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.


31. My Life. Gone.

 My head was pounding when I woke up. The sun was hurting my eyes and I swear I could still see sounds. I remembered everything I saw last night. Harry with that blonde girl. I curled up in a ball and just started to cry again. Traces of last night’s makeup was on my pillow and I knew I would be racoonish this morning. I didn’t care anymore. I was broken and I knew it. I finally drowned in this feeling I got. My phone vibrated on my nightstand, it was Louis. I didn’t bother picking up, but it just kept vibrating. The boys were blowing up my phone, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. I got my heart broken. A feeling I’ve never had before. Like the pain could only be taken away with more pain. I trudged over to the bathroom and rummaged through the drawers. I found what I was looking for and sat down in the shower. I stared at the shiny blade in my hand for a long time, tears streaming down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I pulled it across my thigh slowly, making sure not to cut too deep. It stung for a little while, but it was gone too soon. I sat there, the blood trickling down my leg to the floor. Who was I kidding? Harry didn’t love me. I was a game to him. A toy he played with when no one else was available. An ego booster. I made him feel better about himself and that was about it! How could I have been so foolish? And here I was, on the cold hard ground doing something I thought I would never do. I was a pathetic little girl. An attention seeker.

I got up from the floor and rinsed off my legs. I watched the blood disappear into the drain and went to my room. I got dressed and checked my phone. There were a lot of missed calls and texts. There was a knock at my door. When I turned around Harry was standing there.

“What are you doing here?” I asked looking him straight in the eyes.

“Uhm.. I came to apologise. I know you saw me and Savannah last night. You have to understa-”I cut him off, my hand connecting with his cheek. He stared at me wide eyed.

“Get out.” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“Babe, let me explain.”

“Get the fuck out of my house!” I yelled at him. He backed away slowly whispering “Please..”

“I never want to see you again Styles! Never!” I yelled as he retreated down the stairs stunned. And just like that, Harry Styles was officially out of my life.

I slowly slid down the wall I was leaning on and started to cry as the realisation hit me. He was gone.

“Fuck you Harry Styles, fuck you..” I cried into my hands as Harry’s figure retreated into the garden.

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