Tell Me A Lie -Larry Stylinson

Part One- "Hello Uncle Simon."

One Hour Later

Harry’s POV:

I rushed through my door, falling into Cher’s arms, sobbing out the events that transpired an hour ago.

She held me, rubbing my back and whispering sweet, soothing nothings in my ear, trying to calm my hysterical state, apologizing over and over for causing it.

Eventually, the tears stopped flowing, and my pain was replaced with anger.

I stood up off the couch, and marched into the bathroom, determination flashing in my eyes.

“Don’t be stupid. It wasn’t your fault. Its that asshole’s fault.”

I slammed open the bathroom door, nearly breaking the wooden drawers with the force I was opening them.

Finally, I found what I was looking for.

A shiny new blade.

I raise it to my wrist, but was stopped by Cher screaming in my ear to stop. I let a couple chuckles out, bringing the blade down- wiping it  on my wrist.

I saw Cher relax out of the corner of my eye, and I rolled them.

“Trust me. He isn’t worth it.”

I brought the blade up, hacking my hair.

What most people don’t know, is Gemma was great with cosmetics and hair, so she passed her knowledge down to me.

When I dropped the silver thing, I reached into the lower cabinets, pulling out various hair dyes and product.

Cher’s mouth hung wide when I was done, and I smiled at myself in the mirror.

My hair was definitely not its original color. Layered waves, black based, with thin highlights of scarlet, midnight blue, and deep purple weaved in. And it looked good, if I do say so myself.

I motioned Cher over, and, after seeing my hair, she gladly accepted the spot in front of me.

When I was finished, her hair was a carbon copy of mine, perfectly curled and hanging loose on her shoulders.

On anyone else, it would have looked out of place.

But on us, it gave a flair of something.

Something I liked.

“Cher. Its time for me to pay a little visit to my old management team.”

We parked in front of the tall building labeled Modest!, wear I emailed ahead and set up a meeting with the heads of my old contract and Simon Cowell himself.

I got out of my shiny red convertible with Cher by my side, pushing through the glass doors, hearing collective gasps run through the people walking in and out of the lobby.

Obviously, they didn’t really think it was me.

I strode up to the front desk, slipping the large lensed shades off my face.

I flashed my charming smile, and she shakily pointed me in the directions of the meeting room I was expected in.

I smirked as Cher and I walked down the halls, remembering the gob smacked look on her face when I left.

When we reach the end of the hall, we were faced with a large set of large, French, oak double doors, and I pushed them open for us.

The reactions of those gathered here were nearly as priceless as that of the people in the lobby.

I marched right up to the two empty seats closest me, and sat with Cher.

I looked the aging man at the head of the table in the eye, opening my mouth, “Hello, Uncle Simon.”

A/N:

I KNOW ITS SHORT DON’T KILL ME!!! I had to separate this chapter into parts, because theres gonna be a few…

And I thought it would be fun to leave it at a cliffhanger…

The songs I used the last chapter were:

Love The Way You Lie- Rihanna

Part of Me- Katy Perry

Breakeven- The Script

Unfaithful- Rihanna

Take A Bow- Rihanna