All These Little Things
Chapter 6: New Experiences
I walked down the street till I found the park that was only a block away from my house. I sat on the tire swing and began to spin myself around. I thought of everything Niall said to me and it made me smile but once I had something to keep me happy, there was always someone to bring that happy part all the way down to depression. And this time, those people were Niall's fans.
At the thought of what they said, even though Niall showed me I was pretty on the inside (he yet had to show me I was pretty on the outside), made me think I was never beautiful and never would be.
I started to tear up. Tears fell down my face.
"Why can't you just let me be happy for once?" I looked up at the sky, speaking to the world.
"You like to watch me suffer? You like to see me break away?" I yelled to the sky. Not knowing what the answer would be.
"I guess everyone likes to watch me be un-happy." I whispered to myself.
"I don't." Replied a sweet Irish accent.
I looked up to see a blur of someone standing by the tire swing. I stopped myself slowly, so I wouldn't look like a bobble head if I stopped quickly.
"Why do people like to hurt me? I don't even know what I did to them for them to hate me. I can't help how I look! My weight may be a problem but I'm trying. Why does everyone judge someone before they know them?" I said this more to myself than to him. He stepped closer. Keeping my eyes on the gound I said, "It's very hurtful when they do." He crouched down trying to get me to look at him.
He gently lifted my chin up more so that he could get a better view of my face. He smiled. I was some what offended by this but didn't feel like breaking eye contact with him. I wasn't mad at him. I was mad at mainly his fans but also to everyone that has ever treated me badly. I couldn't take it out on him.
"You're even beautiful when you cry." He stated and wipped away my tears. "But I hate to see you like this. Crying isn't worth it, this is how they want to see you love. They," he gestured to the sky, "want to see you like this and that's why they continue to be so horrible. Don't let them get to you."
I gave half a smile and stopped crying.
"You want to tell me your story?" He asked.
"It's long." I replied. He just shrugged it off and said, "I got time for you love."
I told him everything and he listened. He listened like what I was telling him was going to effect his whole life. I told him how it started. My mom and dad divorced, making me gain weight because I went through depression. School didn't help anything. I told him I was constantly made fun of for being bigger than most kids and I also told him I didn't have any true friends in elementary. I told him that Middle School hurt the worst. I had some true friends by then but no guy ever took interest in me. When some guy finally did take interest he moved away, leaving me to wonder why I could never be happy. Constantly being pushed and smacked around because I was different in ethnicity and size made me not want to go back to school. Everything started to mellow out in High School. I had more friends by then and people were starting to be nicer to me but there was always at least 10 people that would just love to go and ruin my day. I told him not to worry, I didn't believe in self-harm but I did believe in shutting away everybody for months at a time. I told him that the first song I've ever listened to, by One Direction, was Little Things and that made me feel pretty, in a way. I told him that it was my favorite song and whenever I was down, I listened to it. I told him that, since I was a senior in High School, I looked forward to college and getting away from the people that hurt me.
"That's why I have troubles believeing that I'm beautiful but you, you are starting to make me believe and I haven't felt this way in a long time. Actually, I've never felt like this before Niall. You're giving me a whole new experience and with that being said, please be patient with me. Don't let me push you away because I'm scared."
He took all of it in. His eyes widened while he processed all of the information. It took him some time to figure out what he should say.
"No words could express how sorry I am for you. And I won't let you push me away because I will always be here for you. No matter what, you can come to me for anything. I may be the loving life kind of guy but deep down, I'm a very emotional guy. Stuff like this makes me turn down the crazy and tune in the serious." He smiled and put both of his hands on my knees.
"Can I walk you home?" He asked and when he looked in my eyes, my heart took over and said, "Yes."
Maybe he does like you. He showed signs of it but what if he was just trying to make you happy? I said in my head. This was rushing in my mind but I loved the moment we've just created and decided to just see where this would take us.
We walked towards my house, chatting all of the way. He told me things like where he was from and his hobbies. Stuff that you told to your best friend.
Maybe that's all he wants. He might just be looking for a friend ship.
Out of nowhere, Niall said, "What do you look for in a guy?"
Shocked by the question, I took my time to think.
"I want someone who is funny but loving. He needs to be able to joke around but not too aggressively. He HAS to love food because I can cook." He smiled at the mention of food.
"What a coincidence, I LOVE food!" He said. We laughed for awhile at the "joke" I had just made.
"I'm looking for a girl, like you." He said and grabbed my hand.
Maybe he isn't looking for a friend ship.
I blushed and we walked the rest of the way to my house.
We stopped right in front of my door.
"Well, I gu-" He interrupted me by pushing his lips hard against mine. Still dazed at the surprise of him kissing me, he pulled away.
"Bye for now love!" He walked back towards Sassy's Photography.
"B-bye!" I yelled after him.
I opened the door and closed it. I leaned up against it and whispered to myself, "What a day!"
At the thought of what they said, even though Niall showed me I was pretty on the inside (he yet had to show me I was pretty on the outside), made me think I was never beautiful and never would be.
I started to tear up. Tears fell down my face.
"Why can't you just let me be happy for once?" I looked up at the sky, speaking to the world.
"You like to watch me suffer? You like to see me break away?" I yelled to the sky. Not knowing what the answer would be.
"I guess everyone likes to watch me be un-happy." I whispered to myself.
"I don't." Replied a sweet Irish accent.
I looked up to see a blur of someone standing by the tire swing. I stopped myself slowly, so I wouldn't look like a bobble head if I stopped quickly.
"Why do people like to hurt me? I don't even know what I did to them for them to hate me. I can't help how I look! My weight may be a problem but I'm trying. Why does everyone judge someone before they know them?" I said this more to myself than to him. He stepped closer. Keeping my eyes on the gound I said, "It's very hurtful when they do." He crouched down trying to get me to look at him.
He gently lifted my chin up more so that he could get a better view of my face. He smiled. I was some what offended by this but didn't feel like breaking eye contact with him. I wasn't mad at him. I was mad at mainly his fans but also to everyone that has ever treated me badly. I couldn't take it out on him.
"You're even beautiful when you cry." He stated and wipped away my tears. "But I hate to see you like this. Crying isn't worth it, this is how they want to see you love. They," he gestured to the sky, "want to see you like this and that's why they continue to be so horrible. Don't let them get to you."
I gave half a smile and stopped crying.
"You want to tell me your story?" He asked.
"It's long." I replied. He just shrugged it off and said, "I got time for you love."
I told him everything and he listened. He listened like what I was telling him was going to effect his whole life. I told him how it started. My mom and dad divorced, making me gain weight because I went through depression. School didn't help anything. I told him I was constantly made fun of for being bigger than most kids and I also told him I didn't have any true friends in elementary. I told him that Middle School hurt the worst. I had some true friends by then but no guy ever took interest in me. When some guy finally did take interest he moved away, leaving me to wonder why I could never be happy. Constantly being pushed and smacked around because I was different in ethnicity and size made me not want to go back to school. Everything started to mellow out in High School. I had more friends by then and people were starting to be nicer to me but there was always at least 10 people that would just love to go and ruin my day. I told him not to worry, I didn't believe in self-harm but I did believe in shutting away everybody for months at a time. I told him that the first song I've ever listened to, by One Direction, was Little Things and that made me feel pretty, in a way. I told him that it was my favorite song and whenever I was down, I listened to it. I told him that, since I was a senior in High School, I looked forward to college and getting away from the people that hurt me.
"That's why I have troubles believeing that I'm beautiful but you, you are starting to make me believe and I haven't felt this way in a long time. Actually, I've never felt like this before Niall. You're giving me a whole new experience and with that being said, please be patient with me. Don't let me push you away because I'm scared."
He took all of it in. His eyes widened while he processed all of the information. It took him some time to figure out what he should say.
"No words could express how sorry I am for you. And I won't let you push me away because I will always be here for you. No matter what, you can come to me for anything. I may be the loving life kind of guy but deep down, I'm a very emotional guy. Stuff like this makes me turn down the crazy and tune in the serious." He smiled and put both of his hands on my knees.
"Can I walk you home?" He asked and when he looked in my eyes, my heart took over and said, "Yes."
Maybe he does like you. He showed signs of it but what if he was just trying to make you happy? I said in my head. This was rushing in my mind but I loved the moment we've just created and decided to just see where this would take us.
We walked towards my house, chatting all of the way. He told me things like where he was from and his hobbies. Stuff that you told to your best friend.
Maybe that's all he wants. He might just be looking for a friend ship.
Out of nowhere, Niall said, "What do you look for in a guy?"
Shocked by the question, I took my time to think.
"I want someone who is funny but loving. He needs to be able to joke around but not too aggressively. He HAS to love food because I can cook." He smiled at the mention of food.
"What a coincidence, I LOVE food!" He said. We laughed for awhile at the "joke" I had just made.
"I'm looking for a girl, like you." He said and grabbed my hand.
Maybe he isn't looking for a friend ship.
I blushed and we walked the rest of the way to my house.
We stopped right in front of my door.
"Well, I gu-" He interrupted me by pushing his lips hard against mine. Still dazed at the surprise of him kissing me, he pulled away.
"Bye for now love!" He walked back towards Sassy's Photography.
"B-bye!" I yelled after him.
I opened the door and closed it. I leaned up against it and whispered to myself, "What a day!"
Notes
Starting to lead away with trying to make Cristy see that she is beautiful and lead towards her and Niall's relationship. Is it just friends? Is he really after her or is he trying to make her happy? Tell what you think or want to see in the story! THANKS! <3P.S. The story will have many different points. Right now it is beauty and it starts to lead to love. After awhile, it will lead to something else. Just thought I would let you know! :D
@pennyiswildforniall
Thanks so much! I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope it made you feel some what better about yourself. that's all I wanted with the outcome of this story: to let girls know that appearance has nothing to do with the beauty you hold inside. :)
12/8/13