Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

I stomped over to my door. Niall ha took my blades. He fricken took everything I've become close with! My blades, my (somewhat) diary! What's next? My hair?!

I swung open the door and slammed it. I ran down the stairs, and past the kitchen and living room.

"Hey, Georgia-" said one of the boys but I cut them of by slamming the door to the house.

I felt a cold rush stick onto my face, but at this point, I couldn't care less. He had stolen my blades. I was going to find him!

I looked down the road, left and right, and saw a figure just disappearing from view. I didn't know if it was Niall, but I was going to find out anyway!

I ran where the figure was, it getting bugger and bigger each foot, until I finally had an arm's length in between us. I grab the person's shoulder, swinging him around.

Sure enough, it was Niall. I grabbed his collar and brought him close to my face. He gulped, looking at me scared.

"Give. Them. Back," I said through my gritted teeth. He shook his head slightly, making sure not to hit his with mine.

"GIVE THEM TO ME," I yelled when I pushed him away from me. He almost fell on the ground, but caught himself the last minute.

"No! I will not give you items you use to hurt yourself! I refuse! And what will happen if this got out to the media, Georgia? What would happen then?!"

I glared at him.

"Is that all you think about?! The paparazzi?! Well guess what, Niall! I couldn't give less of a shut about what they would say! All you think about is the 'media' and your fans! And how thing effect YOU!"

Both his and my eyes were prickled with tears. I shook my head at him, the way he did to me, and went back to my house. I hoped he wouldn't follow me, and he didn't.

"What happened, Georgia," Perrie asked me when I came back.

"Nothing. Everything is right in this world," I mumbled.

Notes

Here you go. Don't kill the messenger for making them fight. (That woul be me)