To Louis:Louis where are you and the boys just wanted to know text me back XOXO Julia who’s chillin like a villin with no one to chill with show your faces soon :)>.
I then hit send and I waited a few minutes usually if Louis saw my texts he would reply but nothing not even a simple text ok this is starting to scare me here.I decided to call Simon he would know where they were.After 2 rings Simon picked up.
(Conversation)
Hello,Simon said into the receiver.
Hey Simon it’s Julia have you seen the boy by any chance cause I haven’t seen them in a few hours and I texted Louis and no one had replied,I said.
Yeah there here recording I called them a few hours ago so yeah if you want the studio is right down the street you can walk down if you like,Simon offered.
Um thanks Simon,I said then I hung up.
(End Conversation)
Why the hell didn’t they bother to tell me.I rolled myself off the couch and onto the floor.Yeah the floor need a hug like I did so yeah.I finally stood up and I went to take a shower since I was bored and I was going to figure out what to do afterward.After I showered I decided hell I’m going to do something different.I grabbed a pair of white, splatter paint ripped skinny jeans, black tank-top, white hoodie, and black high-tops.I threw that on grabbed my wallet and headed out the door.Today just felt like a fuck it day, an I don’t care day.I walk down the side walk stopped at McDonalds for a large caramel frappe then I headed to the studio.When I took a step inside and all I could hear was laughing around back.I walked around to see the boys talking to a teenage girl and they were laughing.Then I watched Louis hug her and he smile at her but then he kissed her forehead.That right there watching my adoptive dad kiss another girls forehead crushed my heart to bits.Yeah I know I shouldn’t think anything of it but I did it hurt to know I wasn’t as important to them, as she was.I turned quickly running into a ladder which came clattering down.All their heads turned to see me standing there with my latte and tears streaming down my face.I had only one intention running as far away as I could.
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Twit Talker (One Direction save a life story)
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