Dip Dyed -One Direction Fan Fic-

I Never Singed Up For This Bullshit.

-I Never Singed Up For This Bullshit-

Paige's POV

"I KNEW IT! SHE'S A BLOODY BITCH! HOW DARE YOU!?"

Niall lost it. On live TV. Holy shit.

Tears prickled at my eyes as realization hit me. The whole world is now going to realize that all of what Taylor just said.

The chatter of the people is a great contrast to everything, ya know? I'm kidding. Everyone is dead silent, frozen in place, except Niall who is currently screaming profanities at Taylor, she's seated in the audience, front row. Everyone is currently trying to process everything, but I'm not sure if that's coming out too good.

How do you wrap your head around the thought of America's angel being pure evil?

It's not easy.

"Taylor what the bloody hell where you thinking?" Harry yelled. His sudden rise in volume made me jump, triggering the tears spilling down my cheeks as I sobbed. I stood a little to the side, due to the fact that I moved when Niall went ballistic.

I remembered all those times Harry comforted me, played with me, teased me.... But those images seemed so distant as I stared at the curly hair boy giving Taylor a death glare. His usually green, happy, sparkling eyes so filled with darkness. I've never seen Harry like this. Not once.

"I- I wasn't.. I d-didn't think! Harry I'm so sorry please forgive me!" Taylor pleaded, though her eyes still held that cold aura.

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Harry asked in a disgusted tone.

"BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THAT UGLY ASS BITCH!" Taylor finally let out.

As I helplessly mulled over what had just been said I ripped off the stupid microphone that some how Lou manage to clip to my dress and fled. I ran, I ran as fast as my legs could take me. My Toms making flopping sounds as I dodged Paul.

"BABY GIRL WAIT!" I heard Liam yell. But I didn't stop, not for him, not for Lou nor Haz, not for Zayn and not for Niall. I kept running, just letting my feet take me somewhere. My vision clouded with the moisture that's made up from 10% of water and 90% of feelings. Tears.

I reached the dressing room and scrambled to look for my phone. I spotted it on the coffee table and quickly snatched it. Not wasting any time I pulle up the Twitter app, going to the world trends. My suscpicions were cleared when I saw them.

#Uglyasspaywhore And #staystrongpaige both trending.

I didn't pay attention to the nice one, going straight to the tweets from the rude one. After reading the first five comments I thought I was going to be sick.

So for the second time in a 10 minute span I fled. I once again ran, but this time out of the building.

All I craved was to crawl into bed and loose consciousness, anything to loose the ache my heart weighted with. It's entirely too much. I never singed up for this bullshit.

But I know better than to run away, because I'm not strong enough to take my life I ran to the van, easily opening the door and swinging myself in. I crawled all the way to the back and curled up in a fragile ball. Broken sobs erupted from my body as I trembled with tremor. Fear, fear of the lads realizing I'm a burden. That I'm ruining them, crushing them, bringing them down.

If I run away things will get worse for me, and I wouldn't be able to handle it. I would end up in a metal hospital from trying to take my life and not succeeding. But the lads life would be so much easier.

I just want to go to sleep.

Is that too much to ask?

Liam's POV