Divided Heart [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 22: ....

A/N: Seriously, I don't have any ideas on what I should title this chapter. Just another filler chapter. Hope you still like it :) "I don't know about you,  but I'm feeling 22!!!!" Hahahahahaha! That song just popped out of my mind.... Anyways, thank you for those who voted for the last chapter :) Love you!!!! I'm near to 3,000 reads. YAY!!!! :)

Avery's P.O.V

Damon is really a jerk, no no no, scratch that, he’s a total douche bag. Stupid little me asked him to be his friend, when all he wanted was to be more than that. Now, I’m feeling guilty... Just a teeny tiny bit.

Arrggghhhh!!!!!!

 It’s his fault, not mine. I went back inside the house and was surprised to see someone. “Hey, chika!” Tiffany’s voice boomed all across the hall. I turned around the see the familiar redheaded girl I call my BFF. She engulfed me into a tight hug. “Can’t bre-breathe!!!” I exclaimed while trying to free myself from her death hug. “Sorry! I missed you so much, I just want to hug you all day.” She said with puppy eyes. “Tell that to me when I come back from the hospital due to broken bones.” I spatted, emphasizing ‘broken bones’. She giggled and hugged me again, but this time it was a gentle hug. “Alright! I forgive you.” I told her and she squealed like a little girl. “I was thinking, if you can accompany me to the mall? Pweetty pwease!!!” she pleaded and pouted her lips.

No can say no to those puppy eyes.

 I gave in and nodded towards her. “YAY!!!! Come on, girl.” She said and tugged my hands. “I’m not going out in these!” I said while pointing to my clothes. She slapped her forehead and sighed, “Fine. But just 5 minutes!” she said and I ran upstairs. I walked inside my closet and grabbed pieces of clothing materials. I grabbed a red tee and a white pair of shorts. I topped that with red KEDS (the one with the Taylor Swift signature) and put my hair in a messy bun. I grabbed my purse and phone, then dashed out the door. “Looking hot, aren’t ya?” Tiffany asked me with a smirk. “Hah! You’re funny.” I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at me and grabbed me by the hand.

We arrived at a famous hair salon and I looked at my best friend. “What?” she asked me as she handed the money to the taxi driver. “Why are we stopping at a salon?” I asked her while eyeing her suspiciously. “You need a makeover, amiga.” She said in a “duh” tone. Do I look bad nowadays? “No. It’s just that, I want you to look very beautiful when you go back to London.” She said, and that totally creep me out. She read my mind, is she Edward Cullen? *sighs* Here I go again with Edward Cullen. I should really stop reading those books and watching those movies. She placed her hands at her hips, “Are you going in? Or do I have to drag you?” she asked me. “Aye, aye, captain!” I said and opened the door for her. “Victoria, I need you to give her the best makeover you can do. Cut her hair, color it, curl it. Do whatever you want. I give you the freedom. ” Tiffany said to a lady with highlights. “This way ma’m.” The lady with highlights guided me and I glared at my best friend who was having her manicure.

My hair was being played with for almost two hours and I don’t know what I look right now. Imagine a part of a salon without mirrors.

Scary, right?

“Ma’m, we’re finish.” The lady with highlights told me. She led me to a room with mirrors, thank god. I closed my eyes so I won’t get shocked when I see my hair turned into a hideous bird’s nest. I think I’m exaggerating things, but it’s what I imagine right now. I opened my eyes and.....

Voila!

There goes a girl with blonde hair. Wait, what?! That girl is me! They dyed my hair blonde? For the love of Oreos, I don’t want my hair dyed. I was about to attack the hair stylist when I realized that blonde suits me. I love the way she straightened it and my hair has this ‘shiny’ effect. Tiffany’s lucky I won’t strangle her to death because of this makeover thingy. I turned around when I heard someone opening the door.

“Holy mother of Pringles!!!! Is that you?!” she asked me, eyes wide open. I nodded and smiled at the stylist. “You look so beautiful!” she squealed and ran towards me. I was preparing for cover when she got hold of my shoulders. “Let’s go, shall we? Oooohhhhh.... Those boys will be gawking their eyes out at you.” She said while giggling.

Just a tip, never let your best friend drag you into her crazy ideas.

Niall’s P.O.V

We were on the bus with Little Mix and tell you what, we’re all bored to death. I’m just munching some chips and my tummy wanted more. “Liam!!! Get me more chips” I demanded Liam, who was busy with his phone. “LIAMMMMMM!!!” I yelled. “Shut up, Niall!” Louis shouted and I sighed. “If I get you some chips, you’ll stop whining?” Liam asked me in full annoyance. I nodded and he stood up from his seat to get my food. Minutes passed and I’m finished with my bowl of cheesy chips. I ran my hand on my hair, back to getting bored. I kept on thinking, how do you kill boredom? I decided to whine again, even though I know Liam would get pissed if I do that. “LEEEEEYYYUUUMMM!!! I”M BORED!!!!” I yelled. Harry joined in, “LEEEYYYYUUUMMM!!! I’M BORED TOO!”.  Liam rolled his eyes and pouted his lips. “I have the perfect idea!” Louis said and he had this evil kind of smile.

To tell you, Louis always has these crazy ideas. And when I say ‘crazy’, I mean it. Louis is such a badass when it comes to killing boredom. He even tried to make me ran in the hallway butt naked with the fans all around. “Not now, Lou” I groaned. He shook his head, “I swear, this is the BEST idea.” He said, emphasizing the word ‘best’. “

This better be good.

Or else, I’ll hang a British boy in stripes

Avery’s P.O.V

We already went back home after an extraneous shopping galore. I decided to buy new clothes and shoes since I was said to be ‘lacking some fashion sense’, and that totally hurt like hell, not to mention that those harsh words came from my best friend. Ouch. So I’m here, sitting on the floor with my BFF, watching some chick-flick and having some ice cream. I was finishing off my last serving of cookies and cream. I was about to grab the tub of pistachios when Tiffany grabbed it first. “No way in hell you’re gonna eat this.” She said while pointing to the ice cream. “I’m going to eat that.” I said, fixing my glare at the delicious ice cream. “Nuh-uh. You won’t be having this.” She said. I crossed my arms and pouted. “Why?” I asked her. “You’ll be fat and believe me, not all boys like fat girls.” She said. “I don’t care if I grow fat, it’s like I’m interested in boys anyway.” I said, clearly defending my love for ice cream. “Oh really?” she asked suspiciously. I nodded and she smirked. “Well, maybe I should call Zaynie poo and tell him that you chose ice cream over him.” She threatened me. How dare she?! Wait-Why would I care? I’m in love with ice cream, if I could even marry it, I would. “Fine. Tell him.” I told her and she looked shocked. “It’s like we’re really together, even though we’re really not.” I said honestly. “Are you telling me that you’re not really a couple? That all of those things were just fake?” she asked me, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Then realization hit me.

I revealed the top secret of One Direction.

Kill me now.