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Chapter 7. Look like trash...

Dedicated to @lukeismyidiot for writing the most amazing book ever- it's called Twitter Dms and it's a Luke Hemmings fanfic. If you haven't already read it PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read it it is amazing, especially the sequel which is in the same book.

Enjoy!!

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It's day four. Jordan still hasn't made any contact with me and I am a mess; physically, mentally and emotionally. I hadn't realised the impact he had on my life before the... Incident.

I feel like trash, I look like trash, I think like trash. My hair is greasy and knotty, I'm wearing a holey t shirt and tracksuit bottoms and I have a new collection of spots thanks to all the chocolate and ice cream I have been eating. I haven't been on Instagram, snapchat, or tumblr in the last four days. All I've done is read Twitter DMs on wattpad - because I am addicted to it.

I am lying on my bed with my phone one side of me, a carton of ice cream and a chocolate bar the other side, and Amnesia by 5sos on repeat.

My laptop is on my lap. I am on - you guessed it - Wattpad, reading - you guessed it - Twitter DMs. Tears are pouring down my face. I'm not gonna spoil it for you, but it is the third time I've been truly heartbroken.

The first time, obviously, when my parents passed.

The second, when Jordan..... Yeah.

I remember my painkillers and sit up. Stretch. Go downstairs. This has pretty much been my daily routine for the past four days. Some people would say it's ridiculous, pathetic even that I'm like this. But I can't help what I feel.
On my way downstairs my doorbell rings. Really? I'm feeling sh*t enough as it is, without someone else interrupting my routine.

I unlatch the door and open it.

"You look like a pile of crap."

My eyes snap to the person standing in the door. She has blonde hair down to her waist, green eyes and a winning smile.

"ELIZA!" I scream and launch my self into my best friends arms.

"Way to deafen me, Skai," she says, laughing. "First time back in the country in six years and this is my welcome? No banner? No cake?"

Eliza was my best friend who moved to Canada when I was younger.

"Oh my god girl," I say, "what the actual eff are you doing here?!"

"Well, you disappeared from the Internet and I was like 'Hey, I haven't seen the bitch in ages. I should see her.' So I hopped on a plane and here I am!" She laughs. Her blonde hair glints in the sunlight. She looks gorgeous, wearing ripped skinny jeans, wedges, a black crop top and a flowery kimono. Liza wants to work in London, editing the fashion magazines.

"Come in then, Jesus! We need a catchup!" I pull her inside.

She grabs her case before the door slams shut. I head to the kitchen and switch the kettle on.

"Green tea with honey? Or has your favourite drink changed?" I ask Eliza, rooting around for two mugs.

"Still the same," says Liza, pulling out a seat at the table. I pop a green teabag in her mug and a normal one in mine. I finish making the teas and carry them over to the table. Eliza takes a sip and sighs.

"I needed that," she smiles. "So how've you been? I'm guessing not the greatest..." She gestures at my appearance. I smile.

"Yeah. Well. Not really."

"Look I'm your bestie, you can tell me anything, you know that?" She absentmindedly stirs her tea. I sigh.

"Okay, so..."

By the time I have finished my story, Liza is staring at me open mouthed over the table, tears in her eyes.

"..and then he kissed me, and left." My story finished I wipe my eyes and blow my nose. Eliza stands up, walks round the table and hugs me tight.

"We need a girls night. How does popcorn, pizza and a movie sound?"

Eliza always knows exactly what I need.

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Three hours later, the pizza is finished, the popcorn eaten and the movie finished. We watched Titanic. I cried.

"C'mon, Liza, let's go watch Pretty Little Liars in my room," I suggest, grabbing Eliza's hand and dragging her upstairs. I turn on my laptop and switch on my phone.

No notifications. Oh well.

I turn on the tv show and me and Eliza huddle under the covers. We're both asleep by the end of the program.

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Short chapter, I know... Ah well.
Opinion on Eliza??
I'm so tired - wrote the chapter on a fourteen hour journey from England to Ireland via Wales. 😴😴😴😴😴

Love you lots like jelly tots and vodka shots!

I get weird when I'm tired.

Byeeeeeeeeee xx