One year ago exactly, my boyfriend went missing. You may have known him, his name was Harry Styles. He sung in a boy band called One Direction. He had brown,curly hair, green eyes and a cheeky smile no one would ever forget. They hit fame on and off,they died down eventually but they were still remembered. The existing four members of the band Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne and Zayn Malik still happen to be my best friends but the summer after Harry well, went missing we lost total contact. We still have each others numbers but we moved on, went our seperate ways and grew up. Last I heard Louis was teaching at a college and had met a girl called Eleanor, his ex-student. Niall was working at a fancy restaurant in Britain, we were the best of best friends and so were him and Harry, since Haz left the exact same thing happened to mine and Niall's friendship, it got lost. Zayn started up his own line of hair dressing, still vein old Zayn though. As for Liam, he's a Doctor, trust him to get the best job. We all just grew away from the music industry, I went on to be a reporter so eventually I would see the boys but not on the best terms,being their sound check manager was much better. 19 was way too young for Harry to go missing, he hadn't lived. Sure he had 3 mere years of fame but it wasn't enough. We were all so young, we still are. We don't know anything about what happened to Harry that night and we might never know.
Hi. I'm Audra Rayne. I live in Wolverhampton. You might not know me as... well, me. But You may be knowing Liam Payne (Obviously) from One Direction.
So, you may have heard about Liam's sixteenth birthday party. (If you haven't. Then be patient because that's what I'm going to say next. Patience Grasshopper), so no one showed up and afterwards he thought everyone in his grade hated him. But no one hated him. He was very good to everyone. The only people who hated him were the high school bullies, who made sure that no one got the invitation. And how do I know that? Well, don't shove me away and hear me out, but I was one of them.
Yeah, as simple as that. And to add it, the whole time he thought that I was his friend. (Wow, that makes me feel loads better.) And I was, sort of. Because after his party. I felt very guilty, very very very very very guilty. So, yeah. You probably know what happened. I left the gang of bullies and I became his friend. I had learnt my lesson. I was his only friend and he was my only friend. But he thought I was doing it out of pity. And I told him repeatedly that I wasn't. And then he finally believed me.
And then. BAM. He's gone. And now he's in the biggest band in the world. And I want him back. Because... I love him.