Dealing with heart brake

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Well I could have a better day but sadly that didn't happen and this boot is killing me. I'm on my second half a gallon of ice cream. Sitting in my room. Alone. "Ugh!!" I bury my head into my pillow. 'How could I be so stupid?' 'how am I suppost to stay strong?' 'Knock knock.' "Come in." I mumble. "Hey wanna com...." Niall trailed off. "Am I not good enough for any body?" I blurt out. "Why would somebody do that. And to me even. What did I do?" the tears had finally come. He comes over and picked me up off the bed and set me on my feet. "Listen here." He forced me to look at him. "You a beautiful and everything about you is amazing! your smile, your hair, your freaking adorable laugh, your body god your body any guy would want it. So shut up and throw that ice cream away and get ready for diner. The white dress Harry bought you." He turns and walks out. What just happened? does he really think of me that way? wait no what am I thinking? he will never feel that way. He's famous and I'm Harry's sister. I go a head and take a shower and loosely curl my hair. I slip on the showy dress and put light make up on with some white pumps. I grab my phone and head down the stairs.

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