Georgia Rose

Chapter 19- never good enough

Chapter 19

Louis POV:

I hear Harry screaming out my name, and I look to see him running towards me.

"Lily...she...she's cheating on you " He pants.

"Georgia...she hit me..."

"Woah, woah, mate, calm down a little." I put my hands up.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Are you insane this is madness I mean Lily and Georgia and everything-" he yells.

"Wait... What?" I ask.

"She....cheated on you" he stutters.

Madness fills me. After everything that we have been through, she cheats on me!

I storm out. I need to get away from everyone and everything.

I walk down the street and around the corner. There is a club a couple blocks away.

Nobody will notice me, so why not get my mind off of this horrible position I'm stuck in. As soon as I enter, the music fills my ears.

Georgia POV:

I'm getting really worried about lily, she's been out for a while. She's not answering her phone and I need to make sure she's alright.

I need to call someone. I can't call Harry because he's the reason she isn't here, that douchedick. I'll just call Niall.

I reach for my phone up and call Niall.

"Hey" Niall voice echoes through the phone.

"I need your help" I get straight to the point.

"Oh, what's up?" He asks.

"It's Lily, she's been out for ages and hasn't come back" I quietly sob into the phone.

"I'm sure she'll be home soon" Niall says, but his voice is unconvincing.

"No, please come over. I need someone to help me find her" I reply.

"Okay, I'll be there soon babe" he says and I hung up.

5 minutes later...

I hear the lift open, so I run to the front door. I swing it open and Niall stumbles in.

I close the door behind him and he wraps me up in a tight bear hug.

"She'll be okay" He whispers into my hair as we slowly walk out of the flat to find my best friend.

Lily's POV (from the end of the last chapter):

I just wanted to die, just curl up into a ball and die. Why would he do this? Did I do something wrong? Or maybe I just wasn't good enough, I never was and never will be.

I was a mistake, someone who wasn't supposed to come into the world, but did.

All my life I've been called slut, fat, whore, ugly, and the list goes on.

Every time those comments were directed at me, I believed them. If everyone believed it, then it must be true, right?

So now I'm here, sitting in a bathtub filled with cold water. I was still fully clothed, but completely drenched.

Whenever I'm upset, I grab a razor from my bathroom drawer, make a couple cuts over my body and get into an ice cold bath. The water helps keep the wounds open for a little while.

Georgia would usually end up finding me after doing this, but she never came.

I wonder where Georgia is...