My Whole Fake Life (One Direction)(CANCELLED)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Lydia's POV

I sneakily tip toe down the stairs to the front door. I really hope no one will see me.

As I lay my hand on the door knob, I get this weird deja vu feeling. I don't recall of ever doing anything like this before. I shrug it off and open the door as quietly as humanly possible.

I walk out into the fresh air as the sun hides behind the houses across from me. It's going to be dark soon. I better start walking. But where to?

As if instinct took in place, I take a left and walk straight for a couple blocks. Somehow, I ended up at a hair salon. It looked really tacky and old. I know I want to dye my hair blonde, but should I really do it here?

I sigh and decide against my better judgment. I open the door and the bell chimes.

A girl that had jet black pixie hair walked up to me. She even smiled like she knew me.

"Hey Lydia! I haven't seen you in a while." She grabs hold of me and hugs me. What?

"Hi..." I start to say, but I have no idea how to end it. What's her name?

"Clarice." She finishes for me. She gives me a worried look.

Oh what the hell, I'll just explain it all to her.

"You better sit down Clarice, cause it's going to take a few minutes to explain." I push her into a chair.

*A couple minutes later*

"So you're telling me that you lived a whole other life, dumped this one, and you're brother is trying to hide you?" Clarice sums everything up.

"Yeah, pretty much." I leave out the One Direction part. It would be too embarrassing.

"That's messed up." She says.

"Tell me about it."

"So, why did you come here?" She asks me.

"Well, I want to change my hair from this brown, curly mess into straight, blond hair." I look at the counter and see she sells colored contacts.

"Oh, can I buy a pair of dark brown contacts too?" I point to the counter.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asks me.

"Positive." I look into her eyes to show how serious I am.

"Alright, take a seat over there." She points to the first chair on the right.

I walk over to it and sit. This is so exciting! I'm going to look like my old self again!

Clarice comes up from behind and examines my hair.

"Well, it isn't going to be easy." She states.

"Do whatever you have to do." I tell her.

"Follow me. We're going to have to wash your hair first." I get up from my seat and walk to the back with her.

I settle down in the black, leather seat and lean my head back. The warm water hits my hair and deflates my curls.

"How do I know you?" I ask her as she massages my head with shampoo.

"You were 13 years old when we met. You came here to my salon asking me to chop off all your hair. I had just turned 20, so I was pretty much looking for easy money. I was going to do it too, but I really thought that would be a new low for me. So, I denied of course and you kept insisting.

"I knew you were upset, and being the nosy person I am, I asked you. You spilled everything to me, about how you were positive you were in love with this blonde boy, but he had a girlfriend. I gave you some good advice and ever since you kept visiting me, until 2 years ago. I thought maybe you figured everything out and didn't need me anymore."