Mickie’s P.O.V:
Last night was amazing, just lying under the stars with the boy I love, niall horan.
I stood up in my room and pulled back the blinds, letting the sun beam into my room. I waltzed into the bathroom and washed my hands and face, then brushed my teeth thoroughly and strolled back into my bedroom.
I applied a small bit of make-up, not too much because I had no bruises ou marks to cover up for once. I combed through my hair, brushing through each of the strands carefully. I placed a small fleur in my hair and let it fall down as it reached my waist-line.
I hurried over to the wardrobe where I studied every item of clothing I had in chercher of something decent to wear.
I eventually settled for a pair of demin mini shorts, a tank haut, retour au début and a pair of Converse as the sun was shining outside.
Once satisfied, I dressed my lit and skipped downstairs.
All of my sisters were giggling but immediately came to a holt when they noticed my presence.
“What are toi looking at?” Tanya growled.
“Um… nothing, I’m just getting my breakfast.” I shrugged, making my way to the fridge.
Claire stopped me and scowled.
“Go to school, toi can have something later.” She commanded.
I nodded and grabbed my bag. I then jogged out the door and I was on my way.
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I reached school and was met par niall in the corridor. He kissed me on the lips and smiled.
“I’ll see toi at lunch babe.” He grinned and sprinted away.
I headed to my locker and got my livres ready. My phone beeped and I stared at my screen quickly as we weren’t allowed to have phones in school.
‘1 New Message – Niall.X’
Didn't I see him about 30 secondes ago? I opened it anyways.
Niall.X – 8:19am: ‘Mickie, I'm sorry. I can’t do this anymore. Ur sisters paid me 2 pretend 2 l’amour toi and go out with you. I only went along with it because I felt sorry for you. I don’t l’amour toi Mickie and never will. Just face it, who would want to go out with you? (No offence). Anyways I'm sorry for leading toi on like that. But your sisters paid me so I wasn’t going to say no. see toi around.’
Tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheeks as I read over the message.
Zayn came up to me.
“Mickie what’s happened?!?!” he quizzed.
I didn't have time to answer, because Amy had stood up on a bench in the middle of the corridors and demanded everyone’s attention. Everybody looked up at her.
“Everyone listen up! Does everyone know Mickie Leanne rosemary?” she asked.
There was a faint mutter.
“Niall’s girlfriend!” she told them. The mutter became louder and people turned towards me. What was she doing?
“Well Mickie has a secret.” She smirked at me.
What does she know?
“Does anyone wonder why Mickie usually comes to school with a new injury every day?” she questioned everyone.
“BECAUSE SHE’s A CLUMSY BITCH!” a guy commenté which set off a howl of laughter in the corridor.
“No, this is why: Mickie has 5 sisters who take care of her because her parents past away 10 years ago…” she began.
Oh no.
“SO? WHO CARES?” another guy remarked.
“Listen… when her parents died she was left with her sisters. But, here’s the twist: Mickie is her sisters’ slave. She cleans the whole house every jour and if she dis-obeys her sisters ou does something wrong… they beat her up and leave her unconscious in a cellar. And niall only pretended to go out with her for money. Like, who would want to rendez-vous amoureux, date Mickie, a slave girl? Oh and Mickie, if you’re wondering how I know this, niall told me everything when we were s’embrasser in the janitors closet.” She announced.
plus tears filled my eyes as I turned towards zayn, who had a look of disgust on his face.
“Zayn…” I tried to explain.
“How could toi lie to me like that? I thought we were close Mickie.” He looked really hurt.
“Please zayn…” I pleaded.
“Just- don’t bother Mickie.” He spat as he walked away.
Zayn’s P.O.V:
I can’t believe Mickie lied to me. I thought we were best Friends and she kept this secret from me??
Amanda ran up to me and saw that I was upset.
“Zayn what’s wrong?” she asked in a caring tone.
“Nothing.” I grumbled.
“Come on babe. toi can tell me.” She smiled as she hugged me tight. I pushed her away from me.
“I’m sorry Amanda. I can’t do this anymore. Us, we’re over. I’m really sorry, but I think it’s for the best.” I told her as I stormed off.
I didn't want to be near anyone at the moment. I can’t get Mickie out of my head. I can’t believe that she lied to me!
Mickie’s P.O.V:
I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I had now Lost my best friend as well as my boyfriend. And also, everyone knows the secret I’ve been trying to keep for the past couple of years. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. People came up to me, taunting and teasing me.
“SLAVE GIRL! SLAVE GIRL!” people chanted as the strolled by. I tried to ignore the commentaires but I couldn't help but let them get to me.
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“Mickie!” a familiar Irish accent called me.
I cant believe that he has the nerve to talk to me after what he has done.
I walked faster but he caught up with me.
“Mickie, wait up!” he spoke as he grabbed my arm.
I turned to face him and pulled my arm out of his grasp.
“Did toi feel sorry for me?!” I quizzed.
“What?” he asked in a confused tone.
“Did toi think that just because I don’t have the easiest of lives that toi could pretend to l’amour me and I wouldn’t mind because I finally had someone who cared for me. And what’s worse, toi had my sisters’ pay you?!” I screamed.
“Mickie I don’t know what you’re talking ab-” I interrupted him there.
“And what about those promises toi made me? toi promised me that toi would always l’amour me. toi promised me that toi would always be par my side. And most importantly, toi promised that toi would never hurt me, but yet you’ve just shattered my cœur, coeur into a million pieces, did those promises mean anything to you? I guess not since you’ve broken every single one of them. Was one girlfriend not enough for toi niall? Would toi prefer me to be a slut like Amy instead? Well I’m sorry niall but I’m not going to change into some Barbie doll for you. Maybe toi would prefer to rendez-vous amoureux, date Amy instead? I’m sure that won’t be a problem and I hope toi had a wonderful time s’embrasser her.” I broke down I tears.
“Mickie that was a mi-” I cut him off again.
“No. the mistake was ever falling for a tool like you. I LOVED toi Niall, but now I can’t even stand the sight of seeing you.” I scowled.
“Come on Mickie, toi don’t mean that. I l’amour you.” He leaned in to Kiss me.
“No toi don’t niall.” I back away from him.
“Of course I do babe.” He a dit with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Don’t joke with me horan, my life is already one.” And with that, I walked away.
♥♥♥♥♥
Last night was amazing, just lying under the stars with the boy I love, niall horan.
I stood up in my room and pulled back the blinds, letting the sun beam into my room. I waltzed into the bathroom and washed my hands and face, then brushed my teeth thoroughly and strolled back into my bedroom.
I applied a small bit of make-up, not too much because I had no bruises ou marks to cover up for once. I combed through my hair, brushing through each of the strands carefully. I placed a small fleur in my hair and let it fall down as it reached my waist-line.
I hurried over to the wardrobe where I studied every item of clothing I had in chercher of something decent to wear.
I eventually settled for a pair of demin mini shorts, a tank haut, retour au début and a pair of Converse as the sun was shining outside.
Once satisfied, I dressed my lit and skipped downstairs.
All of my sisters were giggling but immediately came to a holt when they noticed my presence.
“What are toi looking at?” Tanya growled.
“Um… nothing, I’m just getting my breakfast.” I shrugged, making my way to the fridge.
Claire stopped me and scowled.
“Go to school, toi can have something later.” She commanded.
I nodded and grabbed my bag. I then jogged out the door and I was on my way.
♥♥♥♥♥
I reached school and was met par niall in the corridor. He kissed me on the lips and smiled.
“I’ll see toi at lunch babe.” He grinned and sprinted away.
I headed to my locker and got my livres ready. My phone beeped and I stared at my screen quickly as we weren’t allowed to have phones in school.
‘1 New Message – Niall.X’
Didn't I see him about 30 secondes ago? I opened it anyways.
Niall.X – 8:19am: ‘Mickie, I'm sorry. I can’t do this anymore. Ur sisters paid me 2 pretend 2 l’amour toi and go out with you. I only went along with it because I felt sorry for you. I don’t l’amour toi Mickie and never will. Just face it, who would want to go out with you? (No offence). Anyways I'm sorry for leading toi on like that. But your sisters paid me so I wasn’t going to say no. see toi around.’
Tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheeks as I read over the message.
Zayn came up to me.
“Mickie what’s happened?!?!” he quizzed.
I didn't have time to answer, because Amy had stood up on a bench in the middle of the corridors and demanded everyone’s attention. Everybody looked up at her.
“Everyone listen up! Does everyone know Mickie Leanne rosemary?” she asked.
There was a faint mutter.
“Niall’s girlfriend!” she told them. The mutter became louder and people turned towards me. What was she doing?
“Well Mickie has a secret.” She smirked at me.
What does she know?
“Does anyone wonder why Mickie usually comes to school with a new injury every day?” she questioned everyone.
“BECAUSE SHE’s A CLUMSY BITCH!” a guy commenté which set off a howl of laughter in the corridor.
“No, this is why: Mickie has 5 sisters who take care of her because her parents past away 10 years ago…” she began.
Oh no.
“SO? WHO CARES?” another guy remarked.
“Listen… when her parents died she was left with her sisters. But, here’s the twist: Mickie is her sisters’ slave. She cleans the whole house every jour and if she dis-obeys her sisters ou does something wrong… they beat her up and leave her unconscious in a cellar. And niall only pretended to go out with her for money. Like, who would want to rendez-vous amoureux, date Mickie, a slave girl? Oh and Mickie, if you’re wondering how I know this, niall told me everything when we were s’embrasser in the janitors closet.” She announced.
plus tears filled my eyes as I turned towards zayn, who had a look of disgust on his face.
“Zayn…” I tried to explain.
“How could toi lie to me like that? I thought we were close Mickie.” He looked really hurt.
“Please zayn…” I pleaded.
“Just- don’t bother Mickie.” He spat as he walked away.
Zayn’s P.O.V:
I can’t believe Mickie lied to me. I thought we were best Friends and she kept this secret from me??
Amanda ran up to me and saw that I was upset.
“Zayn what’s wrong?” she asked in a caring tone.
“Nothing.” I grumbled.
“Come on babe. toi can tell me.” She smiled as she hugged me tight. I pushed her away from me.
“I’m sorry Amanda. I can’t do this anymore. Us, we’re over. I’m really sorry, but I think it’s for the best.” I told her as I stormed off.
I didn't want to be near anyone at the moment. I can’t get Mickie out of my head. I can’t believe that she lied to me!
Mickie’s P.O.V:
I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I had now Lost my best friend as well as my boyfriend. And also, everyone knows the secret I’ve been trying to keep for the past couple of years. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. People came up to me, taunting and teasing me.
“SLAVE GIRL! SLAVE GIRL!” people chanted as the strolled by. I tried to ignore the commentaires but I couldn't help but let them get to me.
♥♥♥♥♥
“Mickie!” a familiar Irish accent called me.
I cant believe that he has the nerve to talk to me after what he has done.
I walked faster but he caught up with me.
“Mickie, wait up!” he spoke as he grabbed my arm.
I turned to face him and pulled my arm out of his grasp.
“Did toi feel sorry for me?!” I quizzed.
“What?” he asked in a confused tone.
“Did toi think that just because I don’t have the easiest of lives that toi could pretend to l’amour me and I wouldn’t mind because I finally had someone who cared for me. And what’s worse, toi had my sisters’ pay you?!” I screamed.
“Mickie I don’t know what you’re talking ab-” I interrupted him there.
“And what about those promises toi made me? toi promised me that toi would always l’amour me. toi promised me that toi would always be par my side. And most importantly, toi promised that toi would never hurt me, but yet you’ve just shattered my cœur, coeur into a million pieces, did those promises mean anything to you? I guess not since you’ve broken every single one of them. Was one girlfriend not enough for toi niall? Would toi prefer me to be a slut like Amy instead? Well I’m sorry niall but I’m not going to change into some Barbie doll for you. Maybe toi would prefer to rendez-vous amoureux, date Amy instead? I’m sure that won’t be a problem and I hope toi had a wonderful time s’embrasser her.” I broke down I tears.
“Mickie that was a mi-” I cut him off again.
“No. the mistake was ever falling for a tool like you. I LOVED toi Niall, but now I can’t even stand the sight of seeing you.” I scowled.
“Come on Mickie, toi don’t mean that. I l’amour you.” He leaned in to Kiss me.
“No toi don’t niall.” I back away from him.
“Of course I do babe.” He a dit with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Don’t joke with me horan, my life is already one.” And with that, I walked away.
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