A/N: Hi everyone! :) So I have awesome news to tell you, but I'll wait till the end. So enjoy the chapter.

Mia's P.O.V

"Mia," A voice whispers in my ear. I give a small groan, ignoring the person saying my name.

"Mia..!" The voice says, a little more urgent.

I feel my body being shook, then I opened my eyes.

"What," I moan, looking up at a shirt- HOLY CRAP. Louis fucking Tomlinson was shirtless. Right in front of me.

My cheeks instantly redden.

He gives me a cheeky smile and crawls closer to me.

"Hey babe," he winks. I watched him sit on top of me, making my body tremble.

"Err- what wh-what are you doing?" I stutter, refusing to look at him.

"Relax Mia, my shirts over here." He chuckles, pulling his blue t-shirt over his head.

I mentally slap myself, probably sounding stupid.

"Anyways," Louis says, breaking my thoughts, "That's for a special night"

"W-what!?!" I say, my eyes wide.

I see Louis chuckle, nodding his head.

"Well, I think its time for you to head home," Louis sighs, giving me a sad look, his eyes sadden as well.

"Whhhhhyyy!" I whine. "I wanted to spend the whole day with you,"

"But I have something planned," He tells me.

I frown, "I guess I understand...You want to hang with the boys."

"Mia!" Louis chuckles.

"What?" I asked cluelessly.

I watched as he grabbed ahold of my hand, "I meant that I had plans for us." He smiles.

I mentally slap myself again, but with a chair and begin laughing, "I knew that!"

I watched him roll his beautiful, bright, blue eyes and kiss my nose lightly.

"Okay, now I'm gonna drive you home so you can rest up for a bit, yeah?" He smiles, holding my hand.

I nod as we walk to the door.

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I laid down on my beaten down couch and sighed. I looked at the wall boredly and began to fall asleep.

•FLASHBACK•

I sat there alone at the lunch table, quietly reading my book to myself.

"Good book?" A voice asked behind me.

I instantly froze in my place.

"It would be ashamed if....." I watched as a small, petit hand reached down and grabbed my book, "Something bad happened to it."

I was afraid to say something.... Jenna was popular, pretty, and I had no power compared to her.

I watched hopelessly as she ripped multiple pages out, throwing each one in a near by trash can.

"Oh well." She shrugs, laughing to herself, as her friends joined in.

"Oh and do us a favor." She tells me.

"W-what?" I whisper in my fearful voice.

"Kill yourself. Do something. You fat, worthless, pig." She erupts in laughter, her friends joining in again.

I watched them walk away before I ran to the bathroom in fear.

Why not? Why not...

•End•

I woke up crying and shaking. All of those words hit like knives.

I got the courage and stood up, walking over to my room.

I looked around, until my eyes landed on a box in the corner of the room. I ran over there and lifted it up.

Inside was everything that made me feel better...

I pulled out multiple thin razors and scooted them away.

Underneath it all was a pile of letters.

I picked them up and began reading them to myself. The first one read...