hallway

                                    

                                          
Kiera's Point of View 
                          
I finally arrived home. I lived by myself, both of my parents were never really around as they are on business trips every second. I put my book bag down. I went upstairs to my bedroom. My house was quiet and empty. At points I feel lonely, but I learned how to accept it. I cleaned myself up, wiping the excess make-up off my face. I study my natural face. I had a few blemishes here and there. I had short hair, it was partially curly today but it became messy throughout the day. I changed into pajama shorts with hearts all over them and a sports bra. I tied my hair into a low ponytail. I go to my bed, opened my laptop and played some music. I studied the notes I took today. I remembered pieces of what happened about 20 minutes ago and then I fell asleep. 
                          
" Kiera you honestly thought I would love you again? You're so stupid." Ashton says laughing from a far 
Then a lot of people start laughing at me. It was a nightmare. I'm pretty sure it's a nightmare. It got worse. 
" No!" I started screaming hoping to wake up from this sick dream. So, I did.
                          
I wake up terrified, trembling and confused . 
                          
4:53 am 
                          
It was almost 5 so I just decided to get ready. I turned on my favorite playlist. Listening to One Direction, Bruno Mars and Olly Murs. Each expressed their emotions so elegantly and beautifully. In every lyric you can tell what they wrote about or who they wrote about. I decided to take a shower and dry my hair. It was quite the warm weather today. I put in some extensions and started braiding my hair. Taking some short hairs and curling them. I put on a dress my mother gave to me when I was 16. It was floral and simple, elegant but wonderful. It had simple, wonderful flowers on it. I wore black flats, I never wear heels to school. I did my makeup as simple as I could only complimenting my eyes . I grasped my brown bag and filled it with all the necessities of school. I went downstairs and made myself toast. I walked to school as I didn't own a car yet. As I was walking I hear someone calling my name, I ignore it for now. The person won't stop saying my name. I stopped and looked around me to find Ashton's car following me. 
                          
"Kiera!" Michael screams from the back of the car. I wave to him and I wave at Calum as well. Luke is in the passenger seat and I greet him with a soft smile. He looked striking and was able to give me a smile as well. He looked amazing. Although he's older than me by two years he still looked fantastic. He was quite the weird kid when I met him but he became more mature. He was reserved and quiet as well. 
                          
"You're beautiful today," Ashton yells out of his car. I didn't know what to say so I nod accepting the compliment. 
"Would you like us to give you a ride?" Luke says, his voice is soft and simple. 
" I would love that." I say smiling and he smiles as well.
Calum and Michael somehow made room for me in the back. As we got to school I say bye to Luke and Calum as they were taking Ashton's car for grocery shopping. I ignore Ashton even if he was trying to talk to me. I walked to my locker and Ashton still wouldn't leave me alone. 
                          
"Ashton, can you please give me space? After yesterday —" he cuts me off. He seemed sad and I feel terrible for saying it. 
"Kiera I'm sorry for yesterday but I just really wanted to talk about us. I- I love you." Right then and there, he said it. I walked away almost wanting to cry but I just couldn't. I could not comprehend such information he gave me. He grabbed my arm not wanting me to let go. I pulled my arm back. I started walking to class hearing whispers of what just happened between Ashton and I. 
                          
Skipping to English Class
                          
I picked up my books and headed to my third period. Our actual teacher would be here this time. Or well, that's what I have been told. As I entered, I see the same lady from yesterday. I settled my books down and talked to the teacher politely. 
                          
"Ms. A, is it possible if I could change partners for this project? It is not working out well." I explain and she continues to write on her note pad. 
                          
"I'm sorry, but I am not able to do that. You would just have to deal with your partner." I was devastated, I didn't want to do the project. Not with him of course. 
                          
Ashton's Point of View
                          
The words ' I love you ' fell out of my mouth. It felt right but she looked at me as if I was hurting her with those words. Those words, they killed the happiness. She looked so beautiful, yet so hurt. She walked away and I grabbed her arm. Her smooth, tan skin touched my hand. Kiera pulled her arm away. I heard whispers all over the hallway saying what happened between us. I started remembering the night we broke up. It became lucid. It felt real. 

                          
"Kiera—" I hesitate. An argument, how wonderful. I just wanted to live my dream. Can't she support me for once? She's over exaggerating.
"No Ashton just go live your dream, go ahead break your promise no one is stopping you." She sarcastically says, I gave her a firm look. She did the same as well, I want her to stay but it's a chance of a lifetime. To go on tour with the big group One Direction will help us get exposure. I pulled her closer to me, attempting to embrace her but she pushes me off. 
"What the hell Kiera! You love that! Now you're pushing me away! You're over exaggerating! You always do this I hate it! Whatever, leave. We're done." I state trying to comprehend what I just said. Her eyes had hurt in them. She looks at me. Her mouth with no words and sadness in her body posture. She grabbed her cardigan she left on the coat hanger, grabbed her bag. While doing so, she wiped her tears .
"Kiera I didn't - I did—" she screamed at me.
"3 YEARS ASHTON! 3 years I spent loving you. However, no matter if I was with you or not I could never get those years back. I just wished You made me a promise and I thought you would keep it. You'll be going on tour soon. You need rest, you'll be big and won't ever talk to me again. You know that, the boys know as well." She wasn't wrong. I knew that I wouldn't talk to her since I'll be busy. I tried saying I love you to her before she left but the last words she ever said were "Go, live your dream. Forget about me, you can do it anyways." 
Her voice trembled as she speak. She looked at me one last time then disappeared. 
I just saw the hurt , the pain and the agony in her look. Why did I do that to her? What has gotten in to me? I mess up too many times. I hurt her. I hurt the girl who loves me ever since middle school came around. I hurt the girl who made my world exquisite, stunning and lovely. When she turned around for the last time, I felt as if she was taking a piece of my heart. I enter my room upstairs screaming. I was angry at myself for losing someone I loved. I punched the wall , oh who knows how many times, I stopped when my knuckles were bleeding. I stopped when they were shaking. I screamed even louder again and Michael came rushing to the room. I just noticed they got home. Calum rushed downstairs preparing to clean the blood and wrap a bandage around. I cried, I never liked crying . However, I cried. I was useless and pointless. I broke up with my soulmate. My forever, my infinity, my lover. My babe, my princess , my everything. My world, my baby, the one I loved for 3 years. I hurt her. I hurt her.