Teenage Dirtbag ~Punk One Direction AU~

Chapter 10

|Fallon's P.O.V.|

After I went outside to find Drew, only to see he had left, I immediately called off the party. It took a while to heard all the people out my front door, but once it was done, only then did I notice that my house was completely trashed. Thankfully, Liam saw what happened between Drew and I, and told Dallas and the other boys. Dallas and the boys stayed after and helped me clean my house. Well, all the boys except Niall. I guess Niall filed out with the rest of the party-goers, because the last time I saw him was when I slapped him. To be completely honest, it felt amazing to slap him. After we finished cleaning, the boys left. Before Dallas left though, she told me to call whenever, if I needed to talk. Thankfully, Dallas knows that I like to deal with things by myself, so she left after that. 

The next day, Sunday, went by painfully slow. I tried to call Drew many times all throughout the day, but about after the seventh try, I gave up. I stayed in bed all day, either scrolling on Tumblr and crying, watching some Telly while crying, or just laying underneath my duvet in bed, crying. My dad, surprisingly, had the day off and he tried, and failed, to make me talk to him about what happened. He also tried to get me to eat some Chinese food he ordered for dinner, but I didn't feel like eating. In fact, I felt like just throwing up everything that was in my stomach, which probably wasn't much considering the last time I ate was last night at the party. After that, my dad stopped bugging me about what happened, so I'm guessing either Dallas or Zayn told him. I don't really care, less talking for me.  

Even though I was sad and feeling overly depressed, I was also confused. We're Drew and just completely over now? No closure what so ever? That's the last thing I want; to just never be able to hang out and talk with Drew without it being completely awkward. Fuck, this just can't be happening. 

As I laid in bed that night, after my extra long and hot shower, I kept replaying Drew and I's slow dance at my party. Everything just felt so perfect in that moment. Then, not only five minutes later, everything went to complete shit. 

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"Son of a fuck." I mumble, pulling my duvet up and around my head, wishing the annoying excessive beeping of my damn alarm clock would just stop. I exhale a frustrated breath and yank my duvet off, before reaching over and slamming my hand down onto my alarm clock. I get up and out of the warmth and comfort of my bed, and involuntarily shiver as the coldness of my room hits my bare legs. I don't like sleeping in pants, even if I'm freezing. I walk over to my closet slowly, already wishing today would just fuck off. I really don't want to have to sit through 8 hours of uselessness at school. I look through my choice of clothing haphazardly, not feeling up to even getting myself dressed. I pick out my black and white Sleeping With Sirens crew neck, black skinny jeans, and my gray Vans. I decide against wearing a tank top underneath my crew neck, since it's nice and thick and I really don't give a shit today. I slip my clothes and shoes on, before heading to my bathroom.

I cringe slightly at the sight that meets me in my bathroom mirror. My naturally wavy, semi-thick hair was frizzed out and seemed to be pointing every direction. What the hell, it's never this bad! I can usually straighten my hair within 10 minutes, easily. But today, it seems like it would take me half an hour, and I do not have half an hour. Even my hair is stressed out and weird today. I sigh and decide to add a little curling spray to it and put it into a thick side braid. Whenever I'm done with that, only then do I notice my face. Fuck. My face is completely flushed and pale, like porcelain now. My green eyes are slightly blood shot, and badly swollen and itchy from all the crying I did last night. I grab my lighter tone of foundation and put that on, so my skin doesn't look too sickly and white. I decide to just rim my eyes with some light black eyeliner, which helped the swollen look  of them less noticeable. I scan my reflection and just want to cry more. I look like a mess. My eyes are still noticeably swollen, but better, and my skin looks almost like my normal shade of light white. I look away from my reflection, knowing I will actually cry if I keep looking at it. It wouldn't be the first time.