Numbered

Chapter 4: Real

I sat in silence and shock as a stared at the screen. My eyes glazed over and my face pale as if the life had been sucked right out of me. My mothers hand had released its grip on mine and was now covering her mouth as if to cover up the sound she was begging to release. I had never expected a high number, for I didn't find my self beautiful in any way. But i did not expect a low number either especially one as low as... a 3...

 Well that was something no one expected. It was rare for anyone to get below a 4, because the average was about a 6, and 4 was pushing it. But once you reached the threes you were no longer normal, or average, you were below that. Below everyone else, as if you had less of a right to live on this earth then anyone else. It was complete and utter bullshit.

As I sat with my mouth slightly open, it slowly became dry and my breathing was becoming hoarse. My hair was nothing compared to how it started off My lipstick was barely noticeable, and my mascara had left little marks on my eye lids from where i have rubbed them repeatedly. So you could say I resembled a 3, a messed up unworthy soul with no future, a 3.

" Sonnet Woodlin" my name was repeated.

Shaking out of my shock and back into the world I looked up at the announcer. His eyes looked tired and confused, as if he did not understand why this had happened to me. Holding his gaze with me for split second I saw the slightest tint of " I'm sorry" In this eyes, thanks. I said quietly in my head as if someone might here me.

Becoming aware that i was expected to stand up and go to the stage now began to do so. The only thing was my legs would not move, the just sat there more paralyzed then my mind.

Sonnet get up now. I urged my self to stand up so I did not make my self look like more of an idiot.

After a long struggle I manged to stand on my feet. My 4 inch heels seemed suddenly unbearable as I barely stood up.  It felt like i was standing there forever trying to regain my balance, but I know that it has only been a mere 10 seconds sense my number had appeared on the screen. The number that had made its first impression by confusing the room full of people. As I stood there I managed to  catch a few glimpses of some of their faces, I was certainly surprised by what I saw. The expressions were a mix of confusion, shock and anger. The anger coming from a few faces made me feel a little at ease, I am not sure why I guess I just felt like I had them on my side, and that was a relief. 

When my gaze slowly turned from the people back to the stage I was interrupted by a voice that quickly began to echo through the room, making my ears ring and my head pound more than they already were. I searched for the source of noise on stage but the announcer just stood wide eyed giving a terrified look to the back of the room. More strands of hair fell down from my bun as I whipped around to see a tall figure standing a few rows back from, his hands gripped the chair in front of him so tightly I could almost see it breaking. Immediately recognizing him from early my head flooded with the recent memories of the way he watched me so intently, making me feel golden and new.

The man opened his mouth again and the room repeated the ringing sound that had clouded all my senses, except this time I could make out his words.

" ARE YOU INSANE? A 3? REALLY? DO YOU PEOPLE NOT HAVE ANY SLIVER OF HUMANITY LEFT IN YOU?!" You could almost smell the rage radiating off of his body.

" SHE IS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING BUT YOU ARE SO CAUGHT UP IN YOUR FUCKING GAME AND CONTROLLING EVERYONE THAT YOU DO NOT CARE DO YOU?"

The whole crowd had now turned to the young man and some people were even video taping him.

" THE NERVE OF YOU PEOPLE IS SICK AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU CAN TELL KENT TO GO FUCK HIMSELF AND HIS STUPID NUMBERS."  I put my hand to my mouth biting my lip and trying to make sense of what the hell was happening.

The young man kicked away the empty chair the he had just broken from his anger and began to storm to the huge doors that everyone had entered from. When he reached them he put his hands on the doors as if he were going to push them open, but he did not move. Instead he slowly turned his head and focused his emerald eyes on to me.  I tried to avoid his glare but I found my self drawn into him and soon I was staring right back at him. He seemed to sigh and lightly shake his head as if he felt pity for me. I gulped trying to get rid of the lump in my throat, but it only grew bigger.

Before I knew it the 13 foot tall doors were swung wide open and the boy was no where to be seen. He almost seemed to vanish in mid air, as if i has hallucinated it all, but I knew that wasn't true, what just happened was real. He was real.

He was more real then anything, the boy with curly hair, green eyes and a towering height. The boy who had stood up for me, or at least that stood up against the actions that were being placed on me. The boy was real and his name was Harry Styles.

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A/N

Hi guys!I hope you enjoy this chapter, yes I know its like only a page but that is because i did not want to pu to much action in to one chapter. But also i am going to post the next chapter some point today :) so you will get two chapter today.

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