A/N Heres a new story because I have horrid writer's block for the other one. I love you!
-Vicky Styles xx
I woke up and sighed. Today was the day I got to meet One Direction. I was nervous, and excited at the same time. I looked around my room. My white walls were covered in either One Direction posters or quotes. My dresser was covered in photos of either Sam and I or Joseph and I. Sam and Joseph were my two best friends, and my reasons to live.
I dragged my self out of bed and found the outfit I had already laid out. It was a pair of black jeans, a white long-sleeved shirt, and white converses. I took off my bed shirt and examined my newest cuts. None of them were still bleeding but they needed to be cleaned. I walked into the bathroom and took off the rest of my clothes. I got into the shower and carefully washed everywhere but my arm. I then took a clean wash cloth and cleaned my arm carefully. I then washed my hair and got out. I dried and straightened my hair and put on a small amount of make-up. Mainly because I was lazy and didn't feel like caking my face in it, like usual. I then put my clothes and shoes on. I searched for my black beanie, to complete my outfit.
I stepped out side with my copy of the Take Me Home album in one hand, and my jacket and car keys in the other. I drove off to the mall, so I could get in line.
My name is Hailey Reynolds and I'm a senior at the James Moore Academy. It sounds fancy, but it's really just a high school where kids can get discounts on apartments close to the school. I'm 17 with dark brown hair, and brown eyes. I'm nothing special or unique. Other than the fact that I live on my own because my parents and brothers were killed.
I got to the mall and had to park a block away. As I got into line I thought of what I was going to say. I was actually inside of the building, which was a good sign. I decided I was going to thank them, for saving me. And then I heard screaming. One Direction had entered the building.
I waited for 2 hours until I was the next person until Liam. My heart was in my throat and I handed the security guard my album. He handed it to Liam who looked up at me and smiled.
"Hello, love. How are you?" He asked, kindly.
"I'm good. I just wanted to tell you, thank you. For everything." I said, smiling.
"It was no problem. Whatever I did. Have a nice day." He said, smiling as he passed the CD to Niall.
"Hi!" Niall said cheerfully.
"Hia. I just wanted to say I love you, and your voice. And I thank you so much for your solo in Little Things. It probably was a huge factor in saving me. Thank you." I said.
"I'm glad I could help. Stay Strong, love." He said, sincerely, "What's your name?"
"Hailey." I said.
He wrote on the album, "To Hailey, Keep Fighting. Love, Niall."
"Thank you." I said.
"No, thank you. For deciding to stay." He said as he handed my album to Zayn.
I smiled at him as I stepped to the side to stand in front of Zayn. He was a lot prettier in person.
"Hello there." He said, with his stunning smile.
"Hi." I said, completely taken aback.
"How do you like the album?" He asked.
"It saved my life. I have nothing bad to say about it."
"Well, I'm glad." He said, signing the CD.
"Glad for what?" I asked.
"That it saved you. The world would have been so much duller without you." He said, writing something else on the CD before handing it to Louis.
"So. How're are you today, love?"
"Pretty good, actually. I just wanted to tell you, thank you for making me laugh whenever all I felt like crying. Thank you for always smiling, and teaching me to see the bright side to everything."
"Well, I'm very happy that I could make you laugh. I'm flattered, really. And, may I just say, I LOVE your outfit!" He said.
I laughed and smiled. "Thank you."
"What's your name?"
"Hailey."
He wrote something on it and smiled at me, as he passed the album onto Harry. I stopped in fornt of Harry and I couldn't help but smile when he showed me his dimpled smile.
"Hello. How are you, today?" He said, looking for room on my CD to sign.
"I'm good. Thank you." I said.
"For what?" He asked, turning th CD over and signing his name.
"For saving my life, through your words and music."
"I saved your life?" He questioned, doodling on the album so he could keep talking to me.
"Yes."
"How?"
"You were the first person to call me beautiful, even though it was indirectly, in five years. And when I finally decided I was going to do it, I listened to this song, one last time. It gave me strength to wait until my friends got there, and the song saved me. Not them."
"I honestly have nothing to say, short of, I'm glad you didn't. And, by the way. You are beautiful. And I'm very glad that you are still here, so I could say that to your face." He smiled genuinly at me, and wrote something on my album and handed it to me.
"Thank you." I said.
"Anytime, beautiful." He said, as I walked towards the door. I was so high from happiness I ended up standing outside of the mall for at least 4 hours. In these four hours I saw people leave in all states of happiness. I was standing there when the boys walked out. They stopped to take pictures when I saw a man.
He was short, no taller than 5'4'' with a dark coat on with bright yellow pants on. I saw him pull out a gun and it was aimed towards Harry. I ran for Harry, shouting at security to push him. They didn't listen to me, of course so when I saw him pull the trigger, I jumped. In front of him. The bullet hit my chest and I fell to the ground. Three of the security guards jumped on the man, and Harry knelt down beside me.
"No. No, no, no. You can't die. I saved you, so you can't just die."
"It's time to return the favour." I said, and my world went black.
