Emotionless // harry styles

Chapter 2

My feet pressed against the wooden floors of my room, a towel hung around my body, as I walked toward my bed to gather up the outfit I had chosen for tonight's presentations. Yes, I was going to sing. It wouldn't change anything, parents still wouldn't want to adopt me for me, that was obvious. Whether I could sing or not wouldn't change the fact that I have a 'shit' personality, or rather none at all. I groaned inwardly and picked up the dress from the bed. It was sleeveless, since it was rather warm here, with a pretty, light colored flowery pattern to it. It went to about mid-thigh, and had a thin, light brown braided belt around the waist. The collar was a dark navy with diamond studs. I'd never wear a dress like this on a normal day, it was far too flashy for me. I dropped my towel to the floor, pulled on a pair of undies and my bra, then put on the dress. I wrapped my still wet hair in the towel, then glanced at myself in the mirror. My pale legs have never been so exposed, good thing I shaved. I guess you could say I was a bit taller for my age, 5'9". It wasn't a good thing, or a bad thing either. My body was just all awkward, that's all. 

A soft knock on the door caused me to turn toward it. "Come in." I said quietly, then made my way over to the bathroom to finish up my hair, which was really just drying and brushing through it. I looked over to see who was in my room to see Martin, and I gave him a nod. "Hey." He had his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, which his button-up was cleanly tucked into the waistband. His blonde hair was gelled back, and his eyes were piercing, as per usual. But something about his stance threw me off; it was normally so full of pride, so attention grabbing. Now he was slightly hunched over, looking rather sad. "Everything ok?" I asked while towel drying my damp hair. He looked up from the floor, his face ridden with confusion. 

"Well, not really." He frowned playfully, but you could tell he was being serious. "For two reasons really." He looked down, and started shuffling his feet. 

"If you speak what makes you upset, I could maybe help." I gave him a pat on the arm. 

"But, you're one of the reasons, Tinsley." He gave me a saddened look, and I just furrowed my brow at him. "Remember that couple you met with yesterday, the posh Brits?" I gave him a quick nod and continued to dry my hair. "They're here, and I heard them talking to Ms. Avery about adoption." As soon as I heard the word escape his lips, I turned on my heels. "Adopting you." My heart sank. This wasn't suppose to happen! I was suppose to be the emotionless freak no couple wanted to adopt! I wasn't suppose to be considered by this posh British couple as their replacement for a their crazy daughter!

I let out a long sigh. "This wasn't suppose to happen." I mumbled, running a brush through my now dry hair. I felt Martin come up behind me and hug, and I just set my head on his shoulder, snuggling my hair into the crook of his neck. "Nobody was suppose to want me." Then it hit me. Why was Martin upset me leaving? He couldn't like me, could he? That's impossible. I slowly stepped out of his grasp. "Why's the second reason you're upset?"

He scratched the back of his awkwardly, then turned his head to look at the door, probably making sure it was shut. "Tinsley, I think... I think I'm...-"

"You can't love me Martin!" I shouted louder than I ever have, then instantly cover my mouth with both of my hands. My eyes went wide as the expression on his face went blank.

"I.. I don't love you, Tinsley." He laughed awkwardly. "It's actually quite the opposite... I think I'm gay..." I removed my hands, my expression returning to normal as he continued. "I don't know, I've been feeling like this for awhile. But that's not the worse part... I think I might have a crush on Jake." My jaw dropped, this was some pretty serious stuff. "Wait... why couldn't I love you?"

I pressed my lips together and gave him a vague response, "I'm incapable of returning the feeling."

"Really, Tins?" He placed his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes. "You just haven't found the right guy yet. That one guy who makes your heart flutter when you think of him, he makes you smile when he talks, everything he does makes you fall for him more and more. You won't be emotionless forever, Tins. I promise." He gave me a big bear hug, a lopsided smile, then made his way for the door.