The Makeover (One Direction)

Done With Boys

Hey everyone! This isn't Mimi, this is Nat. I decided to write the next chapter since Mimi is having writer's block. Sorry for the long wait! And sorry for the short chapter. And please check out my other story, His Secret (Louis Tomlinson). Please comment and vote! I love you all and thank you for the continuous support. Enjoy! -Nat

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Alexa's POV

As soon as I got into Harry's car, the tears dropped one by one. How could Justin say that? How could my best friend do this to me? She knew how much I loved him. And Justin toyed with my feelings. They lied to me.

Harry watched me sob from the driver's seat. My vision was blurred due to my tears. He placed a gentle hand on my arm.

"Are you okay?" His soft voice caused me to stop crying and finally look at him. His emerald eyes were clouded with concern. I shook my head, more tears slipping down my face.

"Justin is a jerk," he said. "You deserve much better."

He's right. I deserve someone who would be completely honest with me, who would never cheat, and who would love me with all of my flaws. And that person could never be him.

He bullied me. He tortured me every single day just because of my looks. He's the reason why I had the makeover. This is all his fault. My tears finally stopped rolling. My sadness turned to anger.

"This is all your fault!" I screamed at him. He looked taken back.

"What are you talking about?" He questioned me.

"Everything that has happened is all because of you!" I was getting angrier by the second.

"You need to calm down," he spoke gently, placing his large hand on my thigh. I looked down at his hand, glaring hard.

"Don't you dare touch me," I growled. I opened the car door with much force and slipped my body out. I slammed the door loudly and stomped out of the parking lot. With a shaky hand, I wiped away the tears, most likely smearing my carefully applied mascara. My heels clicked nosily on the gravel as I continued to walk down the sidewalk towards my home.

I transferred all of my anger towards Harry. If he thought that I actually liked him, then he's completely and utterly wrong. The only reason I had kissed him the other night was because he was my rebound. I was hurt by Justin and I felt the need to hurt him too. If Justin cheat on me, I thought I could do the same. The only reason he likes me is because of my makeover. Before I looked beautiful, he didn't even care about me. So why should I love him when he's been nothing but mean to me? I deserve much better than him.

I give up on boys.

Harry's POV

I ruffled my hair with my hands, a habit I tend to do when I'm stressed. I inserted my car key into the ignition and twisted it. After pulling out of the parking lot, I turned down the road in search of Alexa. She's probably already on her way home. I searched the area for her. I saw her shaking body stomping down the sidewalk ahead. I pulled up besides her and rolled down the window. She looked at me, her anger resurfacing.

"Let me take you home," I said carefully, careful not to upset her.

"No way." She folded her arms across her chest. I sighed.

"Come on, Alexa. It's just a ride home, nothing more, nothing less," I tried reasoning with her. She began walking faster. I drove up to her again.

"Alexa," I sighed. She turned to look at me. Her eyes held such an intense stare that it actually frightened me.

"Just go away! I never want to see you again!" She screamed. "Leave me alone! Go away!"

I decided to leave her alone. She way clearly hurt and she needed time alone. I can't force her into anything. I just need to let her heal on her own.

Alexa's POV

I buried my face into my pillow, muffling a scream. Sobs racked from my trembling body. The air was getting harder to breath. I pulled my head up, inhaling deeply. My pillow was stained with mascara. I grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and blew my nose vigorously.

I'm all alone now. Nobody to talk to. My best friend is gone, my boyfriend is gone, and Harry is gone.

I don't need them anyways. I can survive on my own. I need to be strong. I need to prove to them that I don't need them.

I can be happy without them.