I wonder what Liam's doing? It's only 10. Maybe I should call him? No, that's stupid. Or, it's so smart you have to try it. He can't be doing anything. I mean it's Liam. He is as fun as a rock.
I ran over my contacts till I get to his.
Ring, ring, ring, ring.
don't answer.
Ring,ring,ring.
Pleaseee don't answer.
ring, ring.
That didn't work. I got up and just walked around my house. There is nothing to do. Maybe I should eat something. I haven't eaten today yet and it's already 10 P.M. Which would be pointless for me to eat considering the fact that I won't work out and the fat would build and cause me to become fatter and I really don't want that. I laid on my couch and watched my fan spin around and around. I kept thinking of thing to do. I guess twitter it is.
I quickly ran up to my room and logged on and checked a few things. The normal amount of hate. The normal amount of name calling. Nothing I can't freak out about.
Liam had tweeted two times a minute ago. Some lyrics about something. I could barely even understand it. He texts me with perfect grammer but can't even tweet to his 17 Million followers? I have 20 and I barely tweet without a typo. He is so quirky.
Speaking of Liam I wonder why he didn't call me back? He usally does. Aw, screw it. I checked my mentions and to see the same girl.
@1DWHOREE: STACY I'M GONNA KILL YOU! STAY AWAY FROM LIAM! YOU SLUT! @StacyEdwards.
@StacyEdwards: @1DWHOREE, You wouldn't tell this stuff face to face. So there is no need to say over twitter. I am not a slut. I haven't even had a boyfriend in a long time. Stop messing up my happiness.
That's how I do it.
My phone starting ringing and I answered it fast.
"Hello?" I gasped.
"Hey, you called?" Liam.
"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come over.. can't really sleep.." I said shyly. I hate asking poeple to hangout.
"Sure! Be right there." I heard him smile into the phone. I waited for about 30 minutes and Liam was knocking on my door. I skipped over to it and he smiled down at me. Why is he so perfect? Like, let's get married.
"Hey." He said still smiling down. His secnt was really strong and it smelt like something I would wear. In fact it is. Only it smelt like the cheap version of Heat. He was with a girl.
"You smell..." I said shutting the lightly when he step in. "You smell like another girl. You got with another fucking didn't you?" He didn't say anything "I can't believe I fuckingstarted to actually like you! You are a dumb piece of shit! You fucked some trashy whore didn't you?" I yelled.
"No." He said bluntly
"Then take off your shirt," I said while crossing my arms
"I'm not doing tha-" He said rolling his eyes.
"Just do it!" I yelled.
He lifted it up and there, sure enough, was the claw marks only a girl cpuld make. All over his chest and back. His fly was even undone.
"Get out." I whispered.
"What? Stacy-"
"GET OUT!" I screamed, pointing to the door. He walked right up to me. His breath hitting my face. It smelt really bad.
"Why do you even care?" He growled. "It's not like we are acutally dating. This should mean nothing to you, yet, it does. Why? Why Stacy?" He whispered into my ear.
"I fucking hate you." I growled. "Nial was telling me about thsi Danielle girl you liked before I came along." I said softly, "was it her?"
"Yes." Liam took a deep breath.
"Right, then you should leave aswell." I said walking to my room.
I locked my door and started crying. This always happens. The guy I start having feelings for picks someone else. Niall even showed me a picture of her. She was dropped dead beauitufl and had an amazing body. No weird curves or anything. I went up tp the full body mirror in my room. I lifted up my shirt and looked at my body. Danielle's was so flat and well shaped and she was a double 0. I'm a 6 and I have no abs at all. I felt ugly and disguting. I cried myself tonight while I was starving.