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|chapter nine: tape eight|

And a-five-six-seven-eight! HA! You'll get it when I tell you what it's about...

After I paid for my drinks and left the diner I started the next tape taking slow strides to the park that was at least a twenty minute walk.

She's the queen of dancing! Has beautiful hair and is the boyfriend of the oh-so muscly Liam Payne! Any ideas? You guessed it! It's Danielle Peazer! Lovely girl, really pretty and great at dancing. Like, honestly, give me your skills. I really shouldn't be making light of this situation but I am so pick your balls off of the floor and go with it.

Always such colourful language, Louis.

So as none of you know, I did dance club. Yes, I am aware it was a club filled with girls but I'm not into boobs and vaginas anyway so it didn't matter.

I met Danielle on my first day and we became close friends. She was an actual friend as she hadn't heard any rumours about me and wasn't one to judge... or so I thought. She taught me difficult dance moves and we hung out after dance and we had sleepovers. She told me all about her boyfriend, Liam -I didn't have the heart to tell her I knew him- and I have to admit, he did sound nice. You know, apart from the continuous abuse he put me through but you know, it is what it is.

So one day we were at the cinema and while I was getting the snacks, guess who showed up? Stan! Been a while since we've heard from him, hasn't it? I watched as he whispered and pointed to me and Danielle's face contorted into a form of disgust and confusion. The rest of the night she acted distant and sort of... not there.

I kicked pebbles with my foot and checked the time on my phone. Five o'clock. I should probably find somewhere to eat soon.

The whole week I dreaded my next dance lesson as I didn't know what she was going to say to me. The day eventually came and I found myself talking to her about a blind date with her cousin. I think that I was so happy that she hadn't left me I would have agreed to anything.

The date was on Saturday and to say I was nervous would be an understatement. I had never been on a date before and I didn't know what the hell was supposed to happen on one. I was aware by multiple chick flicks that we were supposed to kiss at the end of it. So I packed my mouth with mints and prayed that the minty smell remained.

The date itself was amazing. We went on a picnic and the boy's name was Marvin. We walked and talked and just like any other perfect date he kissed me. But it turned into more than just a simple peck on the lips. We were full on snogging and I was pressed up against his car while he basically cupped my ass. I was completely content until I saw lights. Flashing lights. It took me about three seconds to realise that Marvin wasn't kissing me anymore and there were people surrounding me taking pictures of me in my flustered state. It wasn't that that broke my heart. It was Danielle stood scowling in the front spitting words of venom at me,

"You filthy, little slut."

"I knew I shouldn't have become your friend."

"You're disgusting!"

It will forever haunt me to know what Stan had told me but I couldn't help but blame myself. I know I trust too easily and I know that I shouldn't. I just can't help it, the thought of someone actually liking me sends me over the edge and I forget about common sense.

So just remember kids, never trust anyone because you will get hurt.

Headlights flash and it brings me to a momentary time lapse where I'm Louis and I'm being photographed by multiple people without knowing what to do. The car stops next to me and I stare at it, waiting. The window rolls down to reveal the very last person I ever expected to see; ever. Lottie. Louis' sister.

"Hop in, Harry."

So I did.

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