Dear Someone, ~ ( One Direction ) ** EDITING **

Chapter 11 - Chicky

“Stop stop stop!” I yelled making weird moves and tears in my eyes from laughing.

“That’s not sweet at all to make me stop babe” He said while pocking me harder.

“Please lovely Louis stop, I love you, please stop”

“That’s where I’m talking about” And he stopped pocking.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Come here” And he pulled me to his chest, stroking my hair.  “I love you too babe, I love you too” He said whispering in my ear. That’s made me shiver. He gave me a passionate kiss on my lips and I smiled when we drove apart.

After a lazy day at Louis’ house I had to say goodbye.

 Where I’m not good at it, not good at it at all. My mom wasn’t home, she left a note with that she was going to the mall.

I signed and stumbled upstairs I grabbed a pen and searched for a piece of paper. I forgot to tell you that my birthday was about 2 days..

But I really didn’t like birthdays; became a year older. That didn’t sound very well.. When I was younger all I wanted was to became older. But now?

Now I just wanted to be a child, carefree. Without problems.

I looked at the paper and grabbed my pen

Dear Someone,

I’m bad in making choices, I’m insecure.

Really insecure.. I mean if a random person tell me I’m beautiful,

I really don’t give a damn about that compliment,

the truth is I think he or she is lying.

If a random person tell me I’m ugly, well..

Then I give a damn about that insult.

the truth is I think that he or she is telling the truth.

Okay other subject now,

Did I tell you that my birthday is coming soon?

I hate birthdays.. So that you know.

I hated to say that I’m 18 instead of 17.

17 sounds so much younger than 18.

You have to become more serious, thoughtful,

and every word that you’re saying now has a serious meaning.

You have to be independent and handle your own problems.

Well.. That’s where I have to work on; handle your own problems.

My friend always see immediately when something is wrong.

So I didn’t have the time to handle it on my own.

O my god, I forget to thank you for your sweet letter!

I’m a miserable friend, how could I forget?

Sorry!

You are a real friend of my too! Well.. That sounded cliché.

I can tell me my problems without being scared for your opinion.

And that my friend, means a lot to me!

Loves,

Somebody

I put the pen down and read all the lines over and over. When I finally was done I searched for an envelope.

Dammit, I didn’t had one!

I forgot to ask mom to bring more envelops.

The only solution then was to buy some on my own.

I walked downstairs, grabbed my keys and a coat and walked to the shop.

Thank god I lived close by town.

After a couple of minutes I felt my phone buzzing in my bag.

I opened my bag – while walking – and searched for my phone. I couldn’t find that stupid thing!

That was always a big problem, I always put it in kind of box what was specially made for phones.

But when I needed it, he never lays in it! So I’ve to turn my whole bag upside down to find it!

Really really annoying.

Okay back to where I was walking while searching my phone through my bag.

What wasn’t a good plan..

“LOOK OUT!” I heard a man voice speak. I raised my head up and turned slightly red.

Embarrassing..

It was a tall boy with messy dark hair, he had grey eyes and had coffee on his white t-shirt.

“I’m so so sorry..” I stammered to the boy who was looking at his white t-shirt, what wasn’t white anymore.

“It’s okay chicky, it could happen everyone” He said while showing his smile.

Then I recognized his voice, there’s nobody who said ‘chicky' unless..

That couldn’t be true..

No,

No,

No.

“Ben, is that you?” I asked with wide eyes.  

“CHLOE! Chicky! That’s a long time ago!”

Well.. Meet Ben my best friend during primary school.

Why we didn’t contact each other after primary?

Ben became a junky and an alcoholic.