Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

37. Nobody Compares

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Chapter 37

Nobody Compares

"I just don't know what to say to him!" I said and felt the tears burn in my eyes again. "And what he said really hurt me and..." I couldn't get myself to finish of the sentence; the tears had stuck in my throat, making it impossible for me to say a single word.

"Hush, don't cry," Lou said and smiled sadly at me. She put a lock of my blonde hair that had fallen down in my face behind my ear. "You'll mess up your makeup, sweetie..."

It was 1:30 am and the stupid event I was forced to go to would begin in one and a half hour. I don't really know how I made it through the soundcheck at the arena, don't know how I managed to breath at all, but I did. Still, my stomach felt empty, the kind of feeling you get when you're hungry; I felt like something was missing inside of me. Trust, care...? I didn't know at the moment. I did, however, have a feeling that it was something else...

"He didn't mean what he said," Lou continued and brushed my right cheek with her fingertips.

"Yeah...?" I asked her, trying to sound doubting. The thing was, I beloved her. I beloved every word she said. Harry couldn't possibly have meant anything of that. He wasn't that kind of person... Right?

"I promise you, love. Harry didn't mean any of the things he told you."

"How can you be so sure? He sounded pretty serious..."

Tears started burning in my eyes again.

Don't cry.

Don't cry don't cry don't cry.

"Jessica, sweetie... He's in love and he's confused. He just didn't know how to act around you when you got mad at him."

"You make it sound so easy," I complained and felt a tear leave my left eye. My hand quickly got hold of the water drop, careful not to touch the painted lashes.

"But it is easy," she said, stubborn as usual and forced me to rise from the chair I was sitting on. My legs were stiff and the back of my thighs were lacking of blood, making them sting as I moved my feet. "It's love. Love. Just as easy as that. Love. Love!" She smiled happily, taking my hands and spinning me around.

She made a small smile appear on my lips.

"See? That's the sprit. Lets forget about that grumpy face and those horrible tears, right? Lets have some fun tonight, okay? It's our last day here. Don't waist it crying, love..."

I nodded, sniffled a little and forced a smile to my lips. She was right. Of course she was right. I was sitting here, waiting my last day with her and the lads crying. Harry was just a stupid crush of mine (why did I keep lying to myself like this all the time?) and I would get over him (who was I trying to fool?). Of course I would get over him (I was going to break down completely) - I was eighteen for God's sake! My whole life was ahead of me and I had every opportunity to find love again... Sort of...