Lydia's POV:
"No, you're beautiful in every way." My head bolted up and stated at him as of he's crazy, which he is.
"Me? Beautiful!? Hell no!" I yelled and he gave me a sympathetic smile.
"I'm not joking, Lydia."
"You're not!? Because it sure hell is funny."
"Oh, come on!" He elbowed me on my side and I glared at him.
"Niall, I think it's time for me to tell you my real self..." I bluntly said and I looked at him again, he's smile fading and frowned.
"What do you mean?" He asks worriedly and I sighed.
"Niall, before I lived in with Justin, something happened to me but I don't remember. They said that my parents died because of some accident happened and I was with them all the time, they said I didn't remember it because I hit my head pretty hard." I looked at him and he motioned me to go on and I nodded.
"I asked Justin't parents to tell me what really happened and they said that its better not to remember it and just go on with my life. This accident happened when I was little, 5 years old I think? Then starting that day, Justin's parents took me in and we lived happily together, when Justin knows or now can how to live by himself, he made me live with him so I won't bother his family. These past 14 years with Justin made me look like a burden to him..." I looked down at myself because I really feel ashamed.
"Is that all?" He asks, as he lifted my head to look up to him by his hand under my chin. I shook my head.
"When I was 15 years old, I went to this school near here. Called bridge-way high school. I was a junior there, then some handsome kid asked me out and I said yes. We went out for 3 months and I was so in love with him, when I confessed my love to him, he just laughed at me! He said that he really didn't like me, he said he was just dating me because one of his friends dared him to do it..." I felt a tear falling onto my lap.
"That's why I didn't want to date any boys, that's why I wanted you as a friend. After that whole dating fiasco, people laughed at me saying that I was too gullible to believe that a handsome guy would date me." I sobbed and Niall brought me into his greatest hugs and soothed me with words.
"Don't worry, everything's gonna be alright." He cooed and I furiously shook my head, I broke from the hug.
"No, you don't know what's it like to be treated like crap! Niall, I live my whole life with my own motto: 'past is past' or 'just focus on the present moment'. But every time I remember my recked past, I would always brake down and be alone for God knows how many hours! Niall, you're lucky, you're special, you still have your own parents and you have great fans and friends that cares about you. While I have non. That's why I envy people so much." I rambled so on and so forth but he just listens to me.
"No, I do know what it feels like to be a crap! You think that all of our fans like me!? Heck, they hate me but some of them like me but its not enough! Every time we would do a signing, there's non that would never tell me that they hate me and I shouldn't be in the band. I know what you're feeling right now Lydia, I don't just show what I really feel inside!" He yelled at me, I can feel it that he's already frustrated by my ranting a while ago.
I stared at him and looked down at my lap, they were many tear stained droplets and right now, they're quite catching my attention.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled under my breath.
"Lydia, you don't have to be sorry, it's not your-"
"Don't you dare say that it's not my fault, because its really all my fault! I'm a burden to you, to Justin, to his parents, to Selena and to everyone else in the world! And I think you're one of those people who would be with me, realised that I wasn't enough then leave me all by myself." My voice minimised while I kept going on and on.
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Empty Sheets (One Direction) *UNDER EDITING*
FanfictionHi my name is Lydia, I'm Justin's cousin and yes Justin Bieber. You know love is so complicated or for me so frustrating but to the others it's full of happiness and sweetness but mine...there's nothing. I hope Niall understands me one day. Do you t...
