The Makeover (One Direction)

Apologies & Weird Behavior

Hey my lovely readers! I just wanted to thank you all for the continuous support on this story. I've been receiving a lot of hate, and it's really been getting me down. I still get tempted to delete this story because of all the hate. Please, think before you comment something. But thank you to all of the kind people out there who comment such sweet things on my chapters, I love you all so much. If you get the time, please read my other story, His Secret (Louis Tomlinson). It's an amazing vampire story & it's very unique. Also, check out my new story, Half Past Dead! Thank you so much. This chapter is very short & more like a filler, and I'm sorry for that, but I promise that the next chapter will have more excitement. Enjoy! Please comment and vote! Ilysm. :) -Nat ♡

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Harry's POV

"So you're absolutely sure she doesn't want to talk to you again?" Niall interrogated me for the billionth time. He was comfortably sprawled over the sofa, his arms folded tightly underneath his head, his blue eyes staring directly at me.

Alexa has made it pretty clear that she no longer wanted anything to do with me. She hasn't replied to any of my text messages; I don't even think she's listened to any of my voice mails. I haven't even gotten to see her reaction when she found out that I went on a date with Ashley.

Memories of what happened at the ice cream parlor came flooding back to me like a tidal wave. The crushed ice cream cones on Justin's and Liz's heads. Their shocked, flabbergasted faces when Alexa bravely did that. How she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the parlor. How my hand tingled in her small, soft hands. How she screamed at me in the car. The tears that streamed down her face. The harsh words she screamed at me.

"There's no way in hell that she's ever going to forgive me," I said, guilt filling up my insides.

For a brief second, I could have sworn that a triumphant smile crossed Niall's face. It was quickly replaced with a Snickers bar being popped into his mouth.

"That's too bad," he said, almost faking his pity. I brushed it off.

Alexa's POV

I stared at my cell phone screen, internally debating whether or not to open one of Harry's voice mails. The angel on my right shoulder was saying, "open it!" But the devil on my left shoulder was saying, "don't open it! He's been an asshole to you!"

The devil nearly convinced me, but curiosity got the best of me. I opened the voice mail message and pressed my phone up to my ear, listening closely.

"Hey... It's Harry. I just wanted to apologize for everything. How I bullied you, how I suddenly wanted to be your boyfriend after your makeover, how I completely ruined your life. I know that only a simple voice mail could never be enough, and if I could, I would take back every ruthless deed I've ever done to you in a heartbeat. I guess I never really took the time to get to know you before your makeover. But when you suddenly changed your appearance, I got to know the real Alexa, not the one I falsely accused as a 'slut.' I just wanted to let you know that I'm deeply sorry, and I don't care if I have to make up for it for the rest of my life. I'm not asking for a second chance, or to be your boyfriend, I'm just asking for your forgiveness. Please consider it."

By the time the voice mail ended, my blood was boiling. I gritted my teeth is frustration. Despite his attempt at apologizing, I still don't forgive him. I don't think I ever will. A simple apology might have earned my forgiveness earlier, but not this time. If he wants my forgiveness, he's going to have to earn it.

I deleted the message from my voice mail, wishing that I could delete it from my brain as well. Harry's message only fueled my anger and newfound hatred towards him. His sweet comments and charming behavior fooled me once, but I am sure as hell not going to be fooled again. This time, Harry Styles is going to pay.

Mystery POV

I admired her. The way her dimples appeared whenever she smiled. The way her long, curly brown hair would dangle over her shoulders perfectly. The way her brown eyes sparkled whenever she was happy. The way her dress would flow effortlessly against her legs. The way her nostrils flared when she laughed too hard.

Even before her makeover, I admired her. She didn't need to change herself for anyone or anything; she was perfect just the way she was. Too bad she couldn't realize that.

She didn't deserve any of the bullying that she received. She was truly beautiful beneath the surface, but the pressure of her peers made her change everything. She was still the same girl I had loved all my life, just with an updated appearance. I didn't mind her makeover at all, but I've always loved her no matter how she looked. She would've never thought that I was the one who loved her this entire time; that I was the one who admired her despite the bullying; that I was the one who talked to her as much as I could; that I was so close to her, yet so far away.