you P.O.V.
It was sataday, finally, and my work day was long, and hard, (Haha(;) so I decided to leave early to surprise Harry.I sighed, pulling up in Harry and I’s driveway, then getting out of the car, and walking to the front door. I noticed it was cracked a bit, and that was really weird, he always locks the door.
I carefully walked inside the house, and saw another woman’s clothes scattered everywhere in the living room. Tears blurred my vision, and I carefully, and quietly walked up the stairs, and the bedroom door was cracked open, but I already heard their moans and groans.
I opened the door, and my tears fell. There he was, fucking a girls brains out. She had brown wave hair, then tall lean figure, that he’s always wanted. I accidentally sobbed, and he stopped, and carefully looked over at me.
"Who’s that babe?" The girl underneath him asked, twirling her hair around her finger.
"H- his ex," I mumbled, walking into our bathroom, and slamming the door. I grabbed a duffle bag and stuffed any outfits I could find, along with extra utilities.
I looked at myself in the mirror, “I’m j- just not good e- enough,”
Harry opened the bathroom door, and I didn’t even look at him, I just grabbed my bag, and started to walk out of the door, but he grabbed my arm. “ let me explain,”
"I get it, I’m just not good enough, okay? I got it, point across, just leave me alone," I cried, more tears starting to fall.
I pried my arm from his grip, then ran down the stairs, and out to my car. I got in, and threw my bag in the back, then started my car, just as Harry walked out of the house, crying.
I shook my head, and backed out, then drove off.
~3 Weeks Later~
It had been 3 weeks from that day, and I’ve been a wreck. I’m living with liam, which just so happens to be my best friend.
But, tonight, I decided to get out of the house mabey to a bar??
I walked into the guest bedroom, and grabbed my tight red dress that barely covered my ass, and my 5-inch black stilettos. I laid it out on my bed, and walked into the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, and looked at my reflection, which was awful. My hair was matted, pieces off tissue and food in it. I had dark bags under my eyes and my makeup was smeared from the other day. I cringed, and stripped out of my clothes, then hopped in the shower.
The water felt amazing on my skin, hair, and face. I shaved, everywhere, then washed my hair, body, and face, then got out. I wrapped my hair in a towel, along with my body, then plugged in my blow drier.
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After I finished everything, I put on my outfit for tonight, and I looked more confident than ever and felt more confident . I smirked, then grabbed my silver clutch, then stuffed my phone, and money in it, then walked out of the room. Niall was pigging out on the couch and his eyes went wide at my appearance.
"Do I look okay?"
"Wow, Y/N, you look so confident, bold, beautiful. I’m so happy you’re feeling better," I smiled, and walked over, hugging him tightly.
"I’ll be back later, maybe," I laughed, then walked out of his flat, and I decided to call a taxi. If I get drunk I don’t want my car to be left there overnight.
They got there, momentarily and I got in, then told him where we were going. He nodded, and started driving.
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