It shouldn't be bad to have your photo plastered over the media. Girls all over the world dream for this. May even pray for it. But not Felicity. Especially when she began getting all the hate mail that she had been getting.
Her phone had been beeping nonstop throughout the day, ever since that report came up. At first, she was debating on if she wanted to even take a look at it, but at the next second, turned it off. But then as she was scrolling down her Facebook timeline, a series of other beeps started going off. Her friend request blew up. And they were all from directioners.
She shut her computer at that, and couldn't find anything else to do but lie on her bed and state at the ceiling. That was horrifically boring because as she stared and stared at the rough, plain white ceiling, the silence began to gnaw at her nerves. She sat up and looked around her room wondering if she had anything to do at all.
She looked out her window, thinking that if it wasn't raining, she could go for a walk. Unfortunately for her, it was pouring cats and dogs. She signed irrately and fell back on her bed again.
"What am I going to do?"
She was home alone and she knew everyone in her family was busy at the moment. Se glanced to her night stand where her phone lay, motionless as a rock. She shut her eyes. 'Do I really want to do this?'
Silence.
She blindly reached for her phone and turned it on. As soon as it was on, it rang and rang, beep after beep. She sighed. "Well, let's see."
'Oh my god! I can't believe you're with Zayn Malik! Can we be friends?!!!!'
"Not so bad." She flipped to the next one.
'You're so pretty! I'm so sorry that this might sound a bit weird cause I got your number and all. I'm just a quick fan.'
"That's so sweet," she chuckled out loud. She typed up a quick reply, thanking the girl.
'Ugh. What's Zayn doing dating a girl like you?'
She frowned at that text, deciding to not take it to the heart just because of one hater. Se deleted it and went to the next one.
'You're hot. Call me ;)'
Felicity's eyes bulged, immediately scrambling for the trash icon on the screen.
'I hate you. You're not good enough for Zayn.'
'Why the fuck is he dating you? You're not famous.'
'I'm so jealous of you. It's not funny. I'm you're new hater, bitch.'
Felicity's frown deepened at each hate message until she couldn't handle all of it anymore. Her vision blurred and her heart began to break. She shouldn't be taking any of these comments to heart. She repeated that in her head so many times but it didn't work. They were just jealous. They have nothing to do with their lives, and they're jealous. But it didn't do anything.
As she seemed to scroll through her messages, all she caught was phrases like 'I hate you', 'you're ugly', and 'you're not worth it'. But somewhere in the middle the words 'just like your mother', flashed before her eyes.
She blacked out.
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"You're not supposed to do it like that. You're supposed to put the baby in the carrier and feed it with a bottle," the older boy shouted at her.
Felicity shook her head, her pigtails tickling her neck. "My mommy told me this is how you make a baby not cry," she defended herself.
The boy narrowed his eyes at her. "But it's crying even more! See what you did! I'm telling!" The boy stalked off. Felicity put the baby down, and quickly rushed to the boy's side. She pulled at his sweater, her small hands not getting much fabric but at least she got something.
"No! Don't tell the teacher! I put the baby down! We-we can do it your way now!" Tears were dripping from her eyes as she pulled at his sleeve. The boy turned around and shoved her. She hit the concrete, garnishing a bloody elbow and most likely a bruise.
"You're just like your crazy mommy! I knew I shouldn't have played with you! My mommy was talking about how your mommy is a looney. She nearly killed some people!" We felt the stream of her tears going down her face.
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" She shouted through her hazy vision. Grabbing the closest thing by her, she threw it at the boy in anger.
"Ow!"
She thought the yelp had come from him, but it came from her. Felicity looked at her hand to see that pieces of rock were piercing her skin causing her hand to bleed furiously. Now she was bleeding on her right hand and her left elbow. She used her left hand to get up, pain coursing through her arms.
The boy stared at her arms in horror. "You-you- you're a murdererer like your mommy! Teacher!" The boy ran away frightened. Felicity cowered back, placing herself in the corner of the building. She heard the bell ring in the distance, signaling the end of recess. But she didn't move.
She just cried and cried in that corner until school ended and she heard Melody's voice calling her.
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Felicity got shoved into her locker for the fifth time that morning. She was already used to the treatment, simply brushing it off and continuing on her way. She arrived at her locker, quickly turning the dial. As she opened her locker and placed all her heavy books in it. She sighed, praying to God that she could survive this day.
Suddenly, she got shoved harshly into the locker, a corner of a book piercing her chest in the process. "Sorry," a voice said, sounding the least bit sorry. She didn't turn around, the pain in her chest clouding her vision. Her hands clenched her shirt where the pain was. She waited for the bell that signaled for first period to ring before slamming her locker and painstakingly making her way to the nurse.
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When she got to her first period, late and in pain, the class erupted in whispers. Eyes darted to her and an empty seat that was most definitely not hers. The teacher was reading her note as her gaze swept about the class. Her ears caught little snippets of conversation. "I bet she kidnapped him and she's holding him captive so she has a friend." She rolled her eyes at them, her hand still clutching the spot where the book pierced her.
The teacher accepted her excuse, telling her to take her seat. They began the lesson which was simply copying the notes on the board. She was focused, trying to block out the whispers of the many students around her. That is until one specific comment made its way to her ears. "She's just like her psychotic mother."
Her vision turned red.
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Author's note: so that's the deal with her and why she gets bullied. It's not much of bullying but, hey I wrote a chapter! I'll try to finish the story before 2013! It's my winter goal!!!! I promise!
I've been procrastinating too much lately! I'm incredibly sorry!
Also, I was wondering! I'm working on this new story! It's a totally new idea (at least I hope it is) and I was wondering if you guys would by any chance read it. It will be called My Guilt Gift Boyfriend and will be uploaded when this story is finished or, until I get to chapter 12 whichever comes first.
I uploaded the cover in the last chapter! Comment if you would!
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Fanfiction(Zayn Malik Fan Fiction) Felicity was thankful he wasn't looking at her because she was blushing like mad from his touch. She's missed him. She looked up and met his gaze. Felicity bit her lip as she looked away. "Explain," he demanded as he waite...
