Cute as a Button - Harry Styles

Chapter 3 ~ Heartbreak

Lydia's POV:

'So how was your day?' I asked Ryan as we got into the car. He had been acting a little funny since he came and picked me up, but I'm guessing he's just tired after his photo shoot today.

'Good.' Ryan replied quickly and abruptly.

'Good. Who were you shooting for?' I said trying to make some decent conversation with my boyfriend.

'Burberry.'

'Oh I thought they weren't doing a winter shoot this year? I thought they had called it off.'

'They did, but they still wanted me to come in anyways.'

'Oh okay.' It didn't really make sense why they would do that but I guessed they changed their mind.

I made a mental note to myself to ask Lizzy about it, not that I don't trust Ryan or anything I just kinda want to know more about the shoot, and Ryan doesn't seem in the mood at the moment. Lizzy was my best friend and had been since we were born........literally. We were born in the same hospital, in neighbouring wards within two days of each other. We grew up together. Our mums went to the same baby classes and we went to the same nursery. We went to school together and had both been offered modelling jobs within a month of each other at Burberry. We are practically sisters. Our mums are best friends too and every year our families go in holiday together. One year at school when we were doing school photographs our teacher made us have a photo together as she thought we were twins. I guess we do look alike but not that similar! They even wrote our names with the same surname: 'Lydia Haley Adams and Elizabeth Paige Adams'. It was really quite amusing.

'So.....how was last night? How are the boys?' I ask Ryan. Last night him and some of his friends went out for dinner and then to the bar. Ryan doesn't drink so I trust him. His friends are clever and I know they wouldn't do anything stupid.

Ryan tensed. 'Good and good.' He replied slowly, looking out the side window pretending that he was looking to see if any cars were coming while he turned. Why did he tense? Was I getting on his nerves? No, I can't be he's avoiding eye contact so he must be hiding something.

'I don't want to talk any more.' He stated out of the blue.

God he IS in a bad mood. I decided not to say anymore, I didn't want to piss him off. We sat in silence for a couple of minuets. I really wanted to make conversation. I want to talk to him, and laugh with him like most couples do. We don't actually spend much time together. We're always busy, and Ryan's always going away to do shoots and fashion shows. After what seemed like hours, but was only 10 minuets I couldn't stand the silence anymore. Something was bothering him and I wanted to know.

"Urrggghhh! Ryan, what's wrong? You seem to be really upset about something and I don't know what it is. Please tell me.'

'What if I don't want to tell you?' Ouch that hurt. He can be a real dick sometimes.

'Well.....I guess I would be really upset as it would seem like you don't trust me.'

'I don't trust you.'

Woahh that was an even bigger blow to the stomach. Why wouldn't he trust me? Have I done something wrong? I don't remember doing anything wrong. I have always tried my very hardest to be the best girlfriend. I make him dinner every night and always do what he wants to do. Yes I guess he walks over me a fair amount, but I just want to make him happy.

'W-what h-have I d-done?' I ask not wanting to here the answer.

'Just stop asking questions will you?' He demands in a hissed voice.

'B-but.....'

'SHUT THE F UP!! .........ARE YOU ALWAYS THIS ANNOYING?' He screams at me, slamming on the breaks as he turns into our driveway.

By this point hot, moist tears are streaming down my cheeks and my nose is running. What have I done to deserve this type of treatment? I try to rack my mind, but I can't think of anything. Ryan slams the car door, walks up the path to the front door and walks inside. Just as I'm about to walk inside the house, he stop shuts the door in my face. I try to open the door knowing that it is locked. I have no keys and there is no way I can get inside. My purse, my purse! I dash over to the car but of course my purse is locked inside of it. Shit. Now what am I meant to do. I turn around to see Ryan pacing up and down I front of the living room window pulling at his hair.

'Ryan....RYAN!!! LET ME IN!' I scream banging on the door.

'Go away.' An angry voice says from behind the door.

'W-what h-have I d-done?' I repeat choking on my tears.

'YOU WERE HANGING OUT WITH ONE DIRECTION THATS WHAT!'

'Its not like you don't hang out with other girls. And I was only with them because I was cold and tired of waiting for you!' I try and say calmly.

'Oh so it's all my fault?' He asks.

'Yes....no......I don't know, but I honestly have no idea why your mad at me.'

'And what are you saying about me hanging out with other girls?' He says changing the subject. 'Its not like I party with them, or get drunk with them and stuff. You know I wouldn't do that ..........don't you? I don't sleep with them or go home with them. I don't do any of that stuff okay. OKAY!?? DO YOU HEAR ME? I DONT DO THAT.....'

What? What is he trying to say? Has he done this stuff? Is he admitting to cheating on me? No he couldn't be. I was pretty much certain that he wouldn't do that UNTILL I hear quiet sobs from behind the door.

'Ryan?'

no answer.

'Ryan?'

Still no answer.

'Ryan, what is going on?! ANSWER ME!' I shout. I can't deal with this. He can't have cheated on me, he can't have could he?

'I-I........ I a-am s-so sorry L-Lydia.'

Those were the words that I was hoping, praying I wouldn't hear. I feel like I've been shot. My breathing quickens and gets deeper. Its like I've got asthma. I can't think straight. When? Last night? Why? Who with? Thousands of questions were swirling around in my head and I couldn't make sense of it all. I try to stand, my legs are like jelly. I have to get out of here. I can't sit on the door step crying and listening to the deep sobs and hiccups of the boy I love that come from behind the door. I finally stand. But where will I go? All my stuff is here and my parents live too far away. I don't even have a car! I know..... I pull out my phone and type in one of the most used numbers.

*ring*ring*

No answer.

*ring *ring*

'Hello?' Says the extremely familiar voice.

'L-Lizzy?' I stammer.

'Lydia! What's wrong?'

'C-can I c-come s-stay with y-you?'

'Of course you can! Come right over.'

'T-thank you.'

'Anything for you babes. Bye.'

'B-bye.' And with that she hung up.


Just as the bus drove up and I got on my phone buzzed:


One new message from: Ryan <3

Babe I'm so sorry. I messed up big time I know. I was drunk and I didn't have a clue what was going on. Please forgive me. Let me make it up to you. Can we meet up and talk about it? I'm sorry. Xoxoxoxoxoxo



Great now what am I going to do?





(Hey guys! How did you like it??? What is Lydia gunna do??? Who knows?? ;)
Love C xxx)