The Truth or Dare (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Part 22

Alex POV

“I’m a terrible person.” I muffled while hugging Ellie.

“No you’re not; you’re doing this for us-so that we are not homeless.” She rubbed my back.

I pulled out of her embrace and walked over to the couch, “Well, I’m his girlfriend now; looks like Mr Daniel got what he wanted.”

She let out a sigh, “Alex, I think you should go get ready, if you’re going to go shopping with Eleanor.”

“Yeah, I guess I should.” I wiped the tears off my face and went to my room to pick out some clothes.

I needed to stop crying, but I couldn’t stop the tears flowing out of my eyes. I just felt terrible.

Stripping out of my clothes, I hoped into the shower and welcomed the cold sensation against my skin. I could finally breathe. Swiftly, I washed my hair and body before rinsing off and getting out of the shower.

Once I was out, I dried my hair and body before sliding on a jumper and some black leggings. It was quite cold outside, so I decided to wear dark make up, just to suit the scene. 

I looked over myself in the mirror- nodding at my outfit. That was when I saw the scars, I brang my wrist up and brushed over the now- healing scars.

So much bad memories were brought back, so much pain and so much guilt. Flashbacks of Niall kissing me and forcing me to cut him instead of myself, brought tears. He actually cared for me, yet, I’m betraying him.

Sniffing, I checked the time on my phone. Eleanor should be here in 5 minutes.

I placed my phone, purse and make-up into my handbag before sliding on some converse and stepping out of my bedroom.

“Hey,” George greeted, “where were you last night? You got Ellie and I worried sick.”

“I was at Niall’s hotel,” I shrugged, “sorry for making you guys worried.”

“Cheer up Alex,” he gave me a sympathetic smile, “a month will be over before you know it.”

“He’ll hate me,” I mumbled.

“Why do you care? I thought you didn’t like One Direction? I thought you liked 5SOS?” George gave me a confused look.

“George- correction, I like One Direction but I love 5SOS.” I chuckled a little, even though the ache inside my chest wasn’t planning to go anywhere.

“Right, right,” he laughed before getting serious again, “I miss the old Alex.”

I puffed out a sigh, “I’m still here.”

“No,” he laughed, “the old Alex- you used to be so cheery and happy.”

Oh George, I was never happy…

Right on cue, there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” I walked over to the door to open it.

“Hey! Ready to go?” Eleanor beamed.

“Yeah! Let’s go!” I pretended to sound happy.

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“Oh my god, you have to try this on,” Eleanor was eyeing a dress- for 5 minutes straight.

Right now we were in Forever 21, and so far Eleanor had about 10 bags in her hand while I had none.

“I don’t think it would suit me,” I groaned.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Try it on!” Eleanor pushed me into the shop.