One Of Them Plastics (One Direction)

Chapter 16

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Recap

"The hell are you doing?" I asked, stepping in.

I looked down the hall and saw the door to Liz's room was open.

"What the hell were you looking at these for?" I snapped, snatching them away.

Our eyes met and he opens his mouth to talk but no sound came out.

"Get the fuck out. If my parents find out you were here and we're going through Elizabeth's stuff, there'll be a shitstorm."

He seemed to have snapped out of it and finally said something.

"You have purple eyes."

I didn't say anything for a moment. I was doing my breathing exercise.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

"I amaware of that Niall. Now if you haven't realized the severity of the situation, I need you to leave, now."

He has one last look at the pictures before he mumbled, "Nice room" and left. I sighed of relief but then realized I would have to go into Elizabeth's room to make sure nothing was out of place.

Before I got started on that, I walked over to my desk where some of my baby pictures were.

Alexia stood behind me.

"You were one cute baby."she said, and you could hear the smile in her voice.

"Vivianne put him in the house."

"What?"

"Viv came and I guess she saw him outside so she said she was being a good friend and put him inside the house."

"Well he's outside now, all you have to do is make sure nothing is out of place in her room."

"Yeah.... yeah I guess."

I slowly made my way over to Elizabeth's room down the hall. I stopped outside the open door and took a deep breath. I took a step in and immediately a wage of grief came washing over me. All the happy memories, all the fights, all the bad times, I would give anything to have them back.

I first noticed that there was a crease in her covers, a sign that someone sat there recently.

He was on her bed. He sat on her bed.

The grief that i had initially felt gave way to fury. NObody could touch Liz's stuff.

Especially not a stranger.

But it did look like Liz was just recently here, with her bed with a dent in it and her desk rummaged through.

It seems Niall has a little fetish with photos, because even the photo album of me and Elizabeth was opened and looked through.

The page it was left on was of me on my fourteenth birthday. I was still chubby, and my parents were happy. They loved me. They didn't blame me for anything. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and it landed on Liz's face, the water making the image waver.

I heard the door open downstairs.

"Hello, Alexia." I heard my mother say.

Shit.

I quickly wiped my cheeks and closed the album, and smoothed the covers. I ran out of the room and closed the door, making it to my room just as my parents came upstairs.

I noticed that my diary was lying open on the bed and an audible gasp escaped my lips.

"Something the matter Bianca?" My father said casually leaning against the doorframe, the first time I've seem him in that position for years.

"N-nothing, I just... you surprised me, s'all." I put my robe over the open diary, which I had thrown on the bed earlier.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that your mother and I wish you good luck at your job. We'll be packing."

I swallowed and nodded numbly. As he walked away, I looked at the open page on my diary, and felt my heart sink at the entry that Niall had decided to read.