Quotes added on Thursday, December 5 2013
The Letter. The Change.
THE LIE.
THE LIE.
Chapter : November(College part)
*Katia's POV*
His
green eyes looked dull and filled
with sympathy. I could tell by
the expression on his face he
wasn't sure what to say,
knowing nothing would really
comfort me. I looked back at the
road and watched the black
pavement disappear under the car
only for more to appear in the
distance.
"Is he
really happy?" I whispered.
In my peripheral vision I saw
Harry taken back by my abrupt
question. I knew I didn't
have to clarify who I was talking
about, so I began regretting
letting those words fall from my
mouth as each second went by that
he didn't answer.
"I
don't know," his curls
bounced as he gently shook his
head. "I can't tell if
its all just an act or
not."
I
nodded as if I was indifferent
but that wasn't what I was
hoping he would say. I don't
know what I wanted him to say
either; I didn't want him to
be unhappy but at the same time
it would of killed me to know he
was living a perfectly happy life
without me. I guess I didn't
really want an answer at all. My
mind started to wander when
Harry's voice brought me
back.
"If he is
now, he wasn't for a long
time. Your break up really upset
him," he told me.
"It
wasn't like I was peachy and
fine about the situation
either," my tone harsher
than what I meant for it to
be.
"I
didn't say you were," he
defended himself. "I was
just meaning he really missed
you. He didn't leave his
hotel room for a week. He just
sat in there and drank while
listening to music." He
paused for a moment before
continuing.
"One night
it rained and he went and sat
outside, just sat there all
night. We tried to get him to
come in but he wouldn't. He
was a wreak, and just wanted you
back."
I
swallowed hard, trying to get rid
of the lump that was forming in
the back of my throat. "I
could tell by all of the phone
calls. Especially when we had
just broken up and then he asks
Eleanor out. On our one year
anniversary."
Harry cringed
and I turned on the radio. As the
car filled with random music I
didn't even like I mulled
over everything Harry just told
me. So he did care, at least a
little. When I didn't receive
a single phone call that was
proof to me that he really
didn't ever care. And then
when I checked my email, after
spending hours of building up the
courage, only to realize he
hadn't sent me one, that was
when I completely
broke.
But
by what Harry said, he was as
broken up about it as I had been.
Then why didn't he even try
to get me back?
Authors note: This is all I have written for the college part. Only two parts left to post until everything I have written out for this story is posted for those who even care.
Authors note: This is all I have written for the college part. Only two parts left to post until everything I have written out for this story is posted for those who even care.
The Letter. The Change.
THE LIE.
THE LIE.
Chapter : Beginning of Summer **This is after her freshman year of college is over**
*Katia's POV*
Summer was
finally here. Finals were over
with and I had passed all of my
classes. LIfe was good. I was
home for the summer, and my mom
seemed really happy to have me
back, but we'll see how
long that lasts.
I
ended up breaking up with Jace
a couple weeks after I got back
from Thanksgiving week. We
don't really talk anymore,
and I haven't dated anyone
else since. I focused on school
and that was it.
I
saw Niall a couple weeks
before, he had came to visit
Mia. It was merely coincidence
I saw him; we were both
visiting her grave at the same
time. We ended up having a bite
to eat and he caught me up on
how everything was with the
boys.
I
was sitting in my kitchen
eating a grapefruit and
watching the news. I was only
half paying attention when a
headline caught my
attention.
"Coming
up next: One Direction Engaged?
Find out when the big day is
after this short commercial
break." I muted the tv and
smiled. Liam had finally
proposed. I was happy for him,
a little surprised I hadn't
heard from Danielle though.
Even when I wasn't talking
to Liam I was talking to
Danielle. We hadn't really
talked lately but we used to be
close.
Oh well, life
of a famous person I guess, I
thought. I was just finishing
putting my dished in the
kitchen sink when the news was
back on. I un muted the tv and
leaned against the kitchen
counter.
The same
women from earlier was on the
screen. She was older, late
50's I'd guess, and had
dark brown hair. "The
famous boyband that stole the
hearts of millions of girls
across the world is now
engaged. Last night, Louis
Tomlinson proposed to her
girlfriend Eleanor on their
anniversary."
My entire
body went numb, I couldn't
feel or hear anything. My mind
was struggling to wrap around
what I had just heard. I broke
down the sentence to the
simplest form possible, just
trying to understand. Louis is
engaged.
The Letter. The Change.
THE LIE.
THE LIE.
This would have been the epilogue of THE LIE:
*Katia's POV*
The warm
July sun rained down on my
skin warming my arms and
legs. The sun was starting to
set making small rays of pink
and orange run across the
blue sky. It was still nice
out, high 70's or mid
20's with a slight, warm
breeze that pushed my light
flowly white dress against
the side of my legs. It was
days like today I missed the
long, hot July days of
Iowa.
I looked
out over the fields I was
walking next to. There was a
group of young boys running
around playing
soccer/football, most of them
probably 8 or 9. There was
one little boy though running
with them. He couldn't of
be any older than 4 and was
probably a little brother to
one of the boys.
I felt a
cool metal band press against
my palm as they squeezed my
hand lightly. I looked down
at the familiar hand and then
followed it up to the face I
knew was looking down at me.
I looked back into the loving
pools of blue, green, and
grey.
"I
love you," his melodic
voice reached my
ears.
"I
love you too, Louis." He
bent down and our lips
briefly touched.
It has been
three years since we met in
the cafe. We ended up dating
for another year before he
proposed. It was on the day
we first met in the park four
years earlier. So far in my
life its been the second
happiest day, the first being
the day we finally got to say
'I do' a year later.
Sure we had our ups and downs
during that time but all that
mattered was where we were
now, happy and together. Its
been a year and a half since
we were married and its been
the happiest year of my
life.
The rest of
the boys are doing well
though I don't see them
as much as I used too. Liam
and Danielle have been
married two years and
Danielle was pregnant with
their second child. They
don't know what it is
yet, they want it to be a
surprise. Their first child
was a little girl who looks
just like Danielle but has
Liam's personality. She
is just starting to walk and
is absolutely adorable. They
are living in London in a
little house I absolutely
love.
Zayn and
Perrie are still dating. They
took some time off from each
other but got back together
almost a year ago now. A
couple weeks ago Zayn came
over for the evening to watch
a football/soccer game with
Lou and told us he was
planning on proposing. The
ring is beautiful and I know
Perrie is going to love
it.
Harry and I
still talk quite frequently,
more than the rest at least.
He has been seeing a girl
named Chelsea for a while
now. I don't know how
serious he is about her and I
personally don't know her
well. He's happy though
and is still singing
professionally. I just hope
he finds someone who makes
him happy and he can live
happily with.
The only
one of the boys I am really
worried about is Niall. He
hasn't really recovered
from the loss of Milo and I
know he still misses Mia. He
has been with other girls but
they were all just
distractions, nothing
serious. We are all terrified
he is going to turn to
alcoholic ways. He did for a
short time but we intervened
before it could turn into
something
serious.
The
football the young boys were
playing with rolled in front
of me interrupting my
thoughts. Louis put his foot
out and stopped it. I looked
over and saw the little boy I
had been watching over run
over to us. Louis let go of
my hand and kneeled down so
he was eye level with the
little boy.
He had
curly, golden hair that fell
right above his big brown
eyes. He cautiously walked
over to Lou who was holding
the ball out to him. I
watched as Louis talked to
him kindly and hand him the
ball. The little boy run away
with the ball smiling and
laughing. I smiled as I
watched them and my hand slid
over the fabric of my dress
and rested on my
stomach.
I had just
found out I was pregnant this
morning and hadn't told
Louis yet. I was planning on
telling him tonight over
supper. I have always known
he was going to make a great
father but after just
watching him interact with
that little boy it just
affirmed what I already knew.
He was going to be ecstatic
when I told him and I
couldn't wait.
I
couldn't wait to tell
him, I couldn't wait to
have our family, I
couldn't wait to live the
rest of my life with him.
Authors note: So That was how Katia and Louis's story ended. I'm sorry I was unable to finish writing it completely, but I plan on making a final quote all about that so.... Thank you to everyone who read my story, it really means a lot ot me.
Authors note: So That was how Katia and Louis's story ended. I'm sorry I was unable to finish writing it completely, but I plan on making a final quote all about that so.... Thank you to everyone who read my story, it really means a lot ot me.
Some Guy: Are you naughty or nice? ;)
Me: I'm an awkward potato, there's no option. You're alive or you're dead.... YOLO man.
Guy: So I hopefully take that as a naughty?
Me: Shut up you I'm a demon don't touch me. *hisses*
Me: I'm an awkward potato, there's no option. You're alive or you're dead.... YOLO man.
Guy: So I hopefully take that as a naughty?
Me: Shut up you I'm a demon don't touch me. *hisses*
Hello. I am a 16 year old boy. My name does not matter but I have a
story to tell you. My favourite colour is navy blue. I have blonde
hair and blue eyes. I write and I sing in a band. I have been
bullied since Kindergarden. People don't like me. I have two
friends. I'm okay with being alone. But it isn't okay
when I pick up the razor.
Hello. I am
a 16 year old boy. My name does not matter but I have a story to
tell you. My cutting all started in grade six. I would use scissors
to write what all the other kids called me onto my thighs. I would
cut up my arms hoping to die. All because of what they said to
my face and behind my back.
Hello. I am
a 16 year old boy. My name does not matter but I have a story to
tell you. In grade eight I met a girl and she was beautiful. She
became my bestfriend. Untill grade nine. She left me. She said I
was to hard to handle. So I attempted suicide. I tried to overdose.
When that didn't work; that's when the substence abuse
started.
Hello. I am
a 16 year old boy. My name does not matter but I have a story to
tell you. I started doing anything for the money to get drugs. I
would steal from other kids my age. Every night I would either
get high or drunk and then go home to cut my wrists and hope to
die.
I just
did
homework
for
5 hours
straight.
I wish
I was
exaggerating
