5 Idiots and Me

Chapter 12

WARNING: This chapter may be a little cliché!

Read at your own risk…..

Chelsea’s P.O.V.

            I bit my lip nervously as Zayn played with my hair and Louis inspected my face. “Hmm, we’re going to need a loooooooot of makeup to cover those dark circles and bags, and what is this unnatural shade of white on your face girlie? And look at those puffy red eyes; you can’t go on your date looking like that!” Louis said sassily; hands on his hip while snapping his fingers at the end of everything he said.

            I knew they were all trying to make me feel better, but it wasn’t working. I came home yesterday broken and sobbing like there was no tomorrow, and obviously, the boys were worried.

            I plastered a fake smile on my face and Louis sighed, plopping down next to me on my bed. “I’m trying Chels, we’re all trying. Just help us out, just a little bit. What’s going on?”

            I sighed and knew it was time to tell someone. I couldn’t go through this alone. My lip quivered as I thought of what happened yesterday. Josh still had the guts to go and sleep around with sluts even after our recent breakup. Didn’t I mean anything to him? All those years of cute dates, walks on beaches, passionate kisses, didn’t they mean anything to him? I hung on to every sweet word he said like a drug, devoted every single minute of the day to him, worshiped him like a god, but apparently I didn’t mean as much to him as he did to me. “Mate, leave her alone. She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” Zayn said, still deciding what to do with my hair.  

            Louis sighed again. “But I want to help her; she’s like a sister to me already. Even though we just met a week ago… is that creepy to consider you my sister?”

            I thought about it, glad the subject was off what happened yesterday. Well, every day, one of the boys would pick me from school and bring me home. I would do all my homework as the boys made a snack for me and we would all talk about our day. Then we would do something together like taking a walk, playing football or basketball, or watching a movie. Before we knew it, all six of us would come inside and eat dinner that Harry always would cook for us. I had gotten really close to the boys over the past week, and I wouldn’t think it was creepy at all if they considered me as a sister. In fact, I think they are the reason I hadn’t cut over a week now, the longest I ever managed. “No, actually not. We really gotten close over the past week, and I consider you guys my brothers as well. Annoyingly weird and crazy brothers.”

            Louis grinned and pulled me into a hug. “Now c’mon sista! We got some makeovers to do!”

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            “Do you think I look all right?” I asked, fidgeting with my shirt

            Zayn closed his open mouth and Louis smirked. “If I didn’t consider you my sister, I would have totally asked you to be my girlfriend. Plus I have Eleanor, and I don’t think she would be too happy with me.” Louis said as his eyes trailed over me again.

            I blushed and looked at myself again in the mirror. Dark jean booty short and a bright yellow spaghetti strap were placed on my body. To cover up my scars, I wore a black sweater on top. (A/N Chelsea’s outfit is on the side >>>) Louis had done a smoky eye shadow look on my eyes with black mascara. There was light foundation with a touch of pink blush on my cheeks, and sparkly clear lip-gloss. Zayn had fluffed up my hair so it had more “volume” and added some spray to make it flow better and get some shine in it. It was also slightly wavier than my normal hair and gently cascaded past my shoulders.