I race over to the door, and wait as Drew walks up and smiles at me. I hug him when the door opens, and hug everyone else. "Anything good in the fridge?" I asked. Drew looked surprised. "We have pizza... Since when do you eat?" He asked. "The ER changes you." I replied, heading over to the fridge.

Taking out a piece of cheese pizza, I sang quietly to my favorite song, Clarity. "Hot dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life..." I put my pizza on a plate, and sat down at the table. "You're pretty good." I looked up to see Louis. I had forgotten they were still here. "A-at what?" I asked, blushing. "Don't pretend like you don't know." He smirked. I smiled, and looked down. "Thanks.." I mumbled.

I took small bites of my pizza, listening to a conversation between Drew and Harry, who were arguing about how they could stay in a hotel instead of taking up space, or have two people in the guest room and three downstairs on the sofa and recliner.

"Harry, it's fine. We don't mind having 5 extra people here." Drew encouraged.

"No, we're definitely taking up too much space." Harry replied. Louis stepped in and took Drew's side.

"Why would we want to stay in some shitty hotel when we can stay here?" he pointed out, looking straight at me. I looked away, pretending to be watching the show that the others were watching. Harry sighed, and gave in. I cheered, silently. I looked down at my half-eaten pizza. I hadn't been eating too much at once. My stomach was still rumbling, so I wolfed down the rest, and eventually ate three more slices.

"Alright, who are you and what have you done with Abigail?!" Drew said, pointing a finger at me. "I took her to a far away land called 'Hospital food sucks ass'." I said, then wiping my mouth and tossing away my pizza. I logged onto facebook on the Mac, and saw that I had 7 notifications. They were all messages.


hey nurd where u ben lurning how to be even more retarded. LOL - Anonymous

Where you been? Finally made the decision to kill yourself? - Brittani

don't even bother coming back you stupid whore. - Anonymous

Why didn't you kill yourself yet, bitch? - Brittani

Isn't ur name forever alone oh wait nah its slut - Anonymous

GO HANG YOURSELF TIE IT TIGHT BITCH - Brittani

When will the whore finally give in? She doesn't belong here anyway. - Brittani


I stifled back tears, and switched tabs as Drew walked in. "What was that?" Drew asked. "Nothing.." I muttered, getting off of the computer. I ran into my room, and shut the door. I pulled out a rope from under my bed, and looked at it. Not yet... You can prove those assholes they're wrong. I took a deep breath, and put it back, safely hidden. I pulled a razor out, hidden in my dresser drawer, and dragged it across my wrists, painting my forearms with a dark red color.

I did this several times, under my door opened. "Abigail..." Louis breathed. "I'm sorry.." I choked out. He sat down next to me, and I leaned on his shoulder, his strong arms wrapped around me. I never wanted him to let go, I just wanted to stay there forever. But eventually, we pulled away. "Tell me whats going on." Louis demanded. "I don't know, I just... feel like you guys hate me, and that I'm useless." I lied. He looked at me. "Please, Abigail." He asked. I couldn't resist those sad eyes. I spilled. Everything since 3rd grade.

".....and now you came back, and.... I finally feel like someone cares about me." I spoke through tears. He hugged me again, but not for as long. "Tell you what, we can show those jerks that you're awesome enough to go to a photo shoot with One Direction." He smiled at me. "I don't know, Louis, I-" I paused. "What about the others?" "I'll take care of them." "Okay." Louis smiled. "It's at 6. I'll let you get ready." He said, then left the room.

I went over to my closet and picked out a casual outfit, and lay it on my bed along with silver heels. Grabbing my towel, I crossed the hall the the shower. I made sure the door was locked, and then undressed. When I stepped in the shower, the heat was so relaxing. I was so absorbed in how relaxing it felt, I didn't even know I was singing. Loud. I just shrugged and kept singing after I got out of the shower. I dried my hair off, then wrapped the towel around my body and rushed across the hall, hoping no one saw me.


After I got dressed, I put in my ladybug earrings, and applied my makeup. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure I looked alright. Nobody wants to have a bad photo taken with One Direction, then have billions of people look at it.

I walked downstairs in the kitchen, and looked at the clock. 5:13. I noticed the boys on the couch, having some sort of conversation. I walked in and sat on the floor, listening in.

"If a woodchuck could chuck wood, it wouldn't be able to chuck much because its teeth are so small."

"Have you seen what a beaver can do?"

"Beavers are bigger, duh."

"Maybe beavers are just big woodchucks with flat tails." I suggested.

"Maybe, or they could just b- Oh, hi Abigail." Liam waved. "We didn't notice you come in." "It's alright, this was an extremely important conversation," I responded. "You should make a blog about it. It seems pretty serious."

"Wow, I never thought about it that way." Zayn said, going deep into thought. "She was being sarcastic, smartass." Niall joked. I giggled. "We should get going, the shoot is half an hour away." Louis said, standing up. "Drew said we could use his car." Harry explained. I stood up with the rest of them. I opened my car door, and sat in the drivers seat.

A photo shoot with One Direction.

What was I getting myself into?