Another knock was at the door. Leah looked at me.
"Were you expecting anyone else?" She asked. I shook my head.
"Who is it?" I asked in a shaky voice.
"Perrie," she replied.
"Come in," I said motioning Leah to open the door. When Perrie saw me she rushed to my side.
"My god Elle," Perrie said sitting next to Leah. "What happened to you. You don't look like you took your makeup off last nigh." Perrie held a tiny mirror to my face. My mascara was running down my pail cheeks and my eyeliner was all over.
"I don't care. There's no one to impress any more. No one who relies on me anymore. They all left me here," I stated berrying my face in my pillow.
"Nope, no. Just no. You're getting up and getting up and you're going to show Harry he means nothing," Perrie said running to my bathroom, then my closet. She ran back in the living room with a sparkly black crop-top/tank top that was long in the back, bleached out short shorts that were ripped at the front, black high-tops, and my make up bag.
I went in my room and put on the clothes Perrie picked out. My stomach was surprisingly flat considering I should have stretch marks. I walked back out and let the girls pretty me up. Leah washed my face, Perrie put foundation, concealer, nude lipstick, mascara, and winged eyeliner on my washed out face.
"Stunning," Leah smiled while holding I mirror up.
"It's a sunny day in London and that rarely ever happens. I think we should go and enjoy it," Perrie said handing me my bag.
"I-I...umm..." I said bitting my lip. "I don't know."
"You're coming with us. Staying home and sobbing all day isn't an option. We're going out!" Leah demanded. I got in her car without further questioning. She drove down a road I'd seen before. Anne lived down this road. I knew right then what they were going.