New beginnings

After we finish the game, I head inside to take a shower. But first, I have to pee.
Afterwards, I stand up to flush the toilet.
Shit.
I had my period. Great. I didn’t have anything with me, either. I came to the horrible realisation that I was going to have to ask one of the guys to buy pads for me.
I sigh and step into the shower, trying to make it last as long as possible. When I finally get out, I quickly wrap my underwear in toilet paper and slip them back on.
Taking my bathrobe from the hook on the door, I step into my room and put a pair of grey sweatpants on, topping it off with a plain black tee. I brush my hair out and look at myself in the mirror. This is going to be embarrassing.
I pad down the hallway and take a deep breath before knocking on Louis’ door.
“Who is it?” he calls.
“Amber.” I answer.
He opens the door and I take a step in.
“What do you need, love?” he asks.
“Ineedpadscanyoupleasebuysome.” I say in a rush.
“What?” he furrows his eyebrow, confused. I say it slower this time.
“I need pads, can you please buy some?” I’m pretty sure my face is a bright, flaming red colour.
He turns a matching shade.
“Oh…uh…like, girl stuff?” he asks. I nod.
“Sure…” he says awkwardly. I take that opportunity to turn around and walk as fast as I can down the hallway.
Well. That was interesting.
When I get back to my room, I open my laptop. There’s really nothing to do, so I decide to go on twitter.
Big mistake.
There’s tons of hate posts about me. In fact, #killyourselfviolet is trending worldwide.
How can people be so mean? It wouldn’t bother me if it was one person, or even a few. But it seems that nobody is on my side.
I scroll through the tag for about an hour. There are a few people defending me, but most people are making fun of me. They all pretty much say the same thing. That I’m an ugly, fat whore who deserves to die.
There’s a knock on my door, but I ignore it. There’s another knock, but eventually whoever it is opens the door.
“Violet, I got the, um, stuff.” It’s Louis.
“Thanks Lou.” I whisper. He sets a bag down on my bed.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“Just…twitter.” I answer, looking over to him.
“Darling, why are you crying?” he asks me. I bite my lip and try to blink the tears away.
“Lou, why do they hate me?” I sob. He crouches down.
“Who?” he questions, wiping my tears away.
I shove the computer towards him.
“What…” he mutters. “Hashtag kill yourself Violet?”
He looks pissed.
“It’s…it’s trending…” my lip starts to tremble again.
I can’t help it this time. I start sobbing, my body shaking. He pulls me onto his lap and rubs my back, whispering calming things in my ear.
“C’mon.” he says, picking me up and walking into the hallway.
He takes me into the living room, where the other lads are sprawled out onto the couch.
“Boys.” Louis shouts. They look up expectantly.
“Check what’s trending.” He says, still angry.
They pull their phones out, and a few minutes later, they’re all as mad as Louis is.
“Some of our fans, I swear to fucking god.” Niall seethes.
“I think it’s time for a twitcam.” Announces Louis. They all nod, agreeing. Louis takes out his iPhone and quickly tweets an announcement for the twitcam.
Zayn walks over to the laptop in the center of the coffee table, opening it and pressing the power button. The lads all crowd around one small section of the couch.
Louis tweets a link and opens the cam, waiting for the viewer count to reach over five hundred thousand before starting.
He takes a deep breath.
“I’m sorry if you expected this to be a fun twitcam. It’s not going to be. I need to talk about something serious with you guys.” He begins.
Harry jumps in.
“It’s not right to tell someone to kill themselves. Ever. You’ve upset us and Violet. Especially trending things like that. It’s just wrong. I read a few of them, and they’re really rude. I don’t understand how someone could say things like that…”
“Just because we’ve adopted someone,” Liam says. “doesn’t’ give you the right to verbally assault them. I have to say that I’m disappointed with you guys.”
“Liam’s right. I don’t know why you guys would do this. If you truly loved One Direction, you would love Violet too.” Niall even looks pissed, and I’ve never seen him angry.
Zayn’s the only one who hasn’t spoken yet.
“I’m sorry, but it’s bloody fucked up to even type something like that! I don’t understand what’s wrong with some of you!” he shouts, before getting up and leaving the room.
“Alright guys. Thanks for listening. I think we’ll be going now.” Louis says coldly.
“And I think an apology is in order.”

Notes

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