Obsessed

Paisley's POV

Back at the hotel, I didn't know what to do.
They knew I was avoiding them. And they wanted to know why.

I know that within a matter of hours they were going to be back here, knocking on my door and pleading for me to let them in.
The girls know about her, they should know that it's about her, I don't know why they are being so pushy.
Raya in particular.

I want to be the type to put a fake smile on and pretend everything is okay. But I know I'm not.


Harry must have a clue what it's about. Wouldn't he?


I opened my laptop, switching it on just as I got a message.

It was from Raya.
We all went out to dinner. We were going to invite you but you would much prefer staying in your room.



Well, that was a little rude.

She was right though, at this moment in time, I would turn down an offer to go our to dinner and stay at the hotel. I just wanted to be alone.


I know I have done an amazing job of that so far, living by myself and tending to my own needs. But the girls were always there for me.


It seems like they aren't anymore.
Skylar might be, but she's been hiding in the shadows from Raya lately.
















A knock on the door pulled me from my sleep.
The room was dark, but not pitch darkness. It was quite light, seeing as the moon was shining through the window because I left my curtains open.
I didn't want to answer.

I stayed surrounded in my white fluffy pillows and duvets just as I heard multiple voices, "She can't keep avoiding us!"
"Well, that's exactly what she is doing", the hushed voice said.
They were trying to make sure I wouldn't hear them. So far, it was only the girls' voices I could hear.
"Just leave her. She'll come knocking on our doors when she's in desperate need of friends", it was definitely Raya's voice.

Why is she being so mean lately?
"Raya, she's not well. What ever she is going through, we should all respect her", Louis spoke.
I smiled lightly. At least I have one good friend.
"Well, she'll be sorry when nobody wants to speak to her anymore", Raya said.


Those were the last words I heard before there was no more talking.
The tears began flowing from my eyes, but I didn't make any noises.
I thought Raya would understand more than anyone here. But apparently not.
I thought she would know that I was going through so much and needed people to respect my choice to be alone.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being friends with them. But they all seem to think that I am pulling the plug on our friendship.





Why don't they understand?






















The following morning, I didn't bother waking up before everyone to get to the arena before them.
I still wanted to be alone, but I had this feeling that the girls wouldn't be bombarding me any more. That they won't even try to speak to me any more.



I let my hair stay in its natural wavy state and I brushed it before proceeding to shower and get ready.
I ate breakfast in my room before brushing my teeth and getting dressed.

My make up was minimal and it was clear that I was tired and didn't sleep at all.


I just have to face the facts that I'm never going to get that call I was waiting for.
I didn't have the number, to try and call them. But I know that if I did, it would go straight to message bank.

I grabbed my bag as Tully knocked on my door, "Come in", I croaked.
"How are you?", she asked.
"Alright", I say bluntly.
"What happened?", she asked, a little worried.
"I heard everyone talking last night", I manage to spit out before my voice started cracking and tears began falling, "I-I just d-don't understand"
Tully rushed to my side, not bothering to close my door, so it was wide open for the continuous walking past people to see.
My cries became sobs as I cried into Tully. "Th-They don't get it"
"I know. I know", Tully soothed.




I could hear whispers.
I could feel eyes.
I knew they were all there, gathered in the hallway, staring at me as I had my breakdown.
I looked up, peering over Tully.
They're eyes confirmed my thoughts. They were watching me. And speaking about me.
My own 2 best friends looked at me like I was a freak and whispered to the boys about my sobs.

My eyes met Louis' and his face fell sympathetic.
I quickly began to wipe my eyes, trying to stop crying.
I looked up quickly, trying to sneak in a glance of them as they stare at me like I was a new science discovery before Louis quickly stepped up and closed the door.

I mentally thanked him, knowing that today, I am going to be the talk of everyone.
The whole staff team and workers are going to know about my freak out and how Tully tried to calm me down but it wouldn't work.



"My own friends think I'm a messed up girl who is ruining friendships", I cry again.


"They really don't", Tully tried reasoning after a minutes pause. Even she knew they were.
"Raya told me last night that you all went out to dinner but didn't bother asking me because you all know I'm a mess and wouldn't leave!", I say, my hands lacing through my hair.
"You don't have to come today, if you don't feel up to it", Tully says.
"No. I do have to come", I say, "I'm not going to ruin the day for everyone else"




I grabbed my bag, not caring that I looked like crap as I opened my door and proceeded down the corridor. They weren't there any more, so my guess was that they were already in cars and on their way to the arena.
As Tully and I got out of the elevator, there was a couple of vans waiting.
Everyone had seemed to have left already and I was guided to a van by security.
Tully went in another, with some other people.
"Here you are Ms. Paisley", a guy said, opening the back seat door for me. As I climbed in, I saw Louis waiting.
"L-Louis", I croak out.
"You don't need to say anything love. I'm here for you and you only. As a friend, I want to listen to all your problems and make you happy. You don't have to talk to me, just know I am here for you", he smiled.
I gave a weak smile and sat down next to him.
"How are you?", I asked.
"I'm good. But how are you feeling?", Louis spoke.
"Like shit", I say in a small, warn out voice.
Louis chuckled, "I know the feeling"
"With respect Lou. I-I don't think any body knows the f-feeling", I say, not wanting to cry again.
"Ellaborate", he says.
"They didn't call me", I sputter, tears dropping slowly.
"What?", Louis asked, sounding worried.
"They were supposed to call, so I could talk to her! But they didn't!", My vision was blurry as we made our way to the venue.
"Listen love. I'm not understanding what has happened. But is there any way you could call them?", he asked.
I shook my head.
"Who are you trying to call?", he asked, "I mean, who are you trying to get in contact with?"





I sobbed and managed to croak out, "My daughter"

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