The Makeover (One Direction)

Fired

Hello all of my lovely readers! Sorry that I've made you all wait so long for the new update, but I've been extremely busy. Just two weeks ago I was in New Orleans for a wedding and ever since then I've been overflowed with homework and projects. This week was all about shopping since my cousin's birthday is tomorrow, I needed to find the perfect gift. But I just discovered that typing from the Wattpad app is so much easier than opening up Word Document on my laptop. So get ready for a whole bunch of new updates! And please check out my new story, His Secret featuring Louis Tomlinson! Also, do you guys remember Mimi? Yeah, well we're starting a new story called Half Past Dead. Go check it out on my page! Please vote and comment! Enjoy!! -Nat ♡
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Alexa's POV

"Mom?" I call from above the staircase. No response. I jog down the steps, taking two at a time. I find her in the kitchen, sitting at the table, her head in her hands.

"Are you okay?" I ask concerned. I've never seen my mother like this. She lifts her head to look at me. I notice the dark circles forming underneath her puffy, red eyes. Mascara is smeared around her eyes, giving her a raccoon look. If it hadn't been for the fact that she'd been crying, I would've laughed at her ridiculous appearance, but this was no time for tomfoolery.

"Mom, what happened?" I ask. She replaces her frown with a wary smile and rubs her eyes with the palms of her hands, smearing her mascara further more.

I rip a sheet of napkin from the paper towel roll by the sink and clean my mother's face of all makeup residue. I toss the napkin in the trash and sit down next to her. I place my forearms on the table, leaning in towards her.

"Tell me what happened," I beg.

She sniffs, blows her nose with a dirty tissue, and tells me, "I got fired."

I freeze up. My mother, a very hard working employee, was fired? How is that even possible? She takes her work very seriously and works harder than half of the employees combined.

"How did that happen?" I ask.

"This new girl, Valerie, showed up and stole my job." Tears began rolling down her face. I felt a pang of sympathy towards her. I know exactly what it feels to have someone steal what is rightfully yours.

I dry her tears and force a small smile. "We'll get through this, okay? If this means that I have to find a job, too, then so be it." I tried my best to convince her.

"We'll need to start finding jobs soon, before the monthly bills come in. I just payed this month's bills recently, so we shouldn't have to worry about that anytime soon," she informs me.

"We'll start looking for jobs tomorrow. But in the meantime, you need to relax and rest," I pat her shoulder. She nods, standing up from the table, clutching her cell phone in one hand.

We go upstairs together, separating into each other's rooms. I trade in my jeans for yoga pants, but decide to keep my shirt. I don't even know why I bothered to change my clothes today when I didn't even leave the house. I didn't even have a reason to leave the house; my best friend back-stabbed me, my boyfriend cheated on me, and my only true friend is the cause of all this drama. Liz and Justin can do whatever they want for all I care, I'm done with them. I plan on avoiding Harry for the rest of my life.

I start to think about my makeover. I did all of this just to boost my self-confidence, or was it just to show up Harry? Of course it was for myself. I was done being the laughingstock of the entire school. I didn't need Harry's approval to feel better about myself. He's irrelevant and I can live without him.

I feel the wetness of my tears roll slowly trickle down the sides of my face. Not again. The tears have been nonstop flowing all night. I have to go back to school in two days, but I already have a lot of things on my plate at the moment.

I travel down the hall, towards my mother's room. I hesitate before twisting the doorknob and walking in. My mother lay on her bed, tucked in underneath the covers, staring at the ceiling. She switched her eyes towards me upon my arrival.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course." She rolls over towards one side of the bed, scooting over a bit to make more room. I smile gratefully and climb in next to her. Pulling up the covers to my chin, I roll onto my side to stare at her. We lay there for a while, in peaceful silence. I wait until she's asleep before rolling onto my back and drifting into my own dreams.

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"How about this one?" I click the link to an exterminator bug job.

"Ha ha, very funny," my mother rolls her eyes. We've spent only thirty minutes so far, searching for new jobs online.

I click on the back arrow, scrolling through more jobs. One certain job catches my eye.

"A fashion designer?" she asks in an are-you-serious tone.

"Yeah! You have great fashion taste!" I tell her honestly. She currently modeled a red and black plaid pajama bottom and a black T-shirt with a red heart in the middle. I've always admired her for her great fashion skills. At only the age of thirty-six, my mother was a sixteen-year-old at heart.

"You really think so?" she asked, not particularly fond of the idea.

"Yeah! Do you want me to send in an application?" I offer.

She nods, smiling a genuine smile for the first all day, "do it."

We filled out an online application and sent it in. My mother's job is full-time and pays an absurd amount of money. It pays so much that it wasn't even necessary for me to get a job anymore.

"Thank you so much for the help, Alexa. I know that I'm your mother and I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around, and I just want you to know that I would have no idea what I'd do without you." My mother pulled into a tight bear hug, nearly squishing out my internal organs.

I wouldn't know what I'd do without you.