Abditory [H.S]

60

WE'RE AT SIXTY CHAPTERS WTF WTF WTF

TW: BODY IMAGE, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL AND SEXUAL ASSAULT.

Also, the football mentioned in here is the one where they play it w their feet, idk why americans invented some other type of shit (we all know how they just love the spotlight), but yeah, had to clear that off before yall start.

Luella Jones

"I was thinking of wearing this red sweatershirt with a pair of jeans." I hold the sweater up for Liv to see, making her shake her head.

"That's boring, choose something else."

It's a wednesday, and I got the work off after a couple of attempts of convincing Tara to take my place for the day. It's 2pm and I called Liv to come over and choose my outfit with me for Niall's football game. I'm pretty sure she ran over to my house the second I called her; she sounded so excited.

The game is in thirty minutes, and I am yet to choose anything. Everytime I hold something up for her, she disgarees and says it's either too 'normal' or 'boring'.

"Liv, we need to leave, just let me wear these." I push the outfit on the bed for her to see, watching her grimace.

"If you want to impress Harry, the least you could do is go half naked." Liv ramages through my closet, making me crease my eyebrows over her statement.

"If he doesn't like me for who I am, then I don't want him." I cross my arms and lean over my wall, watching her fold back the clothes she doesn't like.

"I mean, true, but we need something sexy to catch him drooling." She points out, holding up a small skirt that's black and has red spots on it, smiling to herself.

"Nah uh, I bought that three years ago and it's extremely small on me. I didn't have the heart to throw it 'cause it was two hundred and five pounds." I catch the skirt she throws at my face, tossing it back in the closet and turning to see Liv frowning.

"Even better! It'd totally fit with the baggy sweater you wanted to wear, c'mon, Luella; work with me here." She glares at me playfully and grabs the skirt again.

I shake my head, not wanting to wear something like that to a football game. Especially at school.

"Just try it on, if it's too small, you'll wear those boring ass jeans of yours." I nod my head as a deal at her words, taking a hold of the outfit all together and running to the bathroom.

The only reason I agreed was because I knew the skirt wasn't gonna fit, but the second I put it on and it isn't actually that bothering, I'm regretting getting out.

I look in the mirror where I can see it basically showing off my hip dips, which, I hate by the way so it only makes me even more insecure on leaving like this. It's also really fucking short and I feel if I sit down my whole ass will be on those cold benches.