False (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Author's Note:

I have recently been getting back into Wattpad and finally updating my long forgotten stories. I have arranged my story into chapters, organizing my story and enhancing the ability to read the story in a more efficient way. I am sorry if there has been any confusion.

On with the chapter..

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“Oh God,” murmured Harry. 

“Harry, you should be good at this!” I exclaimed.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He droned, his expression changing to shocked. I was going to tell him about girls he’s hooked up with and then left in the dust. I sighed.

“Nevermind.”

“But really, what are we going to do about Eleanor?” Niall says. I run my fingers through my hair, closing my eyes.

“Apparently she’s going to confess her love to me. Do I just say that I don’t feel that way?” I wonder.

“Well.. it was completely obvious that you did love her to other people, but we know you didn’t. It’d be a major shock,” Zayn says.

“That’s what Paisely did to me, though,” I said. 

“Touché,” the boys say.

“That’s just what she did. I guess it’s okay to tell Eleanor you don’t love her,” Niall approves.

“And if she asks why?” I continue.

“You’ll know what to say in the moment,” Liam confirms. I nod and get up to give them all a hug.

“Thanks again, you are all the best mates, truly,” I say. 

“No problem,” Harry says. We file off into our bedrooms. The long conversation and thinking had exhausted me. I laid quietly in my bunkbed with Harry and on the other side of the room Liam and Niall. Zayn had slept in the pullout bed on the bottom of the bunkbed. We had lived in a flat, and it had to be compact.

I sighed and rolled onto my face into my pillow.

I wish Paisely had loved me like I thought she did. If I could ask for one thing that would be it. I didn’t want this to be confusing. I was supposed to confess my love and it’d be perfect between us. But now there was the empty, untouchable space and it was awkward. And I knew she would act as if nothing happened but I knew deep inside that I never could. I loved her and nothing could change that.

I fell asleep to the image of Paisely’s breathtaking face, burned into my memory.

Paisely POV:

I woke up and took a deep breath in. I had my hair flipped to one side and my makeup was smeared a little underneath my eyes. I looked extremely tired and grunge looking. 

I smelled the bleach white fabric, intaking my fabric softeners’ scent. I winced as my waist rubbed against the mattress. 

I slowly stood up and went into the bathroom. I ran the water for a minute and stared into the mirror, taking deep breaths. I looked tired, scared. I looked scarred and sick. My expression was unreadable.

I splashed water on my face and cleansed it. I brushed my teeth and moisturized my face. I put on some lip balm. I grabbed my makeup bag and put on concealer underneath my eyes, powder, and filled in my brows extra thick. I curled my eyelashes and walked out of my bathroom. I jumped immediately and screamed as I saw Louis in my kitchen.