I looked my self in the mirror for the last time before I went to
school. I was wearing a black and white polka dotted summer dress with
a black blazer and my usual black Toms. My natural blonde hair, which
was way different from the one of brunette girls who intentionally
bleached their hair in an effort to look naturally blonde, was
casually pulled up in a ponytail.
My make-up, which was minimal, consisted on black eyeliner in my amber
eyes and a small amount of mascara coating my eyelashes.
I grabbed my bag from the floor and took my phone from a table next to
the door in my bedroom. I said bye to my brother Mason as I opened
the front door of my house and then began alone the ten minute walk
that took me to my school.
You could see me as the classy, preppy girl who is always surrounded
by a great number of people. Well I'm exactly the opposite of that. My
only true friend in the school is Louis Tomlinson. We live next to
each other and I met him when I was five years old; since then, we
have been inseparable.
And then came his girlfriend Chloe. They had been together for almost
two years, and since they began dating, she was always with us. In this
time, I had become really close to her and we shared almost every
secret or gossip we heard in school, well except what had happened one
year ago.
I heard someone screaming my name when I was about to turn around the
corner of the school. Shit, Louis. I stopped and turned in my heels to
look at Louis, who was about two meters from me.
"Someone's looking good today." He said as he winked his eye at me.
I felt my cheeks flushing red as I blushed and lowered my look to the
floor.
"Thanks." I muttered as I smiled to him.
"Are you still going to Ashley's party tomorrow?" He asked as he
casually placed his arm on top of my shoulders.
Ashley was probably one of the most popular girls in our grade. Every
year, she would give a party at the end of the school year. And every
year since we were in high school, Louis and I went, both of us not
knowing why did she even bothered to invite us.
"I'm probably not going. It's just going to be a bunch of drunken guys
and sluty girls, the usual." I said as I shrugged my shoulders under
the weight of Louis's arm.
"Come on, it's going to be fun. Besides, you'll go with me." He said
with a cheeky smile.
"I don't know." I said, sighting loudly.
"Come on Beck, you know you want to. And you know who will also go."
His words left me thinking for a couple seconds.
"Okay, I'll go." I said surrendering.
We were now entering the doors of the school as we headed to our
lockers, when someone suddenly shoved me into a line of lockers to my
right.
"What the…" I said as I stood up slowly from the floor, ignoring the
hand Louis was offering me
"Sorry." I heard a curly boy say to me as soon as I stood up.
Harry Styles. As the most popular guy in the whole school, he was
never alone. His friends Liam and Zayn were standing behind him, and
the looked at me and Louis the way they always did, as if we were less
than them. Every girl would kill to be with him, including me.
"It's ok." I murmured through gritted teeth.
"You are Rebecca, from history. Am I right?" He said as soon as I was
looking at him.
"Yes." I said as I began to walk away.
"Wait, are you going to Ashley's party tomorrow?" As he said this, I
spun around to look again at him.
"Yeah, why?" I didn't cared if he noticed the confused note in my voice.
"See you there." He said turning around, but before winking his eye at
me.
After he was gone, I just stood there motionless. My mind was still
going through what had just happened and it wasn't until Louis snapped
his fingers in front of my face, that I realized I was still in the
school.
"Hello, earth to Rebecca." He said to me, my eyes posing on his face.
"Stop doing that Louis. I'm still here, happy?" I replied as I began
walking to the door of my locker.
I opened it and began to take the things I was going to need for the
first period classes and when I closed the door, I faced an awaiting
Louis.
"What the hell happened there?" He asked his look of mere confusion.
"I think Harry Styles just told me to meet him in tomorrow's party." I
said, not yet believing what I was saying.
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The last class on Friday afternoon seemed to last forever. I couldn't
pay attention to anything the teacher was saying; definitely this was
the worst moment for math class.
In less than six hours I'll be partying with Harry Styles. All I could
think about was getting ready for the party and the image of Harry's
gorgeous face didn't left my mind once.
As soon as the bell rang, I cleared up my desk and stood up quickly.
As I began to walk to the door of the class, I felt a hand grabbing my
wrist. I turned around to see Louis with a confused look in his face.
"Why are you in such a rush?" He said as we walked out the classroom.
"I need to get ready for the party." I said as we went to our lockers.
I began to empty my bag and took the homework teachers had left for us
to do over the weekend. When I closed the door, Louis began to talk
again.
"But it is like in five hours." He said with a confused look in his
face.
"In six, and I need a lot of time to get ready." I said, thinking what
I was going to wear, how would I do my hair, and which make up would I
use.
"And it's all because Harry told you to see him there." He ended this
rolling his eyes.
"No…it's just because I…" I couldn't say anything more, and I felt
my cheeks hot as they turned bright red.
"See, I told you. Be careful Becks, I don't want anything bad
happening to you, like the last time." I heard his voice falter as he
said the last part.
My mind began to rush through random events, most of them painful. My
eyes began to fill with tears as I began to remember what happened
last year. I swallowed hard, preventing the tears that were
threatening in my eyes to fall down my cheeks.
"Sorry, I didn't wanted to make you feel like that." He said as he
kissed softly my cheek.
"It's ok; it doesn't hurt that much now." We were now walking back to
our houses.
When we arrived, I said I needed to go and Louis just laughed at 'how
slow I was at getting ready.', or at least that was what I heard.
No one was home when I opened the door, something I was used to at
this point. So instead of staying downstairs staring at my empty
house, I went to my bedroom to get ready.
As I was striping off my clothes to get in the hot shower awaiting me,
I couldn't help to notice the big brown lines that were still on my
right leg. Although I tried to forget what happened that night one
year ago, I had this 'reminder' and I saw it every time my legs were
bare. Because of this, I hated being in a swimming suit, I hated going
to the beach, and the only one who knew this was Louis. He was the
only one who knew that I had tried to kill myself.
I felt the hot water running down my back and soaking wet my hair.
When I finally went out of the shower, I tied my wet hair in a messy
bun. With the towel still wrapped around my thin frame, I walked to my
bedroom and closed the curtains, just in case. Going directly to my
closet, I took out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black sweats.
After I was dressed, I began to look for the clothes I'll be wearing
tonight.
After a couple minutes of looking through the clothes in my closet, I
found a strapless pink summer dress with a braided belt on my waist,
with a pair of brown gladiator sandals, it defiantly said summer.
Once I was dressed, I went back to the bathroom, and began to make my
hair. It was now almost dry and naturally wavy. So instead of
flattening it with the iron, I decided to let it dry as the night went
on. It was now six in the afternoon and the party was three hours
away. My hair was combed sideways and decided to wear a braided
headband that was similar to the belt in the dress. I ended up with
minimal make-up, as usual, and added a tiny bit more of pink lip-gloss.
I grabbed my purse from a hook in the furthest wall of my room and
looked at my reflection before taking the last glance at my bedroom.
The white walls were covered with white fairy lights and my bed, that
was in the middle of the room, had purple veil hanging from the wall
behind it.
The bed was big, queen size, and had a light purple comforter with
lots of coushins. On the opposite side of the room, there was a big
window with a place where I could seat, the best reading spot in the
house. I could also go out to the roof, and I usually sat there to
think in starry nights.
When I was about to go out and to Louis's house, my phone began to
vibrate inside my small brown purse. I took it out and answered, not
even looking at who was calling.
"Hey R, its Chloe." I heard her voice at the other end of the line.
"Hey C, how you doing?" I asked as I sat on a small bench in the porch
of my house.
"Actually not so good. Things are pretty messed at my house and I
can't really get ready for the party." She whispered, as if she didn't
wanted to be heard.
Her mother was never at her house and when she was there, she was
drunk and stuff. So things in her house were always hard, her father
being the one who kept things 'normal' in their house.
"So…" I said in order for her to continue talking.
"I wanted to ask you if I could get ready in your house?" I could even
imagine her doing her puppy face as she said this.
"Ok, come here babes. And don't bother bringing your stuff, you can
use my clothes and I have make-up here." I said as I re-entered my
house.
"So I'll be there in uhm, ten minutes." She said and I heard a couple
doors being opened and closed at the other end of the line.
"See you then." I hung up the phone and went back upstairs.
As soon as I entered my bedroom, I headed to my closet and took out
every dress I could find, so that Chloe had from where to chose. I
also took all sorts of shoes, knowing she was my same size, and
guessing she would go for a pair of high heels.
As I was setting on my desk the last things for her to do her hair and
makeup, I heard a knock on the front door and ran down the stairs as
fast as my body would let me. I opened the door and was greeted by a
smiling Chloe and immediately pulled her into a hug.
"You know you act like a small girl sometimes Becky?" She said as she
walked in and I closed the door.
"Why do you say that?" I said pouting and making a sad face.
"Don't you see yourself sometimes? You act like a four year old," She
said and stopped as she saw the frown forming on my face. "But I love
it." She finished and a huge smile spread across my face.
"Come on, you've got to get ready." I said giggling, as I pulled her
up the stairs and into my bedroom.
"Ok, it's time for you to work your magic on me." She said as she
entered my room.
She immediately looked to the bed covered in dresses and her eyes fixed
on a purple floral flowy dress that was gathered delicately at the
waist.
"You know you can wear that I you want." I said as I walked towards
the bed and took the dress handing it to her.
"Are you sure?" Her faces unsure of whether take it or not.
"You know what they say, what is mine is yours." I said as I giggled
softly.
"Ok, I'll wear it." As she finished the sentence, she took the dress
from my hands and went to the en-suite bathroom in my bedroom.
She came out after a couple minutes later and I was totally
speechless. She looked flawless in that dress and I knew which shoes
would look awesome with it.
"You look gorgeous in that dress." I said as I ran towards her.
"Do you really think so?" She said as she looked herself in the full
length mirror across the room.
"Yes, and I think I know the perfect shoes for the perfect dress." As
I said this, I bent down and took a black opened at the tips heels.
She was the one who ran towards me this time and hugged me. "Thank you
a thousand times." She whispered softy in my right ear.
The shoes were left aside until when we were leaving and we passed to
the desk, sitting her on the chair and me standing on front of her as I
began to do her makeup.
"What the hell are you doing to my face?" She said as I told her to
close her eyes.
"Don't worry, you'll look awesome when I finish." I said as I began.
Chloe had honey eyes and really pale skin. I began to apply light
purple eye shadow on her eyelids and as soon as I was done with this I
told her to open her eyes to apply black eyeliner. Finally, I coated
her eyelashes with mascara and told her to look herself at the mirror.
She gasped softly and I laughed at her reaction. I had actually
haven't done much and yet she was looking gorgeous.
"Well, now how do you want your hair?" I asked sweetly. Her hair was
light brown colored and somehow wavy.
"Why don't I wear it straight?" She asked as she looked towards the
flattening iron set on the desk.
"Straight shall it be." I said plugging it and waiting for the iron to
warm up.
I combed her now straight hair sideways and we were done.
"Voila. I'm done with you. Now let's get going." I said as I took my
purse once again from my bed and waited for Chloe to put on her heels.
We were out of my house and in Louis's house in a matter of seconds
and as we were there, I knocked softly the wood door.
"I'm coming" We heard him shout from inside the house.
But before he came, the door was opened by an eight year old girl.
"Becky!" She shouted as she began to jump up and down. I bend down to
her height and poked her softly in the stomach, causing laughter to
come out from her mouth.
"Is this Lottie that I am seeing?" I said as we began to play how we
usually did.
"Yes you are." She replied between giggles.
"Then why is there a small girl standing on front of me? I don't
remember her being so tiny?" I said as she looked at me with her eyes
shinning beautifully.
"Because it is me!" She hugged me and I hugged her back.
"I know it is you." I stood up, still carrying Lottie in my embrace.
"Can I tell you something?" He whispered softly into my ear.
"Go on, tell me." I said as a smile spread across my face.
"You look beautiful." She said and I could tell she was smiling by the
way she talked.
"Thank you." As I said this, I saw Chloe blushing at something Louis
had told her.
Then they hugged and kissed and I could feel my vision blurring by
the tears forming in my eyes. I swallowed hard and stopped the tears
from pouring in my cheeks. Every time I saw them together, I wished
someone loved me the way they loved each other. I bet Lottie noticed
something was wrong with me, because I heard her whisper in my ear once
again.
"What is wrong Becky?" Her tiny voice had a note of worry in it as she
talked.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I said as I faked a smile and walked towards them.
"Well, I think we should go now. Ashley lives a good thirty minutes
from here and I don't want to arrive late." Said Louis as he began to
walk towards the door.
We were now sitting in his car and heading towards Ashley's house. And
being honest, I didn't knew what to expect from it, all I knew was
that Harry Styles had told me to see him there.
My mind drifted off, and the next thing I saw through the window of the
car, was her house. It was really big and you could see people coming
in and out from it.
I got of from the car and began to walk towards it, Louis and Chloe
close to my back. As soon as we got inside, I got hit by a wave of
heat and music, mixed with the smell of alcohol.
Five minutes later, I felt someone grabbing my wrist as I was heading
for a drink. I turned around to see him smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"So you decided to come." He said as he pulled me to the living room
of the house, where everyone was dancing.
"I wouldn't have left you here waiting here Harry." I answered as we
began to dance.