Wish It Could End... (a one direction fan fic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Jess' POV)

I woke up and felt something, someone, beside me. I ninja opened my eyes and a mere two centimeters away lay the beautiful face of Harry Styles. I decided to just lay there and take in his beauty. Wait what! No! Bad Jess. Bad. No falling for world famous pop stars. They will steal your heart and then toss it in a paper shredder. But I can't help but feel that Harry is different. He's special. Ah who am I kidding? Even if I did fall for him, as if he would like me back. I mean, Harry Styles. No guy alive would like me anyway so why on earth would Harry? Exactly. He wouldn't. Because I'm me. Just plain old boring old me.

"You know, it's rude to stare," Harry mumbled.

O_O

"ARGH!" I yelled then ninja flipped out of the bed, landing face first on the floor.

"Owwwwww" I groaned.

"Woa are you alright? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Harry said a bit flustered.

Oh Harry you guardian angel.

"Aha....nah it all g brah," I said like the gangsta I am.

"Oh god sorry" he apologized. Again.

"Roaaarrrrrrrrr........" I groaned.

"What?"

"ROAAAAARRRRRRRR" I scream groaned.

I flung up and walked out of the room. Yep that's right bitchz! I am hungry... >.<

I walked down the stairs and I'm guessing that I just mind f@cked Harry up cause he ain't making any sounds.....

I walked into the....wut.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO THE KITCHEN BITCHZ?!?!?!" I raged.

Liam's face paled. Along with everyone else.

"I love it....." I whispered. HAHA THAT'S RIGHT LEYUM!!! I JUST MIND BADDAZELD YOU!!!!

I ran into the kitchen like a mad man and climbed up the slide. Yes. That's right. A sliiiddddeeeee. I love these guys.

"WEEEEEE!!" I screamed in joy.

I was now laughing like the mad man I am and went to jump into the marshmallow pool. I was making a marshmallow angel while smiling like an idiot when....

"Wake up Jess," Harry soothed.

Whaaaa??....

"Wakey wakey..."

Oh you've GOT to be kidding me.

"Come on Jess wake u..."

"I HEARD YA THE FIRST TIME PUNK!"

Oh come on!

"Harry..." I asked

"Yes?" He answered.

"Do we have a giant ass slide in our kitchen attached to a pool of marshmallows that lead to the pantry?..."

"Ummmmm.....no?" He replied. But it was more like a question. -.-

"OH MY EFFING GOD HOW I HATE SOCIETY AT THIS VERY GOD DAMNED MOMENT!!" I raged. Yes. I am now in a rage. Well done marshmallow pool. Well done.

"Okay well I'm just gonna.....do that...thing.." Harry awkwardly said. Haha talk about hawkward...

"Mmm good." I mumbled under my breath. It's probably for the best.

An then I heard it.

*bring bring*

My head snapped in the direction that the noise was coming from. I slowing crawled to the alien sound waiting for a bomb to go off. I commando rolled to the desk then peeped my head up from under the desk.

Well oh well oh well. What do we have here laying before us? A remote? No couldn't possibly be that. A bomb? No I don't think they make them that shape. Mmm. Oh. It's my mobile phone. Now that is an alien sound. Someone texting me? Oh my.

I picked up the source and blew the dust off it. No. I'm not even joking.

>.<

I flipped it open and saw that a message awaits. Unknown....mmmm. Is this even safe? I mean. For all I know it could be some demon rapist hiding in the bushes outside my bedroom window.... 0.0

I opened the message.

* I saw that picture. Wow. You attention seeking whore. You deserve to burn alive in hell you waste of space. I hope you like candy. Cause you'll be getting a lot of it tomorrow... :) *

I gulped. How the fudge balls did she get ahold of my number?

But really? Woa. She must've hired someone to come up with that one.

I stared at the screen. A single tear slicing its way down my pitiful cheek. What's the point? I thought things might've actually started to change but, I guess things only ever get worse.

Now my cheeks were covered in warm liquid. I don't want to be constantly feeling like shit. I want be able to feel good about myself.

I wiped away the tears and dropped the phone.

I gathered my headphones and pulled them onto my head. I attached my iPod and put it on shuffle. 'Give me love' by Ed Sheeren played softly through the headphones and I inwardly smiled. Ed is my hero. His songs fit my every emotion. His music is beautiful.

I climbed down the stairs and walked past Niall eating pop tarts. I grabbed one out of his hand then walked outside. I continued my way down the path eating my pop tart and then headed for the meadow. The most beautiful place around here I know. It's just so, peaceful and beautiful. It brings a smile to my face and I continue my way to the best place on earth.

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Authors note:

SORRY ABOUT THE SHORT CHAPTERS BUT I GOT A LOT OF SHIT TO DO