It's Called Acting(1Dfanfic)

Chapter 27

Guys I'm really sorry! I just realized that they were all at the boys flat in the last chapter and now they're at Lydia's house! It's harder to change this chapter so I'll just change the ending to the last chapter. If you want to go back and read it then you can but it'll just be minor but again I'm sorry!!

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Lydia P. O. V.  

I had such a nice time with Drew. Except for the fact that he threw me in damn pond! I told him that his muscles were getting smaller and he was like 'oh yeah?' And threw me in the pond. I was pissed and drug him in with me. But then he took me to see Sterling so, I was happy. We were coming back and I was still dripping wet. I opened the door, "Hey, y'all I had the most..." I stopped. I saw the TV. Harry was holding up some naughty looking underwear, smiling that goofy smile I love at...Abby? "What is that?" I said calmly. I was holding in my anger. I was trying to keep a level head. I didn't want to accuse people. I didn't feel like getting mad. I didn't WANT to get mad. But then the picture of them holding each other popped up. And that's when my hormones broke. Did I mention I was on my period? "Stop staring at me like that, and someone explain to me what the fuck is going on?! And Harry, if you give me that look so help me I will never have sex with you again!" His eyes widened. I heard Drew shut the door. "Lydia..." "No, Drew." "Lydia, you don't understand..." He said. "Shh." I said. He shut up. I looked at Abby. "Well? Is everyone just gonna gape at me or is someone gonna grow a pair and tell me something?" I said. Anger still fueling. I was just happy five minutes ago...now I'm pissed. I'm gonna cry next...I can feel it coming. Abby stepped forward. "Me and Harry were at the mall. We didn't know the paparazzi was following..." My head tried to reason, but my heart was telling me something was up. And then I had to swallow the fear of losing him and replace it with anger again. "So I leave for school. You two go to the mall. And then you got caught by the paparazzi...in Victoria's Secret? And you're gonna sit here and tell me it's nothin? Wow." I felt the tears coming. Great. "Guess you got what you always wanted." I said dashing up the stairs. I locked myself in my room. I looked up at my wall. All those pictures. I ripped them off the wall. Every single one of them. How could he just be so calm about it? She was too! And Drew? I'm surprised he didn't see it and punch Harry. That made me even sadder, and pissed. The tears were pouring freely. I was still wet and muddy. I don't care. I kicked my dresser, and I punched the wall. I threw the mason jar of paint brushes against the wall and sank to the floor. Curling up into a ball. Why did it always happen to me? Cheating. Goddamned cheating! I didn't want to lose him. Someone knocked on the door. "Go. Away." I said, my voice cold, hollow. "Lydia. Just let me in." Harry said. "Now you want to talk! Ten minutes ago you didn't even want to say anything! And now you're feeling bad? Should've thought this all through." I said, wanting to throw something. "Lydia, I don't want to talk to you through the door. Let me in." I hugged myself tighter. "No." I snapped. A few seconds later he left. I threw myself on my bed and pulled all my blankets around me. They smelled like him. I started crying again. I hate Mother Nature. If I ever meet her? I'm killing her. Racking sobs went through my body. I felt used. Why am I so emotional? It's not just because it's my time of the month. Something has snapped and I don't know what it is. But I can't stop crying. "Oh Lyddi..." I heard a low voice. I curled deeper into the blankets. How the hell did he get in here? "Go away." I gasped out. I felt the bed dip. I scrambled out of bed...falling in the process. And sliced my left hand on a piece of the mason jar. Damn! I didn't really feel it...more like saw it. I wasn't a huge piece. I pulled it out slowly. Wincing just a little. "That's what I heard then..." He said. I ignored him and walked into my bathroom. I put it under some warm water. And put Neosporin on it and wrapped it in gauze. I walked out and he was still sitting there. I huffed and cleaned up the glass. I threw it in the trash. He walked up to me and took my gauzed hand, into his bare one. I jerked it away. I was getting angry again. He needed to leave. "Lydia..." He said. "What? Trying to be Mr. Fixit? What'd she try to convince you of? She's very persuasive and can normally get you to do stuff that you don't always necessarily want to do! Why did you go with her? Without telling me? Damn it! Now I sound all clingy and like a stupid bitch. Damn you! Why can't I go back to not caring! It was so much fucking easier when it was like that! Then you had to come along and pull my heartstrings and make me fall in love with you! I was fine with having a black heart. I was fine. But the crazy thing is, is now I can't live without you. And then you go and pull a stunt like this!" I was going from tears to anger in that whole paragraph. An it pissed me off even more. He was standing there taking it. "Why does my life have to be so complicated?! Why did I fall in love? Why did you pull my heartstrings?" I started hitting his chest. I couldn't stand it. I wanted to know why I was caring so much. Why couldn't I got back to being flippant and cool and not giving a shit to what people thought and said? Why did he have to screw it up? Then I remembered something else. "And another thing!" I yelled. Stopping my assault for a second. "Why the hell did you get rid of those damned curls?!" I yelled hitting him again. He trapped my hands. "Lydia." He said. "Are you gonna answer my question?" I said. "Lydia." I didn't say anything. I hope I hurt him. "Lydia. Look at me." I snapped my eyes to his. "What?" I seethed. "Me and Abby went to the mall to get your presents for your graduation." He said calmly. I blinked. Damn I am really screwed up. I started crying again. He pulled me against his chest. I hated this. Then I started to feel the pain from where I punched the wall, kicked the dresser, and cut my hand open. I sank to the floor. He came with me. Pulling me into his lap. "I'm sorry." I sobbed. "I'm a complete and total ass and I don't know why you put up with me. I hate being on my period. I hate getting angry, I hate yelling at you. I hate jumping to conclusions. I have done a lot of things I hate today and I have made a complete fool of myself. But when it comes to you I can't help it. I'm so sorry, Harry!" I cried into his neck. Holding into him. He was rocking me and rubbing my back. "It's okay, love. I promise. You're not an ass. I deal with you because I love you. I don't necessarily like those things either, but it happens. Just please stop crying, love. You're killing me. I hate seeing you cry." I sniffled. I finally calmed down. "Harry?" I asked in a small voice. "Yes, love?" "My hand really hurts." I said. He chuckled. He picked me up, and carried me downstairs bridal style. He set me on the kitchen counter. He took in my appearance. "Why are you all muddy, and wet?" He said. "Drew threw me in the pond." I said dimly. He nodded. He pulled some pain killers from the cabinet. He gave me some water and instructed me to swallow them. He stood between my legs and placed his forehead on mine. He looked in my eyes. "Why don't you go apologize to Abby, and then take a shower and then we can take a nap. Cause you have had a long day. And I'll rub your tummy for you." He said stroking my face. I kissed him softly. I got off the counter. I gave him a hug and then went to find Abby. She was sitting outside on my deck. I sat beside her. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. And losing my cool." I said. She nodded. "I understand. Paparazzi are really convincing and seeing it with no understanding plus your period is bound to explode." She said. I tackled her with a hug. "This is why I love you. I'm still sorry for doubting my best friend. I just get blind when it comes to him." "I know babe. It's the same thing with Drew. He told me he threw you in the pond." I nodded. "Little bastard." I chuckled. We got up and I hugged her again. "I'm gonna go take a shower now. Thanks for understanding Abbs." She nodded and plopped on the couch with Drew. The other boys went out to Nando's apparently so I end track upstairs to see Harry examining my wall. I stood beside him. "You got really pissed." He stated. I nodded. I went into the bathroom, after I grabbed a sports bra and some sweatpants. "Can I come with you?" Harry asked sheepishly. "Maybe next time, Hazza." I said. "Okay." He said and plopped onto my bed. I shut the door and jumped into the shower. The hot water felt really good. I shaved my legs last. I jumped out and put my sports bra and sweatpants on. I walked out tousling my hair with my towel and flipping it back and running my fingers through it. Harry was in my bed singing softly. I climbed into my bed. I caught what he was singing. He was singing Summer Love. He stopped when I got in bed. "No don't stop." I said. He smiled and pulled me to him. He kissed my shoulder and traced patterns on my stomach. He kept singing. "I love you, Harry." I said as I was falling asleep. "I love you more." He said just as my eyes closed and I smiled.