Underneath / H.S / AU

"I'm broken and all of the pieces of me are scattered. I think you're the only one who can find them and put them back together. And I can do the same for you."

I could see the pain I was causing her but I couldn't help it. If it escalates farther I know that I will ruin her like I do everything else.
If only she could see the tortured man who was terrified of losing her buried underneath the hardened exterior.
Maybe then she would love me.


3. // t h r e e //


One Direction as themselves

Cara Delevingne as Noelle Wynters

Madelaine Petsch as Aubrey Bordeaux 

Dylan Sprayberry as Jaxon Wynters

Lilly Collins as Camilla "Millie" Hinton


            On the walk back to my building, I had the most unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something about that guy just pissed me off entirely. Even though I had only just met him, I know for sure I had no desire to ever experience his company again. Hopefully I never will, he definitely isn't smart enough to get into a university like St. George's but part of me does wonder what he was doing there.


            Before I could ponder it further, I was back in my own little studio apartment around the corner. I sighed as I placed my textbooks on the counter and kicked my shoes off. I unraveled the scarf I had around my neck and tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear and practically screamed when I noticed Aubrey sitting on the sofa, sipping out of a martini glass.


            "Where were you?" she asks nonchalantly, as if her popping into my apartment without my consent is a normal occurring event.


            "Christ, you scared me you little shit," I said half laughing, playfully throwing my scarf at her.


            She ducked, careful to not let her drink spill out of the half-circular shaped glass and pushed the scarf off of her like it was some infectious disease. "What are those?"


            I turned to where she was looking and my stomach nearly dropped when I noticed that it was my textbooks. I gulped hard as I scrambled back over to the table to scoop them up and hide them under my bed. "Oh uh nothing just a few books for my . . . brother. I was going to send them to him," I hope I sounded at least somewhat believable.


            "Your brother, the one that used to supply us pot is studying . . . Respiratory Physiology?" she questioned, standing up from her position on the couch.


            "Yeah . . . uh, it's weird he just like, totally changed his life around. He's actually trying out the whole school thing," I tried to sound convincing. It didn't sound like I was succeeding but depending upon how many drinks Aubrey's had, I might have a chance.


            Besides, it's not like anyone wouldn't believe that Jaxon was trying to do something with his life. On second thought, his antics have gotten worse lately. Last I heard from him he was selling the answer key to the SATs in order to save money to get his own place once he graduates high school. Since I haven't gotten any notice of him from then, I assumed he hasn't gotten caught. 


            I don't blame him for wanting to get out; he may as well be living on his own now. Mom is constantly drunk and there's no one in the house to take care of him with me being a whole country away. I feel bad for abandoning him when Aubrey and I had landed a modeling contract here, but my little brother has learned to take care of himself at the age of five. A horrible fate, but life isn't always fair as I well know.


            "Right . . . well anyway," she downed the rest of the martini, "get out of those hideous clothes and get your sexy face on, we're going clubbing." She stood up and walked to my full length mirror I had against the wall to look at herself up close. She sure looked hot in her hardly-even-covers-her-perfect-ass leather black dress. I hope for her sake that she's wearing underwear. I mean, that was probably a long shot though.


            "Are you implying that my face isn't sexy all the time?" I fake gasped, bending down and stealing the olive from her drink with my teeth.


            "Yeah, yeah, hot stuff. Would you just go put on the outfit I laid out on your bed?" she demanded while fluffing up her freshly curled hair.


            "You went through my things?" I asked, starting to get defensive. I hate when she does that. It's also a major anxiety booster; what if she finds more of my books from University?


            "What's your deal, I've done it a million times," she quipped, chuckling as though we were sisters who shared clothes all the time and it would be weird if we didn't have at least one invasion of privacy per day. This is pretty ironic though, since Aubrey is not the biggest sharer at all.


            I could feel the bile rising in my throat and decided to just get to my bedroom and put on whatever getup she had waiting for me. The sooner we get out of here, the better. I shrugged, letting my shoulders hang and sauntered over to my dinghy little room. I decorated the brick wall that my bed was perched up against with blue Christmas lights, hoping to add some color to the room. It was all monochromatic; white bed, grey rug covering almost the entirety of the wooden floor, gloomy black door. I didn't really think much of it; I'd been living here long enough to not want to move out of my comfort zone but not long enough to completely love it. 


            I surveyed the room and let my eyes linger to the bed, and let's just say I was not expecting what was waiting for me on my duvet. My eyes must have been deceiving me since what I witnessed was a two-piece extremely shiny sequined almost mermaid like material sewn together in the form of booty shorts and a crop top. No, crop top was not even the right description, it was more like a fancy bra that could be worn in public.


            To top it off, Aubrey added a jacket with the sleeves cut out, with cellophane-like plastic as its main feature. Except it was very colorful, psychedelic, even and matched perfectly with the rest of the outfit. As if this wasn't bad enough, she added massive bling with a large chain that would dangle around my neck that said "Baller" on it. I wasn't even sure what message I was supposed to convey with that saying, but I knew if I wanted to get out of this flat, I'd have to put this ridiculous costume on and fast.


            It'll be fine. I'll just think of it as an outfit change at work, something I know I'm good at. After throwing on these raunchy garments, I decided to accessorize a little on my own by choosing some large silver hoops. The booty shorts actually came up high waisted, covering my midriff and belly button but the top barely contained my cleavage. Not like I really had much of a chest anyway, but it wasn't entirely flat. Besides, judging by the tightness of this bandeau, it wasn't going to be coming off any time soon and that was perfectly fine with me.


            After what seemed like an eternity of staring at my new look in the mirror, I emerged from my bedroom. I was greeted with Aubrey who seemed to be engrossed in the latest addition of Cosmopolitan. She was making a disgusted face and pointed to the page she was on with a scornful finger while making eye contact with me.


            "Can you believe this?! This slander, they're saying the only reason I'm still in the running for the next series of Angels is because I 'can't help myself from sleeping with the production manager.' What fu—"


            "Okay! Let's calm down a little bit here," I immediately rushed over and snatched the magazine from her death grip. "Why are you bothering reading this rag? You know we don't even pose for them so that's why they have their heads set on spreading lies." I glanced down at the now ripped picture of Candice Swanepoel on the cover. She looked pained almost, perhaps for having to be practically naked and exposed like that but it all came with the job.


            "Yeah but once we actually are Angels, Cosmo's going to want us," she looked down at her hands, one cradling her third martini and the other fiddling with her manicure. "And you know, the production manager, A.K.A. Liam my new sex buddy will just be all over it!" Her tone became sarcastic and I couldn't help but snicker at the thought; Liam, our gay manager and Aubrey.


             I had to shake my head, sometimes these magazines were so wrong about everything it was almost entertaining to see what new story they would come out with next. Just trying to picture it sent me into an ongoing fit of laughter, I was starting to get a little hot and bothered in my outfit. This reminded me, we should definitely get going.


            I brazenly strolled back over to where Aubrey was sitting on my couch and pried the drinking glass from her shriveled little grip. "Come on, don't we have a club to get to?" I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. 


            Sometimes whenever she read these rude blurbs about herself in the tabloids she sat and contemplated life. She thought that if everyone else thought a certain way of her, then she must be doing something wrong, portraying herself in a way that she shouldn't have. But really, people are going to judge either way so might as well just be yourself anyways.


            "Hell yes woman, you look ravishing!" Aubrey was all compliments now, so I'm assuming her ego is tamed for the night. Thank God, I'm still having anxiety about my textbooks just freely laying around here, just the thought alone was making me sweaty and uncomfortable.


            "So I'm guessing this is another one of your dinghy, bowl of nuts by the bar places again?" I tease while grabbing a sparkly gold clutch to match my straight from the 70's outfit. I realized I'm pretty on edge about this whole night in general. I'm all for going out and having fun but lately I've been way too focused on school and keeping my secret to really let loose and enjoy myself like I used to. 


            Then again, Aubrey doesn't really have the best track record in the world for clubbing. The last place I had been dragged to consisted of dim lighting and unsanitary bathrooms. And while she was having the time of her life sandwiched between two nasty looking gremlins, I mean men, I was seriously contemplating suicide in the bathroom stall. Well, if anything it was definitely an experience but not one that I would like to live all over again.


            "No, this is a high end, just opened up around the block dance party kind of place!" she exclaimed, surprising me instantly. Not quite sure if I believed her since, like I mentioned before, our ideas of fun are two totally different concepts. 


            Though, seeing as I was wearing a vast selection of gaudy bling, I was in no mood to protest. So, I gave her one last pitiful look, picked up my matching gold clutch and motioned to the door.

/an/ ; Noelles Crazy outfit; 

sorry loves, no Harry in this chapter but don't worry he'll be coming back verryyy soon hahah hope you enjoyed let me know by leaving a comment or like :) 

toodles y'all



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