Harry’s P.O.V.
“WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FOR HARRY!?” Liam screamed at me. I was shocked. Liam never raised his voice or swore. Even the word Hell was a word that almost never escaped out of his mouth. And Liam had a very versatile and colorful vocabulary. I looked around at the other boys for help but they all just shook their heads and looked away. I felt like a bloody idiot. I just wanted to get her attention. I never meant to hurt her. Or her stupid book. “Harry you dumbass! It obviously wasn’t stupid to her!” Niall’s Irish voice rang out loud and clear. “Huh?” I asked confused. Then I realized I had said that last part aloud. “Fuck” I murmured under my breath. Paul was the last one to speak. “Harry I know you weren’t trying to hurt her. But She was right. The Wri…Or Lindsey worked very hard to be where she is now. Her Professor, Gerry Henk, my old friend. Had read her letter. It told about how your song lyrics helped her through so many rough patches. How when ever she was said or alone she’d turn up her iPod to the song What Makes You Beautiful as if the words spoke to her. I’ll quote you a few lines from the letter she wrote that caught my attention. ‘Mr. Henk, I know that this might be a wild stupid dream that probably will never come true. But Hey. A girl can dream right? And that’s my plan. At night I sit in my dorm looking at old interviews and trying to channel my energy to the book I’ve started writing. I've got over 400, pages to be honest; and I couldn't be more proud. That blue and pink journal I carry around. That’s my life. That’s my world. And I hope that one day I can share it.’” I gasped as I realized that journal I had ripped…was in fact blue and pink. I had shattered her world. I felt so bad. I had to make things right with her. I was going to make things right. Even if it killed me! Without thinking I ran towards the exit hoping to find her and tell hew how sorry I was.
Lindsey’s P.O.V.
“Hey! Its Lauren Butler Bitch! And well…I can’t get to my phone as of now. But hey! Leave your name number and a quick message and I’ll try and call you back…But if you’re an annoying hoe. I probably won’t. yeah...I don’t like that shit! Byeeeeee!” I smiled to myself as I heard Lauren's familiar voice in the background. I didn't exactly know where to go so I just walked. Far away from my problems and far away from Harry. It was starting to get super cold. So I pulled out my phone and dialed Lauren one more time. This time though she picked up! “Hey Hoe-bag!” She screamed. I smiled. “Wassup Bitch Bucket?!” I responded. We both laughed. It was good to hear my bitch’s voice again. "Whats wrong Chicka? You alright?" I sighed. "Can you pick me up please?" I said almost sobbing into the phone. "yeah of course! Why? What happened?!" She asked concerned. "Alrighty Love I'm getting in my car. Where are you exactly?" I looked around confused. No signs no nothing. All there was was a little Library. Damn. I must've walked pretty far. "All I see is the Westminster Children's Library. Plug that into your GPS?" I asked. "Okay. you're in some town southeast of Wolverhampton..." She said and I could hear the start of her engine. "On my way sweetcheeks! Mwah!" she said hanging up. I sat there for a moment appreciating Lauren and my life. I might hate it sometime and it might throw rocks to try and knock me out or down the nearest hill so I'll break my legs, BUT I know I'll never be down for long and I doubt I'll ever break my legs for long either! ;D

Notes

Sorry. Guys. I ran outta ideas for this one...............I hope it doesn't suck THAT Much. But if it does! I apologize!
Love you all My Directionaries! <3
~Linzie~