Torn - A Zayn, Harry and Barbra triangle

Barbra Palvin is your average nobody. She's ever been noticed and she hasn't expected to, but when brothers Zayn and Harry move to town, she's swept off her feet by one and then the other. The only problem is, Zayn is out of control and Harry has a wild temper, so the competition for her love isn't a journey that's going to be easy. With her heart on the line, she decides it's time to step up and out of her shell.


3. Normal? What's that?

Barbra's P.O.V*

Sheriff Williams was wearing his usual brown uniform, his black hair, which was normally composed, was now shaggy and messy, like he'd been up for several days. I wouldn't doubt it. Him and my father have known each other since they were about 5. I crossed my arms, hugging myself as I braced for whatever news he'd tell me. His green eyes landed on mine and I sighed, looking away, tears welling up. "W-what? Tell me before I break down, Mr. Williams," I begged. 

Emily was by my side, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and the front of my stomach. She leaned her head against mine and I stared at the Sheriff. He ran a hand through his hair and gave a small smile. "We found him," He said quietly. 

My heart dropped and a breath of fresh air swept through me. "What?! That's wonderful.. where is he?!" 

"He uh.. You might want to sit down," He instructed.

I turned and walked to the couch, the realization that Harry and Zayn were still here hit me, but not hard enough that I would care to make them leave. I was too busy prepping myself for what I was going to hear. Emily sat beside me and Sheriff Williams didn't sit. He stood over me like a tower, his words slowly creeping out. 

"Barbra, he wasn't on a binge," Sheriff Williams begins. "We found him at a hotel in a town he doesn't want us to disclose."

"What? I mean.. You can tell me, right? I'm his daughter." His face was emotionless. "He doesn't want you to tell me?"

"That's the thing, Barbie," He said quietly, his hand falling on my shoulder. "He wasn't on a binge, he was leaving you. He doesn't want to be here."

The words slapped me in the face and I couldn't react. It was a few minutes before I broke the silence in the room. "Isn't that Child abandonment?"

"You're 18 in two weeks," He said. "You have a job, and he doesn't. You're basically considered an adult, barbie. There isn't much we can do." 

I nodded. I wouldn't cry. If he thinks I don't deserve him, he doesn't deserve my tears. I stood, composing myself. I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail and extended my hand to the Sheriff. "Well," I said. "Thank you." 

He shook my hand, shocked as I led him to the door. I smiled, and waved as he walked to his patrol car, looking back several times, the same shocked expression on his face. 


I walked back to the group of three and smiled. "So? See ya'll at school tomorrow." They all looked at me as if I'd cracked out of the nutshell. I raised an eyebrow. "Want me to break down crying? Go home. I'll see you all tomorrow. I'm fine." I ensured them as they stood and in a straight line, filed out the door. Em waited behind to hug me tightly. 

"Love you, Bee," She said. 

"Love you too, Emmie. See ya later," I smiled. After they left, the emptiness of my fa- I mean.. My 3 bedroom house hit me and I sighed, walking to the kitchen. I might as well start dinner. 





The next day at school, everyone's eyes were watching me. They had undoubtedly heard. I ignored the stares of pity and the jokes made under several poorly-packed-self-esteem girls and a few guys, and smiled when I seen Emily waiting at my locker. "Hey," I said, putting in my lock code.

"You don't care?" She whispered, leaning towards me.


"Everyone knows. Someone said something, I think it was Heeley Williams." She was the sheriff's daughter, and she often peeked into all of his cases, then later ran to school to brag about them, and on several occasions, almost lost her father his job. Not that she cared, so long as she was center of attention. "Speak of the devil," Emily cleared her throat, causing me to snap out of my disgusted thoughts surrounded by Heeley. 

"Oh, Hey there Barbra," She cooed, fake sympathetic.

"Hi Heeley," I said, not taking my eyes off my locker. Emily had pulled out her phone and was ignoring the blonde girl completely. 

"So, I heard about your dad.." She smirked. 

"Yeah, so?" I asked flatly. 

"So, doesn't it hurt? Knowing your own drunken father ran away from you? He doesn't even love you," She giggled.

I turned, my eyes sharp, landing on her. She froze at my cold stare. "Really Heeley? I'm not in the mood for your shit, so if you want to be that cliche, bitch who bullies everyone because her self esteem is so low that she doesn't want anyone else feeling better than her, fine. That's cool. It sucks you can't look in the mirror without feeling fat, but don't take your shit out on me." I took a short breath and slammed my locker, causing her and her friends to flinch. "So what if my dad left me. His loss. Your mom left you, which is why I won't blame you for how FUCKED UP you turned out, no matter how great of a guy your dad is, even though you don't appreciate it, because you try to make him loose his job by creeping through his PRIVATE files and telling people. You're a selfish, pathetic, rude, attention seeking asshole. I don't know how you have friends. I'm glad I'm not one, anymore," I growled, walking away and Emily flipped them off, following. 


"Dude," Emily beamed. "I thought monologues like that only happened in movies, or really cheesy plays." 

"She pisses me off," I stated simply. 





By lunch, the news of my blow up on Heeley had practically been front page on the school paper. Several kids gave me highfives, many stayed clear, for fear that I'd broken from the recent events, and two in particular, refused to leave my side. Harry and Zayn. We were now walking to Zayn's car, which Emily was already standing by with her boyfriend Shane. He was a tall, lanky guy with brown hair and beautiful blue-grey eyes. I smiled, giving a small wave at the ivory skinned guy and Emily, her pretty brunette hair in a messy bun on the crown of her hair. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that gave emphasis to her massive d-cups, which both Zayn and Harry had noticed, to my dismay, and a pair of tight blue skinny jeans with black flats.  "Hey," Zayn smirked at her, and Shane glared at him. Emily shimmied behind him, squeezing his hand and I rubbed my neck. The three boys all had their eyes on Emily. Why couldn't I be attractive? I thought. 


After I'd gotten home, I shuffled up to my room, angry that I'd left 'beautiful Emily' with three hot guys for the rest of the afternoon. I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked plain, my brown hair messy and tangled in thick curls. I frowned. My father hadn't ever let me wear makeup, or own a brush. Or a curling iron. Or a flat iron. or anything fun. Besides a phone. I grabbed my bag and smiled. I could go get all of these things now. He was gone. I'm free. 

I ran outside, locking the door and getting into my car. Macy's had a collection of everything, and I grabbed it all. Over $1,000 of my savings on makeup, a new wardrobe, a flat iron, home decor, jackets, etc. It was all mine and my father couldn't filter it. 


When I got home, I emptied the contents of the bags on the living room floor, putting away most things but leaving the makeup. I began applying it and to my surprise, I was natural at it. I straightened my hair and ran to the bathroom. I looked like a completely different person, except for, yanno, my face shape, hair color, and everything other than the style of my hair and the thin line of eyeliner and mascara. 

I was almost pretty. 


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