Bent. | h.s

the lie.

just in case anyone was wondering(guessing y'all probably weren't but i'll say it anyways) i picture Cassie as Halsey idk but like she seems to have that same vibe as her also her bc she keeps changing her hair color and like yeah Halsey is just bae so idk if you picture her as someone else its cool you could even picture it as yourself whatever floats your goat

ha ha

sorry its only funny when Manda( Stylesoriginal )says it

anyway

i dont wanna sound like those weird writers that go around like ya not updating until i get a certain amount of votes and comments and s.hit but like whenever a part doesn't get comments i feel like it sucked rly hard and people just clicked on it and were so disgusted that they just had to close it and think that it was a load of s.hit that's not even worthy of a hateful comment

ya

idk ok sorry but like i'd reaaaaaally appreciate it if you guys start commenting on stuff yay ok here's the chapter sorry for this being so long omg

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she's got broken things where her heart should be.

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I don't really get that much of a good night's sleep last night- or morning, whatever, as my phone doesn't stop buzzing with notifications of people congratulating me on my Harry follow.

It's not really a secret that I liked one direction and everyone that followed me knew that, and like every dedicated fan I should have been over the moon by him following me. I wasn't.

I was f.ucking furious.

I'd finally decided to turn my phone off when I realized things were getting out of hand at about 6 am and finally fell asleep then and had just woken up now.

I stretch out of bed and get up and head towards the bathroom, brushing my teeth and fixing my hair up a bit, not in  the mood to actually freshen up and brush it just yet. It was probably still early anyways.

I grab my phone from the box I keep next to my mattress as a night stand and trudge to the kitchen space to take my pills, almost tripping on a few stray shoes on my way but surviving none the less. I really needed to start cleaning more.

My apartment wasn't exactly that big, it was basically a one giant room with one time bathroom and a small space designed to somewhat resemble a kitchen, and a few objects strewn around to make it pass as an actual home.

I'd arranged the furniture I got to make it act as four rooms morphed into one; a small dining table set in front of the kitchen area, a desk a little bit far off to the other wall with a large empty space in front of it for me to draw in, or as Adam likes to call, to create, a couch thrown awkwardly in the middle of the room facing its back to the kitchen with a small bookshelf next to it and lastly a mattress laid out on the floor facing the bathroom with another bookshelf that I use to keep my clothes in.

In my defense, I hadn't planned for my place to resemble such a hipster mess, it's just what I could afford with the little money that I make from the various jobs that I take on during the school year to be able to pay rent with no one to provide for me.

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I turn on my phone as I sit down at the dining table with a cup of coffee set in front of me, quickly ignoring the notifications of the tweets once it's on, I'd have to get back to those when I've had coffee in me, now I just couldn't deal. I see that I've had 27 texts and 3 voice messages from Adam and look at the clock on the top corner of the screen to see that it was 3 in the afternoon. Guess it wasn't that early after all.