Depression with guitars
>Thank God<
"Bria? Can i talk to you a minute?" Harry asks walking towards me. I turn my head around.
"Uuuhhh... Ya, I'll be there in a sec," I reply putting my guitar on the stand. Oh no, does he know about the cutting, or the anorexia? Well, I'm fucking dead. I approach harry.
"You said you wanted to talk to me?" I say pulling my sleeve down. Please dont say anything about cutting or not eating.
"Have you seen my grey beanie?" He questioned. THANK FUCKING JESUS!!!
"No. Why?" I reply.
"I need it for an interview in fifteen minutes," Harry states flipping his hair. May i say, so damn sexy!
"Well sorry, I haven't seen it.. You should talk to Louis. It looks like he has it," I comment pointing to the jumpy Louis, wearing a grey beanie. Harry turns around.
"LOUIS!!" Harry yells. He then runs at full speed at Louis. Well that went better than expected. I then casually return to my red guitar.
"BRIA!" Niall yells. Fucking great Niall. I swear to god if this is what i hope its not, i will die. I groan.
"What the hell do you want," I say slapping my guitar in annoyance.
"Where the hell is my guitar?" Niall says putting his hand on his hip. Well look who's being a sassy one today.
" I don't know Niall," I sigh. He does this little moan he does when he's hungry and sassily storms off to find his guitar.
Notes
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