Dressing Up or Dressing Down? (One Direction/Lou Teasdale)

Melody is just an ordinary girl, or so she hopes. Her dream is to become a stylist, but after a traumatic experience it was locked in her inner closet. What will happen when she moves to London to be mentored by the famous Lou Teasdale, her idol? What will become of her when she meets the five lads everyone wants to meet? No one knows, except Fate.

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4. Broken Promises

Where am I? What happened? All these questions and more were going through my head.

I opened my eyes just to close them again. The bright light coming in through the balcony windows were hurting my head. I reopened my eyes and saw no other than Harry lying next to me on my huge cloud. He was trying to keep his distance, but was struggling. I could see his eyebrows were furrowed. He really cares about me? Why? I’m like a little sister to him. He abruptly opened his eyes and caught me staring. His eyes weren't their normal clear emerald green, they were murky, dark.

“Melody?” he asked concerned.

“Mmm?” I murmured.

“What happened in the kitchen?” he asked still lying down his eyes staring into my soul.

“I don’t know, Harry.” I knew perfectly well what happened, but I didn’t want to tell him about my sixth sense. Not even my parents or grandparents knew about it.

“But it wasn’t a joke, right?” he asked seriously.

“I couldn’t fake anything like that even if I wanted to.” I whispered. My hand went to find my necklace around my neck, but it wasn’t there. I sat up abruptly and I could feel the tears grow and roll out of my eyes.

“Melody, what’s wrong?” he asked sitting up next to me.

“My necklace, where is it?” I answered his question with one of my own.

“I think its still in the kitchen. I’ll go get it for you.” He said standing up and jogging downstairs. I felt myself break down. How will I ever cope with all of this? They were gone for so long; maybe it was because I wasn’t wearing my necklace. Maybe somehow mum and dad protected me from these things without them realising it. Pink diamonds are known for their spiritual qualities. Maybe...

I fell back on the bed and just let the tears roll out. Harry was already at the top of the stairs and I could hear him walking to my room. I turned my back to the door and stared out of the window.

“Uhm, I found it. Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked sitting back down.

“Yeah, I guess so. Can you help me put it on please?” I asked in the softest voice that I almost didn’t recognise myself.

“Yes, of course.” He said holding it up in the light. The diamond sent little sparks of rainbow light all over his face. Wow, Twilight much? But it did make him look incredibly beautiful. I lifted my hair out of the way and turned my back to him. I saw the pink heart coming down and was instantly back at peace. I felt his hand graze the back of my neck as he clasped it into place. It instantly gave me goosebumps.

“You didn’t happen to find a charm bracelet with it?” I asked as I let my hair back down.

“Yeah, I did. Give me your hand.” He said extending his hand. I looked at him unsure, but gave in. The bracelet was in place within seconds and I felt as ease. “Who gave them to you?” he asked looking at the bracelet and then at me.

“My grandparents gave me the bracelet before I left yesterday morning and the necklace, well, uhm, my parents gave it to me before…” I trailed off. I couldn’t tell  him just yet.

“Before what?” he asked looking at me with those dark eyes again. I just shook my head as the tears sprung from my eyes again. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. Everything will be fine.” He pulled me onto his lap again and stroked my hair. I stuck my head in the crook of his neck and just let it all out. I probably ruined his shirt, but I clutched him closer to me as I began to shake. “I’m here. I won’t leave you and I certainly won’t hurt you either.” He promised as he lied down and just held me in his arms as I calmed down a little bit. It felt so right, but so wrong at the same time.

“Where are the others?” I asked through my crying.

“They went to get your supplies. It’s only us. Lou is out with Lux.” He whispered. Oh even worse.

“I’m going downstairs.” I said as I got up and wiped my face.

“I’m coming with you.” He said getting up from my bed. I grabbed a pillow and my fuzzy purple blanket from my closet. He gave me a weird look, something I didn’t know. I trudged down the stairs with Harry trailing behind me.

I placed the pillow at the end of the couch and lied down with my blanket covering my every inch. I sat up again rummaging through my bag that was still down here for a hair tie. I found it and immediately started brushing my hair. It took almost 10 minutes, because of the length. I noticed Harry wasn’t here.

“Harry?” I asked.

No answer.

“Harry this isn’t funny.”

Still no answer.

I got of the couch and went to the kitchen were I saw him disappear into. Nobody in there. I went back to the couch and found my phone on the coffee table. I searched through my contacts and called him.

“Come on, pick up.” I said to the ringing.

“Hello?” he left me. He said he wouldn’t, but he did.

“Where did you go?” I asked. I wasn’t mad or anything, a little disappointed maybe.

“God! I’m so stupid! I got an emergency call. I had to leave. Melody, I’m so sorry.” Well, that’s just peachy.

“Its fine, Harry. I understand, you didn’t want to deal with a crying child.” I said in a small voice on the brink of tears again.

“No, no, no. It’s not like that. Wait, child? What do you mean?” he asked confused. Oh yeah he doesn’t know.

“Nothing. I understand you had places to be. Goodbye, Harry.” I hung up not waiting for an answer. These were the times when I would put my nose in my books and study or do some extra work, but that was over now. I went upstairs and grabbed my Shakespeare textbook and a notebook. I went back to the couch and started to summarise A Midsummer Nights’ Dream. After about 4 acts, I was so sleepy. I left the textbook open and placed it on the floor along with the notebook that was almost full of notes. Let’s just say I like to make a lot of notes. I turned around facing the back of the couch and curled into my blanket. I fell asleep, but it was everything but peaceful. The scene in the kitchen kept replaying in my dreams. I had a rude awakening and by that I mean I fell off the couch.

“Mother fucker.” I cursed in no mood to be up already.

“Whoa, you shouldn’t curse like that when Harry is around.” I heard the Irish accent.

“For god’s sake, Niall. What are you doing here?” I said getting off the floor and laying back down on the coach not facing him.

“Dropping off your supplies and checking on you.” He said.

“Oh, thanks for caring, but you can go now.” I said, maybe a bit harsh, but I really didn’t want to see any body right now.

“Okay, but you should really lock your door.” He said getting up and leaving. I heard the door open and close, and then I was alone again. I know he’s right, but I’m way too lazy. I’m not sleepy any more, but I know what can change that. I picked up my books again and began making some more notes. 2 hours later I finished the whole play and I was tired again. I checked my phone and I had 12 missed calls and 24 new messages, probably all from Harry. I started scrolling through the messages. Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, more Harry, Lou…

From: Lou

Hey do you want to come over? I baked short bread cookies!

I have a feeling something’s wrong.

I picked up my camera and phone and headed towards her house. This garden was beautiful even at night. I came to the front door and it was open. I heard very familiar voices and my heart sank into my shoes. I just stood there and listened.

“What were you thinking? Leaving her to go on some lunch date?” that was Lou.

“I’m sorry! How many times do I have to say it?” Harry definitely.

“I’m telling you, you should’ve seen the amount of notes she made about that play and she was only 4 acts in.” Niall. He saw my notes.

“She only does that when she’s sad or depressed.” Only Liam knew that.

“How do you know that?” that was carrot man.

“She told me so yesterday.” Liam again. I couldn’t stand there anymore and have them talk about me like this. I turned around and slammed the door as loud as I could. I was halfway down the path when I heard them calling after me. I came to a spot in the garden that they wouldn’t be able to find me at. There was a small bench in front of a pond. I could see the two khoi fish. One was white and the other was almost pitch black. They were swimming around each other. I take it they were mates. I sat there hoping they wouldn’t find me. I heard some of the yells coming closer to me. I stood up and turned to walk deeper into the darkness when a hand caught my wrist. I turned around, but I couldn’t see who it was. I knew it was one of the boys though.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t run away or do something stupid.” I said trying to pull my wrist free, but I was unsuccessful.

“I know you won’t, but just promise me, you’ll talk to Lou about this.” It was Liam.

“I was about to, when I heard you talking about me. I just got a bit mad, I guess and I don’t know why.” I said. I was pulled into a hug, a tight one at that. “Can I go now?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll tell them I found you asleep on the couch were Niall left you.” He said.

“Thank you, Liam.”

“No problem.” And just like that I walked into the secluded part of the garden and sat underneath a huge old weeping willow tree. I always feel drawn to willows. They just feel so magical. I heard the yelling die down. They must’ve stopped looking. I checked the time. 3 am. I stood up and started walking down the path to my house again. My ‘classes’ started in 4 weeks so I have a lot of time to waste and I wasn’t planning on doing so by being stuck in my flat the whole time. I got back and went straight to my cloud. I changed into my pyjamas and fell face first on my bed. I groaned as I turned and got under the covers. Heaven. I fell asleep thinking about my parents and our time we spent in South Africa. This time I slept like a rock.

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