(FUCKING LISTEN TO SPACES WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER. YOU WILL CRY AND I AM SO SORRY)
It was raining when we got home. I had a book in my hands as Liam was cooking something. His phone buzzed multiple times, making me groan and shut my eyes.
"Liam your phone is getting annoying." I groaned and he sighed.
"Then look at it. I don't care." He said.I picked up his phone to see many messages by Harry. I raised an eyebrow and typed in his password. The things I saw was unbearable. I had to keep myself from screaming. Everything me and Liam has done was shared with the boys, none private.
Liam; i kissed her. almost had sex with her.
Harry; its totally worth it right?
Liam; only because i dont want to be the pussy in the band
Niall; whoa, whats going on?
Harry; i made a bet with Liam here to see if we can fool Chrystal into liking him. Its working pretty well now.
Niall; Harry that is low for you. even you liam
Liam; I know.I just dont want to be the pussy of the band.
Louis; i say this is going be good. niall m8 just sit back and watch it.
Zayn; i heard Liam has a daddy kink
Liam; so? its just a kink. itll never be special. not even to Chrystal
Niall; you guys are sick. how do you deal with this?
Niall; just pray she doesnt find this. *Niall left the chat*
All of this. It was nothing but just a little game to him, so he won't be the pussy. Everything was a lie.
"What's wrong, babe?" Liam asked and I glared at him. He jumped back slightly and I stood up, throwing his phone on the couch.
"You're sick!" I screamed and his eyes widnen, noticing what i just had said. "Why would you do that?"
"Chrystal, it's just a game."
"A game my ass. You told everyone!" I pulled at my hair as he took a step forward, making me take a step back. I pulled out my phone and took Liam's phone to add me.
*Chrystal has been added to the group by Liam*
Chrystal; you guys are fucking sick. why would you do that
Harry; shit. Chrystal why are you here?
Chrystal; CAUSE YOURE ASS HOLES CAN YOU NOT SEE?! YOU DONT SEE HOW MUCH THIS HURTS.
Chrystal; you know what, fuck you. fuck everyone. Im leaving.*Chrystal left the chat*
"You're sick. So sick." I mumbled and ran up the stairs, texting Niall on the way. This is too much. Way too much for me. Sure, not even a two weeks ago, Liam got home from tour and I did miss him, but this was far from what he'll ever do. This made me want puke. My heart was aching and I had locked myself in Liam's room again. Life is never fair, and this isn't fair at all. I gave Liam my everything and he wastes it on a game. A game. This was all a game to him.
"Where the fuck is Chrystal?" I heard Niall say downstairs. Liam said something, I didn't understand before Niall ran up the stairs. I wiped my eyes, not noticing that I was crying. My heart hurts and my mind was jumbled. Niall walked in and I looked at him.
"Why did they do that, Niall?" I whispered as he sat beside me. "It hurts."
"I know. They're being assholes." He said as he sat beside me. I sighed and buried my face into my hands and started to cry harder. Niall rubbed soothing circles into my back as I stood up.
"I'm leaving." I said and Liam walked in. I glared at him and walked out. I thought everything will be fine and now look. Everything is crashing down, faster every second.
Life will never be perfect, yet it hurts trying being perfect.
God dammit, Liam you ruined everything. Right now, Chrystal is crying in my room and Niall is comforting her while I should be. She should be in my arms, me holding her, but this is my mistake. I shouldn't be holding her, I'm the cause of this. I caused her this pain and I can't subside it anymore. I can't believe I did that. I shouldn't've have said yes in the first place. I would've never thought of this.
I'm so screwed. I caused all of this and here I am on the floor, doing nothing. I'm letting Niall comfort her and I should be apologizing. Yet my apologies will never matter to her. I screwed up, and I can't fix it.
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WHY NO SMUTS I WANT SMUT NIGGA
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Being best friends with a international superstar happens to be the most difficult thing. Puberty. Facial hair. And, oh god, that should not be a thing. Why was Chrystal even imagining her best friend like this? This was abnormal. But then again...