Tragically Beautiful

Chapter 15: It's Okay To Cry Sometimes

Ally's POV

I wake up to the screeching sound of my alarm clock. Groaning, I throw the covers back from my body and smash my hand down onto the annoying device, silencing its ghostly cries.

I nestle back down into my warm covers, trying to fall back asleep. I had finally drifted off in the early hours of the morning, only when Harry had stopped begging me to let him in. If Iris would've been here, she would've kicked him right out of the building, but she had spent the night at Elise's apartment.

Sighing, I swing my feet out of my bed and onto the floor, sleep unable to overcome me. I have no energy to do anything today, and I feel like absolute shit. Had I been that stupid to think Harry had put his old habits behind him? I silently laugh to myself as I plait my hair loosely, throwing it over my shoulder. I grab one of my flannels hanging out on a hanger in my closet, along with a white tank top and a pair of high-rise denim shorts.

I try multiple times to get my contacts in, but my eyes are just too swollen from crying. My glasses sit on the sink, triumphantly laughing in my face and reminding me that they're my only chance at seeing a god damn thing today.

After I run a washcloth over my face, I decide to put on some actual make up today, just because I look like I woke up in a ditch on the side of the road. I brush a few layers of my mascara across my eyelashes and smooth on foundation that instantly hides that dark circles under my eyes. To top it all off, I add a little color to my cheeks with a pink blush, and color to my lips with a subtle pink gloss.

I check the mirror one time, debating whether or not to keep my sleeves rolled up or if I should roll them down. Grabbing my bag and lacing up my combat boots, I tug down the sleeves of my flannel, covering the entire length of my arms.

As I swing the door open, a small gasp leaves my mouth at the sight in front of me.

Harry is slumped down against the wall, sound asleep. Soft snores escape his pink, plump lips, and his curls fall sloppily over his forehead. I've seen Harry asleep a couple of times, but something is different this time. There's small traces of a frown hiding in his bruised features, and I want so badly for it to go away.

Images of Savanna standing against the door frame in just a bra and panties flash before my eyes, how she smirked at me and then looked at him with such lustful eyes. I push the horrible thoughts out of my mind as I silently close the door behind me, careful not to wake his soundless slumber.

It's warmer than usual when I step outside, and the sun instantly warms my skin and blinds my eyes. I squint through my glasses, walking under as many shaded areas of the sidewalk as I can.

So much for being able to see.

As soon as I walk through the doors of the bistro, I immediately spot Zayn sitting in his usual seat near the big window in the front of the small restaurant. The moment his eyes lock on me, a big white grin spreads across his face and he waves me over. I force a smile back at him just to be nice, and I take the metal chair across from him. When I meet his gaze, he is no longer smiling, and a look of worry resides in his face.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asks with a small smile. I nod my head, avoiding his worried gaze.

"Oh come on Ally, you're not fooling anyone-"

"I don't want to talk about it," I snap, a little more harshly than I intended too.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap," I quickly apologize, but he only shakes his head and flashes me another bright smile.

"It's okay, I get the same way," he assures me. I force myself to meet his gaze, and just looking at his big caramel-brown eyes suddenly brightens my mood. Then, as if he just remembered something important, Zayn snaps his fingers together and his smile grows even bigger.