” So not true! I only cut okay! I might feel suicidal but I could never do it!

“Really? What a freak!”

Rolling my eyes, I took out my phone and went to twitter. I use twitter as a sort of- reliever! Like, I will tweet and it will make me feel better!

“Back at school! Yay! *note the sarcasm*People are staring already! Just fuck off will you! Miss you @xxxLauren_1Dxxx !”

I instantly got loads of retweets, and Lauren had already replied:

“@HarrysHardCake Miss you too! Liam says hi! You could always come here!”

“@xxxLauren_1Dxxx Yeah… probably not!”

I could always go there! Yeah right!

“Right guys! I am your new tutor Mr Horan!” An Irish males voice said. I looked up to see none other than Greg Horan! Yes! Niall’s Brother Greg! I gasped, suddenly feeling sick. Everyone began to laugh at me, thinking that I am a retard or something.

“Err Greg- I mean, Mr Horan?” I asked, raising my hand slightly. He smiled at me, suddenly recognising me from magazines.

“Oh my god!” He gasped, coming over to me. He pulled me into his office, and sat me down!

“What am I in here for?” I asked, genuinely confused. I was only going to ask him if I could go to the toilet! I was being serious when I said I felt sick!

“What happened to you Gabby?” He asked concerned, frowning and taking a seat opposite me. I just sighed and shook my head. No way was I going to tell him this story. He frowned at me again.

“I- I don’t know!” I whispered, tears falling down my face. He frowned and pulled me into a hug, just as the head teacher, Mr Watson, came in.

“What’s going on in here?” Mr Watson asked frowning.

“Gabby’s upset!” Greg stated. I took my head from off his shoulder, and wiped my eyes sniffing.

“Thanks Mr Horan!” I said smiling. I turned to walk out but Mr Watson was stood in my way. He looked at me concerned, a frown breaking out on his face.

“Gabby, I think it’s best you go home!” He said, before asking to speak to Greg. I walked out of Greg’s office. Picked up my bag from the desk and began to walk back home. I pulled up twitter on my phone.

“Hey Guys! Guess who my new tutor is! @NiallOfficial ‘s brother! Small world!”

I put my phone back in my pocket as I reached home. I walked into the kitchen, finding a note on the side.

“Gabby! We are so sorry! We have gone to Australia! I hope you had a good day at school, we are only a phone call away if you need us! Love, your family”

I scoffed. Some family! Didn’t even say bye! Of course I’m thankful I have them, but still! I decided to tweet about it!

“Just came home to find that they have gone to live in Australia! Well...bye then!”

I looked at my mentions, to see I had a new reply from Niall Horan.

“@HarrysHardCake Greg told me what happened! Come to London! Please! .xx”

Okay, so I could go to London and get bombarded with questions and people telling me what to do and “trying to make me better”! Or I could stay here, on my own and finish and education at a crappy school where Niall’s brother teaches. I might sound silly, but I choose the latter!