Having the X Factor: A One Direction FanFiction

Harry's House

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Chapter Two

I didn't look at anyone as I walked into the house. Being bugged for 10 miles tends to get me on the annoyed side. Personally, I didn't have a problem with the blonde, Blair, flirting with Harry. But, continually the whole way here was over kill. All she did was throw herself at him, and the gross part was that he enjoyed every second of it.

Putting my bag down on the bed in the room I had picked, I look around. There wasn't much in here. Just a bed, a wooden desk, a bathroom, and a large window facing the ocean. I guess it wouldn't be too bad staying here for a while. I mean, I wouldn't see Blair that much anyway, right?

Walking into the kitchen, I smiled at the smell of Orecchiette Pasta Risotto; my mothers specialty. Harry was at the stove stiring the goat cheese. I walked over, "How much did you put in?" I asked him.

"3 ounces." he said looking at me, "Why?"

Carefully, I started measuring out another, "Orecchiette Pasta Risotto calls for 4 ounces." I tell him, handing him the last one.

He smiles at me and asks, "How did you know?" he starts to add it and melt it with the rest.

"My mom was a chef." I say shortly before sitting on the counter top, "Risotto was her favorite."

Harry gave me a confused look, "Was? Did she retire?"

Hiding the pain that hit my chest, I shake my head, "Yeah, something like that."

Someone threw the door open, "Mmm, smells good."

Louis says sitting up on the counter next to me, "Sure does."

Fuck.

Blair walked into the kitchen right up to Harry and touching his arm, "Hey Nails," she hisses at me before turning back to Harry. I smirked, if he doesn't concentrate, he's going to wreck the pasta, "Can I try some?" Blair asks him rubbing on him.

"Of course." he says picking out a piece and carefully placing it in her open mouth.

Almost gagging, I hop off the counter top, and walk out on the balcony facing the ocean. I thought about going down the steps to the sand, but someone interrupted my thoughts, "It's not that bad," I gave Lou a look.

"What isn't?" I ask not really in the mood.

He chuckled, "Harry and Blair, I mean it's nice to see him actually being with a girl again."

Scoffing, I turned away from him. He thought this was ok? It was FAR from ok, it was ludicrous, "No, it's not even close to nice."

Why was I even here? I'm HATING every second of it! My mother couldn't possibly have known that this is what was happening.

"Yeah, I mean, after Taylor no girl would go close to him because she kept scaring them off."

I just laughed bitterly at his words, "You wonder why Blair hasn't been scared off? She's a bitch and a fake, that's why."

I glare out at the ocean before turning around and leaning against the railing, "Well, that's kinda mean don't you think?"

"Especially coming from a paid whore," I looked up and saw Blair standing there with Harry's arms around her.

Shit, "Fuck off Blondie." I say straightening myself.

She raises a brow and smirks, "Tell me, Nails, do you have STD's now, or did you already have them because of your mom?"

My eyes got wide and I bit down so hard on my tongue, I could taste the hot blood seeping into my mouth, "What is she talking about?" Lou asked. I didn't take my eyes off of Blair.

"No, actually, I don't have STD's. And niether did my mother." she gave me a smirk. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "I'd rather be a paid whore, than a baby murderer." I hit her obortion scar on her stomach before hitting her shoulder as I pushed by her. My heart was racing, she must have just guessed that by the way I looked.

Tears started to roll down my face as I walked to my room. I had hoped that part of my life was over... buried from sight and out of mind. Hope failed I guess.

And, I wasn't a paid whore, most of the time. I just did things with anyone and everyone, because it helped me to feel again. After the accident, my whole life just started to move almost in slow motion, like it was waiting for me to catch up, but I never could and I have the scars to prove it. Then, I started to get attention from people, and after being alone so long, I liked it. But, now I regret all of it. I wish it would never have happened, that I could start over, but I can't. All I know for sure, is that I'm alone, forever.

Two years ago I may have had a chance, but not now. I mean, who could ever love someone this messed up, who could ever love me the way I needed to be...?

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