My body was tired. All the tears from last night drained all the energy from my body and mind. I turned over in my bed and saw my mom moving around our room, getting ready for the day.
“Good morning. How was last night?” she asked and I couldn’t hold back the tears again. I could hear my mom gasp and hurry over to my side. I managed to tell her what happened at the club between sobs and she rubbed my back to comfort me. My breathing started to quicken and she put her hands on the side of my face.
“Just breathe Lydia. Shhhh, it’s going to be okay. Just breathe. Deep breaths.”
I followed her instructions. Before Harry, my mom was the only one who had the ability to calm me down during a panic attack.
“Are you sure he’s with her?” my mom timidly asked, referring to the picture I told her about.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, my tears staining my cheeks.
My mom looked at me with concern all over her face. I hated seeing her look so upset over my current state because it had been my job for so long to make sure she was okay, not the other way around.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” she said, pushing my hair off of my forehead.
“I just thought that maybe he did like me. I should have known better,” I said, the emotion gone from my voice. I just wanted to go back to sleep. That way I wouldn’t have to worry about Harry’s face running through my mind. He made me feel weak and I didn’t like it.
My mom kept comforting me and keeping me calm for the next couple of hours.
“Honey, I need to go to the venue to set up a bit. Do you want to just stay here?”
I nod weakly while staring off into space. My mom got up and gave me a loving kiss on the forehead.
“I’ll come back right when I’m done, okay? I love you sweetheart,” she said as she leaned down to give me a loving kiss on the forehead. She walked towards the door and I heard it close.
My body was frozen and unwilling to move. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt numb.
I hated how this whole situation made me feel. I know Harry was in no way, shape, or form tied down to me but from his actions, I had gained a little bit of hope that maybe he liked me. He got close to me, became my best friend. That’s why this all hurt so much. He knew so much about me and I had opened up to him, only to be hurt by it all. I had gotten my hopes up and let my feelings for him build. He didn’t even have the decency to tell me about this girl. It hurt seeing the one I loved with somebody else. I should have known better. Harry probably only saw me as a friend and nothing more.
Where had that blonde girl been lately? I would’ve seen her around but I hadn’t. Maybe Harry only flirted with me because he was bored or missed his blonde bimbo of a girlfriend.
At that thought, the pain spread throughout my body and I wrapped my arm around my stomach. I could feel it threatening to tear me apart as the tears began to fall again.
Mia James. Her name was Mia James. I hated to admit that she was pretty but she also had that permanent look on her face that said “I’m a bitch”. But of course Harry would go for a model. How predictable. My body ached with the hurt that I felt. I would never be good enough for Harry Styles and he would never want me.
