Rubber Band

“We are all like rubber bands; Everyone is flexible, but there comes a point where we can no longer snap back into place, and we break.” That’s exactly what happened. I stretched myself too far and couldn’t recover. I no longer had the flexibility, the elasticity of a rubber band. I was no longer myself. I was no longer anyone. I simply did not exist anymore. I had snapped. **Don't even think about taking my story** H.S


20. Chapter 18

Louis’s P.O.V


After the talk with Harry last night I decided to go see Melissa in the morning. After getting dressed I got in the car and drove to her house. I rang the doorbell and Chelsea answered the door. She looked off. Maybe nervous? Or scared? What would she be scared of though? She knows me.

“Is your sister here?” I asked smiling. She grimaced and opened the door up more allowing me to step inside.

“She’s up stairs. Be careful.” She warned.

“What? Why” I asked turning from the stairs to her.

“You’ll see” she said walking into the next room.

I jogged up the first flight of stairs and gasped when I got to the bottom of the second set. A smashed guitar lay at my feet. Carefully stepping around it I climbed the stairs only to find even more rubbish strewn all around.

I reached the top of the stairs and was shocked at the sight. It looked like a tornado came through. The TV was smashed, keyboard keys scattered the floor, and everything was broken. I looked to the heap on the bed that was Melissa. Her eyes were open wide, tear stained her face. She held herself tight, just staring at the wall. I moved closer and sat down on the bed beside her. She didn’t look up. On the floor was a note, I picked it up. It was from Shane. I read it and sighed. Rough. Even the little guy knew he wasn’t going to make it. I set it on the bedside table, next to the smashed alarm clock.

“I wish I could comfort you in some way.” I said. Still no response. “Harry is a mess. Just like you. You seem to have something in common.” She looked up. “When you’re upset you both break stuff. Expensive stuff.”

She smiled. “There’s that bit of sunshine I was looking for.” I smiled down at her and moved her hair out of her face.

“Now down to business, you need to talk to Harry.” She groaned. “No, no. listen to me. What you saw was not what happened. He never cheated on you. Our management wanted a certain image of him so they made him go out on a few dates, kiss a few girls, but that was all before we met you. They just happened to publish those pictures now.” I explained.

“Your just covering up for him.” She rolled her eyes.

“No, I’m not. He didn’t treat you very nicely yesterday, but he besides that he did nothing wrong. He owes you an apology, and you him. Because we both know what you said isn’t true. We both know you love him.”

She slowly nodded. Then frowned. “He doesn’t love me. No matter if I apologize or not, he is still the same. And so am I.”


Melissa’s P.O.V


“I don’t think you get it, you changed him Melissa. He wasn’t capable of love until he met you. You gave him life ad meaning. Then you took it all away. We didn’t think it was possible to see him that happy, but you did it. You, not our fans, not singing on stage, you. If anything, you changed him back last night. Don’t ask me to fix this, because I tried to help you, but you screwed up this time. This time it’s on you to fix this.” Louis patted my shoulder and walked away.

Every girl wants to be the girl that changes him. The girl that gets rid of the image others have set. I want to be the girl that changes him. I was the girl that changed him. But I was also the girl that changed him back. Back into the monster he was before. The monster that I feared. That wasn’t what I wanted. Ever. I never wanted to be that girl, the one that ruins it all. The truth is, you can’t change anyone. No matter how hard you try, they will always be stuck in their old ways. Forever. That’s the story of our lives.

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