Unlovable ✧ H.S

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Months passed and word had gone around that Harry left to try out for The X-Factor. I just shook off that night with Harry and made myself believe that it was meant to happen, him leaving and me forgetting about it. Summer is coming soon and then I'll be out of high school and off to school again, two months later.

Jeremy and I have been dating for almost a year now and we have great chemistry and we love each other. He's a great boyfriend. He treats me right, can make me laugh and smile when I'm down, and knows a lot about me even my past tragedy about my dads death. He has every quality a girl is looking for but I still wonder why is he with me? I don't question him though, if I found a guy who truly loves me, why question the relationship?

I'll be taking a cosmetology course for a year and then I'll be a certified makeup artist. The sad thing is, the school is in LA and I'll have to move back to America to go to the school but when I'm done with my course they'll hire me at their company, if they see I have a talent for it.

I've been packing my stuff up for weeks now and Jeremy is doing the same. He works at some big fancy company that builds computers, they offered him a job at one of their companies in LA and their promoting him. It feels like everything is going to work out how I've always dreamed it would be.

***

One year later

Life in LA has been fun. Jeremy and I have a house on the beach and he earns a lot of money, but is always working late, so I don't get to see him a lot. We haven't been on a date in months and when he comes home he just wants to go to sleep. I'm not going to complain though, he gives me everything I want but the only thing I really want is to be with him more. Jeremy proposed to me the day he got his big promotion and it was the best day of my life, at least it was until he got called into work because of a huge computer failure, so there I was on the beach. Alone. Staring at the waves, with a ring on my hand.

***

"Miss Preston?"

The lady at the front of the office called for me. I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting to be called in to see if I got the job to work at their company as a makeup artist. I finished my course and they have been evaluating my tests and work that I had done, for a week now and here I am finally, awaiting my answer.

"Yes?"

"Mrs. Johnson is waiting for you!"

The young girl gave me a smile and I stood up and took a breath.

"You'll do great!"

She said to me as I passed and I said thank you back as I walked down the hall. I got to the one door at the end of the hall and took a breath. I stepped in and the dark haired lady -with a fair amout of wrinkles by her eyes- motioned for me to sit. I sat in the leather chair and kept reminding myself to breathe.

"How are you?"

Such a little question made me nervous.

"I-I'm great. And yourself?"

"I'm fantastic. You can calm down. I can see you're nervous, sweetie."

I let out a breath. She laughed a little and I laughed also.

"I'm sorry, I'm just excited and nervous!"

"There's nothing to be nervous about!"

I nodded my head, trying to be calm.

"So, I've been looking over your tests and work you've done and you have mastered everything we've given you to do. I would love to offer you a position as one of our top artists. You will be working with big customers. Like movie stars, commercial people, and bands. Would you like to take the offer?"