Three Little Words That I Hate (A Zayn Malik FanFic )

"Ew, you're ugly". "Why even bother having dreams. As if you'll ever amoutain anything". "Why even bother coming to school. Nothing's ever gonna fit in that tiny little brain of yours". "Yeah...Dreams do come true, but not for you" Is all I ever hear.
I've never heard an "Aly oh you're so pretty". "You're so smart". "You're so talented" in my life. I flinch just thinking about my reaction if i ever was to get any compliments.
Mama always told me that sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt. May be a phrase that you hear quite often. May not be. But, I stand here as a living witness to tell you that that is just about the biggist lie that anybody could ever tell.
I've never smiled before. Well, technically I have, but that's back when I was younger. Good ol' days when I had nothing to cry about. When I could say exactly what I felt without getting made fun of. When I didn't have to worry about name brand clothing. When I shared numorous amount of laughs with my friends.
Deep down inside I know that there is a deep, helpless hole in the place that was supposibly my heart. But I always ignore it, because that's all I can do. What can I say society has got the best of everyone around me.
But...But there's just this one guy. He won't leave me alone. He stares deep into my eyes as if he wants the answer to something...To what?...I feel that when he's looking at me, he's looking through me.
That was the day he touched me, that was the time he kissed me, that was the time he loved me. That was the day I realized that there was actually someone who cared about me in this world after all. Someone to bend over backwards to get me out of this hell hole of a life.
That was the day I realized that there was hope.