Bad Girl Good Girl- A 1D Fanfic

Chapter 17- Departure and New Arrivals

Chapter 17- Departure and New Arrivals

-Taylor's POV-

The next morning came, and my mood was way too shitty. Due to Lauren's sudden departure, we had the day off to do as we please... Leaving me dressed in leggings, a hoodie and some vans. My hair had been scooped into a knotty bun and all but a coat of lip gloss was my makeup consistency.

"Tay, cheer up love," Harry did his best to improve my mood, but I could only focus on the final bags of Lauren's luggage being loaded into the back of a car.

He sighed at my silence, but continued to stay by me and provide comfort for me.. even if it was just silence.

As the final suitcase was packed, Lauren turned to me with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Tay? I'm so sorry for this. I don't expect you to take this easily but just know that it's ripping me apart to see you like this," The waterworks started up again, but I maintained my monotonous state.

"Goodbye," She wrapped her arms around me, and I couldn't help but do the same. I felt tears glazing at my eyes, and the reality of the situation crashed down on me harder than before.

"Goodbye Loz. And good luck," I whispered, giving out more meaning that I intended to. I pulled back and managed a shaky smile and I knew that any moment I would burst into tears, but I tried to hold them back until I headed back inside.

Lauren stepped carefully into the car, and was soon driven away, the image of her teary red eyes fixating into my head as the vehicle drove out of the reach of my eyesight.

Harry followed me back into the hotel. I don't know where all of their fans were at, but it was a relief that they weren't there to see me almost breakdown after my closest friend left me.

The moment I stepped foot into my room, the tears fell continuously from my eyes, and I grabbed the nearest pillow to sob into. My throat ached from the crying but I couldn't find it in me to stop. The worry, and guilt and sadness all dripped out of me with each falling tear.

Multiple knocks came from the door and I choked a quiet "go away".

They didn't listen.

I lifted my gaze to see the intruder, but their face was blurry from the speed they ran to me at. "Tay, don't cry," Irish accent. Niall.

There it is again, pity. The same tone I was spoken to at to many years. "Don't speak to me like that. Don't feel sorry for me," I spluttered through gritted teeth.

It's better when people are afraid of me, or laughing with me. Giving up was a reason I treat people like I do!

I could tell Niall was now stuck for words and after minutes of silence, he left, my state defeating him.

I didn't hear from anyone for the rest of the day, well apart from Paul telling me that the new arrival would be here at eleven tonight.

No matter what I did though, I couldn't bring myself to smile. But topping all my feeling of sadness and fatigue, my worry for Lauren was the most painful thing to deal with. She's only seventeen, I know that at my age I wouldn't be able to take on the role of a parent.

Especially after Gemma.

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The evening came, and I refused to cheer up my mood. Turns out that Harry eventually found me sulking, and cheered me up by watching the movies I wanted and bringing me everything I needed.

"Harry?" I turned to him, his gaze moving from the tv screen to me.

"Yeah? Do you need another drink?" His tone was low and husky from laughing at the last movie we watched.

"No, I was just wandering, how are you so good at the whole comfort thing?" Our eyes met, and he smiled slightly.

"I have a sister, been her punching bag since I could talk. So I kind of adjusted to it and now I know everything," He leaned back against the headboard, stretching his arms behind his head. "I'm guessing you didn't know that though,"

I nodded, becoming slightly more interested in the topic of his siblings. "What's her name? I'm guessing Nina or Lisa?"

"Gemma, actually," And as he said her name, I felt my heart stop.

"O-oh, really?" I stuttered, trying to cover up my shock. I don't know why I'm so surprised- all it is, is a name.

"Yeah, is everything okay?" Harry leaned forward looked me in the eye. I tried to shake it off but he saw past my facade.

"It's nothing, really. Just a headache," I poorly lied, but he let it go. (A/N- QUE FROZEN LYRICS!!)

We spent the next half hour in silence, just the sound of the film playing and our out of time breathing filled the small room. Our only interruption was an awkward look-in from Niall where he asked if I was okay, me just nodding in response, a hard expression on my face to prove that I am NOT weak.

I refuse to let my guard down to anyone... except for Loz.

"And me," Harry's voice made me jump, my head snapping in his direction at the sudden outburst.

"What did you say?" Did I actually just speak out loud?

"I said and me. You say that you only let your guard down in front of Lauren, but if you didn't let it down in front of me, you wouldn't be allowing me to comfort you with pizza and movies," He raised his eyebrows at me.

"That isn't true, it's just because we are roommates. You don't just expect me to ignore you do you?"

"Whatever, roommate," I saw him smirk from the corner of my eye, me rolling my eyes in response.

I would of gotten stuck back into our film if it wasn't for the overly obnoxious new arrival who happened to move into the next room.

"I should go and introduce myself," Harry awkwardly announced, sitting up and stretching.

"Yeah whatever. Just shut her up please?" I asked. He shook his head at my natural rude self before exiting the room.

Now what am I supposed to do? I definitely didn't want to meet the mysterious new girl so I decided to instead find a bar somewhere in the hotel.

I changed my appearance from sloppy to classy by applying a new face of makeup along with straightened hair and denim shorts with a crop top, then took the stairs down to the ground floor.

There was a clear sign reading NO UNDER 18'S, but instead I proudly patted the fake ID in my pocket and made my way in.

It was definately busier than it should of been on a weekday night, which only gave me a bigger longing for alcohol. Everyone else is having fun so why shouldn't I knock back a few and numb everything for one night.

"Hello young lady. Can I get you a drink? I personally recommend the tequila?" A tall women asked me with a large smirk.

"I'll take one of those," I asked and she wondered to the cocktail station to make it. Once she came back with the drink, I handed her a ten dollar bill and necked the shot, not even being asked for any ID.

I called the bartender back after just seconds, then pushing the shot glass in her direction. "I'm gonna need another one of those,"

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