The Making Of Us

The last couple weeks have been hell. Niall had to go back to London so him and the rest of the boys could start recording their new album. Niall already told me the name of it is going to be Up All Night and that they are going to be recording a few songs and simultaneously shooting the videos too. So it’s back to skype, facetime, phone calls and a lot of texting.
Since mom’s funeral Nate and I have moved into my dad’s house. Let me tell you how exciting that is. I’m just kidding, actually I’ve never felt alone. All I do is cry and stay in my room, it has nothing to do with my dad though.

I love my daddy with all my heart it’s just a lot to take in, mom dying and instantly moving into a different house. Dealing with the assholes at school is another story though. I keep to myself and don’t talk to anyone except Taylor. She had her schedule changed so we have every class together. She’s really been my rock since Niall had to go back to London. The bell rings, finally lunch break. Ive been waiting for Niall to call me all day. I shoot him a text telling him I have an hour and a half until my next class. That when I hear people behind be making crying noises, sniffling and shit.

“You know what Greg. FUCK YOU! You’re a low life piece of shit, seriously who makes fun of a girl who’s mother just fucking died not even three weeks ago.”

I don’t want to start crying but I feel the tears start to burn my eyes. I fucking hate this kid with a passion. He’s some high class asshole who thinks he can do whatever he wants. My phone starts buzzing and by this time I can hardly read what it says because I am full out bawling now. I hurry to the front doors and answer the phone.

“HELLO!” I shout as I huge sob comes out of my mouth

“Cassie what the hell is going on love? why are you crying?” It’s Niall

“Niall, I love you I’m so glad you called me. This asshole Greg is making fun of me again for crying at school.” I tell him calming down a little.

“That son of a bitch, who the fuck pokes fun at someone who had a parent just die? What the fuck is this kids problem? What has your brother said about this?” Niall asked me

“I haven’t told anyone, only Taylor and now you. Tay changed all her classes to mine so we have them together all day.” I tell him

“That’s good Taylor is such a good friend and she will take care of you until I can get there in a week. We are going to be shoot a video in California but I’ve made arrangements to come and see you for a couple days.” Niall explains to me.

Later that evening:
I’ve been locked in my room all afternoon, Taylor dropped me off at home around three, I’ve been so exhausted lately and just want to be left alone. I know Tay is trying to keep me busy and get my spirits lifted but it’s not working. My phone starts going off so I look to see who it is. The screen says its Harry. Why is Harry calling me?

“Hello.” I say into the phone

“Hi, Cass how are you holding up love?” Harry asks

“Oh same old shit, just a different day ya know.” I say to him

“Yea are you at least getting out more often? Niall has been worried about you. He’s told us about how all you do is stay in your room in the dark all day and night and just mope around. I know It’s only been three weeks Cass but you have to get out and do different things sweetie.” Harry says to me with real concern in his voice.

“I know I just need time alone. There is nothing that anyone can do to make me feel better. My mother just fucking died and I’m tired of my dad, Taylor, and Niall telling me I need to get out and do stuff. Harry please I don’t need it from you too.”

At this point I’ve started crying again

“Cassie love I’m not telling you to do anything, if you ask me I think its still too soon for you to want to do anything. What you’re doing is normal for the grieving process. Listen I have to go but maybe I will have Louis or Liam give you a ring later. They’ll have better advice than I will.”

“Alright Harry, for now I am going to take a nap ok so just have them call me later tonight if it’s not too late for you guys. Tell Niall I love him. Bye Harry.” I say hanging up the phone.

I wake up about six o’clock, just in time for dinner. I guess tonight I’ll surprise everyone and eat at the table with them for once. Dad tries to pry into me opening up but it doesn’t work, I don’t want to talk about my feeling right now. After dinner I take a hot bath and get ready for bed. I grab my computer and open the facebook app. I have 15 notifications. That’s a first usually nobody ever talks to me on here unless its Taylor, my brother or other family members. I click on the first one that says I was tagged in a status. I read it to myself and what I see is horrifying.

“Cassie McGavin is the biggest cry baby in the world, who cares if your mom died maybe that’s just her way of saying she hates you just as much as everyone else in this school. Get over it already all you are is an attention whore wanting your fifteen minutes of fame. Oh yeah and that boyfriend of yours he’s nothing but a dirty piece of shit and if I ever get another message from that fucking prick I will make your life and his life a living fucking hell trust that bitch.. DEUCES” posted by Greg Hamilton 2 hours ago.

Of course I should have known it was Greg. I was scrolling through the comments all from the bitches we go to school with, basically all agreeing with him about how I’m a cry baby and attention whore. And that I should be glad that my mom is dead so on and so forth.

Notes

introducing Greg the DICK!! god he's such an asshole right?