Little Things

Chapter 86

So I'm home from school today because of my neck (you may or may not know about this lol) so I'm updating this morning but I may or may not update again tonight?? Maybe??

Songs of Inspiration:

Personal - Jessie J

Goodnight Goodbye - John Newman 

The Man That Can't Be Moved - The Script

Trouble - Coldplay (LIVE)

Lay Me Down - Sam Smith

You & I - One Direction

Allyson's POV

"I can't believe you actually went up to sing," I clutch my stomach from laughter and turn around to see Morgan in the back seat who is laughing equally as hard.

Jordan starts to mimic her singing, and that's when I lose it. Tears starting spilling down from my excessive laughter, and the car is silent besides Jordan's singing. 

It's that kind of laughter; the one where everyone is physically silent because the situation is so funny. The best kind of laughter.

"But did you see the guy who tried to throw a hot dog at me?" Morgan says in between giggles.

"No!" I choke out.

Jordan pulls down our street, still singing the song Morgan chose to sing karaoke too.

"He did! It was all ketchup-y too," she says with a few more giggles, making me just as giggly.

But my laughter comes to a complete halt when we pull in front of our apartment.

"Oh my God," Jordan gasps, and my jaw drops open to the floor of this junky car.

My hand fumbles to the door handle because I can't keep my eyes off of the vandalized lot.

Once I reach it, I open the door and climb out. Soon enough Morgan and Jordan both join my side, and all of us are silent as we take in the sight.

Spray paint covers the brick walls, with nasty comments regarding me. 

Me.

There is caution tape wrapped around the poles that hold up the tiny roof covering to the door, and thrown around everywhere.

Signs are picketed into the ground with just as hateful comments that are spray painted onto the walls, if not worse. 

My knees grow weak, and jerk around a bit before I collapse on the sidewalk. I cover my face in my hands, and break down.

As I cry out, the words written everywhere are screamed at me in strange voices in my head.

Get away from our Niall!

Fuck off!

Niall is OURS not YOURS

We hate you!

Kill yourself

I feel Jordan's rough hands on my bare shoulders that are shaking from my weeping.

The sound of Morgan's high heels tap on the ground up to the door, as she is probably examining the destruction.

For a few minutes, Jordan rubs my shoulders and I just continue to bawl my eyes out, wanting everything to just stop. I can't handle anything anymore.