мαsкєd- Sequel to Love Me Or Not?

Alex's life has been pretty calm since her parents are in jail. She has friends and a nice house, but when she is forced to move to London, her life is flipped upside-down once again.


3. The Real Alex--- Alex

     I took a deep breath, waiting in the foyer for Drake to come so I could prove that I wasnt lying. I really hated him knowing. He might even get to see the Alex that I have worked so hard to mask. I tried to hide her from the world, but deep down I knew she was still there and she still had feelings for Harry and Niall. I hid her with the new, stronger Alex, who didnt think about the boys or her childhood. I sat on the black velvet bench placed near the front door, running my hand across the silver metalic arm rest. My head jerked up when I heard the door knocker on the door. I rushed over and opened it to Drake.

     "Hey." He said, smiling.

     "Hey.." I sighed, letting him in, closing the door behind him, and leading him up to my room. He took a seat on one of the beanbag chairs in the corner of my room by the TV. I walked over to my bookshelf, moving aside the pictures and taking the delacate box in my hands, once again. I felt a pang in my heart, missing the boys. I sat down silently across from Drake on the floor. I avoided all eye contact, unclasping the lid and carefully lifting it. I sat for a minute, the old Alex and the boys staring back at me with big smiles. I felt another pang and handed the box of old pictures to Drake, who took it and started to go through the pictures, as I walked over to look at them as well. We kept silent until he picked up one of Harry and I kissing. I blushed, starting to tear up a little. I held the tears back, but he noticed that I was going to cry.

     "Are you ok?" He looked at me and I stared at the floor.

     "Just dandy." I said, blankly.

     "Is this the Niall guy?" He asked, looking at the picture.

     "Harry." I corrected him, my voice cracking a bit.

     "And you still like him?" He asked.

     "Um. The old Alex does." I wiped away the tears that escaped my eyes.

     "The old Alex?" He questioned.

     "The Alex that I hid after I left. I havent always been this confident." I said.

     "Oh. So the new Alex is?" He asked.

     "Yeah." I mumbled. Drake leaned over and wiped my face.

     "Why did you change?" He asked.

     "Because I didnt want to be the girl who dated Harry Styles, or the girl who was abused, or the emo cutter girl, or the weird girl anymore." I whispered.

      "No matter how hard you try to hide it, you will always be that girl, Alex. You are one person. You have one past. You cant change or forget what happened, no matter how hard you try." He whispered.

     "No. Im not the same girl I was back then." I argued.

     "You cant change yourself, Alex. You cant change your past, you cant change what happened, and you cant change how you feel about those boys." He argued back.

     "Why do you care anyway? You thought I was lying in the first place!" I snapped.

     "Because you're my best friend and everybody would think you're lying anyway, Alex." He said coolly.

     "Whatever." I mumbled, wiping my eyes again.

     "Ive never seen you cry." He said.

     "Because I havent cried in front of anybody since I got here. The only other people who have seen me cry recently are the boys." I muttered.

     "See. You still think about them." He teased, elbowing me. However, I didnt find it very funny.

     "Shut it, Drake." I grumbled.

     "Im just kidding!" He laughed, hugging me. I hugged him back.

     "Your so annoying." I stuck my tongue out at him.

     "You love me though!" He pouted.

     "I know." I laughed, no wonder he was my best friend. He was a lot like me.

     "Im sorry I made you prove it to me." He mumbled.

     "Its fine..." I sighed. I heard his phone buz. He grabbed it and read the text, frowning.

     "I have to go. My mom is mad at me... Again." He laughed a little, he was always getting in trouble.

     "Ok, Ill see you at the party." I half smiled. He hugged me and then left, leaving me feeling like the old Alex again. So alone and misunderstood. I let out a deep breath, calming myself down. I picked up the picture of Harry and I, my hand shaking slightly. I stared at it for a few seconds before putting it back into the box. I clasped it shut and put it back behind the pictures. I made sure you couldnt see it at all. I went into the bathroom and fixed the makeup that had smeared due to my tears.

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