I shyly entered the building. Lots of girls were dressed in mini skirts and were trying to catch Harry's eye. Affectionately, Harry carresed my hand with his thumb tracing circles. We reached the main part of the dance floor and saw all the boys dancing. "Hey Belle!" yelled Louis, running up to me. "Hey Louis?" I laughed nervously, suddenly feeling really cautious with all the eyes watching us. "Come dance with me and Zayn!" he pleaded, dragging me with him and Harry shortly behind me. "Hello Belle." Smiled Liam, giving me a quick hug. "How are you?" I couldn't really hear him over the music. "Alright thanks, you?" He narrowed an eyebrow and stepped closer. "I'm alright thanks, one minute." he rushed, dissapearing into the crowd.
Me and Harry were sitting at a table at the back, both had drinks. "Are you enjoying the party?" Harry asked, his dimples showing. "Yeah thanks." I took a sip of water, knowing every girl was still looking at Harry.
A tipsy girl strolled over, dragging another non sober girl behind her. She had gone 5 shades darker than her own skin in fake tan; streaks showing on her legs. Her bleach blonde hair was up in a messy bun, bits of glitter here and there. Her false eyelashes were way too big and she was wearing too much foundation for her own good. She glanced at me, sniggered, then looked back to Harry. The other girl behind her was exactly the same but in the shortest dress I'd ever seen. "Thanks for coming handsome." she batted her eyelashes, crinkling her nose and smiling. "I've missed you so much." the blonde one slurred, sitting next to him on our table. The one squeezed past them both and sat on his other side.
"You have big biceps." giggled one of them. Harry looked really uncomfortable, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I didn't quite know what to say. "Thanks, Happy Birthday. Me and Belle were just talk-" they both sniggered again, looking me up and down. Harry stopped and saw how insecure I was feeling. "What kind of name is Belle?" she asked, leaning across the table and poking me with her fake nails. "At least I'm not fake." I blurted, clenching my fists. "At least I'm not a faggot who went to the same guy after management split you up." she cackled, sipping some vodka.
Standing up, I took a deep breath and felt tears streaming down my face. "Haha, served her right silly cow." I heard in the background. Why didn't he tell me? And why did that girl know?
It was freezing outside, but I could bear it. "Belle!" Harry shouted, flinging open the doors. "Why didn't you tell me?" a huge lump was in the middle of my throat. "I didn't want to hurt you." he bowed his head. "Why didn't you fight for our relationship?" Those two girls were outside now, clapping. "He didn't want to." yelled one of them, chewing gum. "They would've fired me." he whispered. "Career more important that girlfriend." I stuttered. "And how do those two know?"
"What me? I have a name. It's CAITLINE." she came right up cloes to my face. She smelt of alcohol and ciggarets. "Okay." I whispered, scared. "Because, I was with him when they told him to text you and break up with ya'!" she cackled again, pushing me back. We were on the edge of a main road. "Bye." she smirked, pushing me back again.
I fell into the road. Trying to get up, I propped myself on my elbow and squinted. It was so bright. Turning my head, I saw a lorry heading my way. Heart race up, I tried climbing to my feet but it crashed into me with such power to destroy.
{Author's Note}
Hope you peoples enjoyed it, short chapter I know, but I think it's pretty jam packed. Could you guys please help me out and share, vote, and comment. It would mean the world to me and I appreciate every single read but I'd like to get this story more in the public eye. Anyway, thanks and ...
I'm thinking about doing another chapter for my "how could I forget - Niall Horan Imagine" What do you guys think I should do? Inbox me or comment.
Thanks for reading,
Chow
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