The Way Things Work

Chapter Six

You walked into the bathroom and stared at yourself in disgust. 'Why must I be such a pathetic fat and ugly bitch?' You thought to yourself. 'I hate myself.' The pain turned into a violent moment of rage as you drew your hand back and threw it at the mirror. You shrieked as your hand and the glass made contact in sure pain.

"SAM!" Sarah barged through the door. "Oh my God." She muttered and rushed to your side.She had rested your head on her chest as she rocked your limp body back and forth. "Baby, no, please don't. I know that now there is no chance of you believing me but you are beautiful, even more so tonight-"

"Oh my-" Liam stared at the shattered glass and your bloody hand. 

"Liam would you be able to seek a first aid kit?"

"O-Of course." He swiftly left and walked over to the table; he was as pale as a ghost.

"What happened?" Paul rose and placed a careful hand on his shoulder. 

"She-She must have hit t-the mirror, and her hand-theres blood everywhere." He murmured as though he were going to be physically ill.

"Oh my-maybe we should see if-" Zayn started.

"No, I think that Sarah wants her alone right now. She was just so-so hurt and so broken, how could you Harry?"

"I didn't think tha-"

"EXACTLY! YOU DIDN'T THINK!" Eleanor shouted over the table as Louis restrained her.

"I-I know." He almost seemed genuinely ashamed and almost guilty.

"I just need to bring back a first aid kit." Liam finally regained his strength and stood.

The waitress brought over a small kit and Liam briskly walked back to the bathroom. "Sarah?" He walked through he door and placed the kit in the sink. "He is so wrong about you." He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and on Sarah's cheek and walked out. You were feeling so guilty that she wasn't even able to enjoy that small moment because she was too concerned with your well-being. But you still sat, you sat in silence as there were no words.

"Sarah?" You quivered.

"Yeah babe?"

"Can I go home, get changed and come back?" All you could focus on was how terrible the dress must have made you look.

"No need."

"Sarah, please I-"

"No, I meant that I've brought an extra set of clothes." She giggled. She handed you a pair of waist roll sweats in the color grey and a light blue logo t-shirt. She then proceeded to hand out and identical shirt with black sweats.

"Why two?"

"Because I know how much you really hate standing out." She smiled. "Let's fix you up, oh and take the other." She extended her hand out toward you, and on the palm rested a small white capsule. You slowly nodded and ddid as directed. She washed and bandaged your hand, and for extra support, she wrapped it all in an ACE bandage. "Just to be sure." She winked.

"Thanks." A small smile escaped your lips. 

"It really is no problem babe. I love you." She drew you in for a hug and it felt nice.

"I love you too."

"Arms up!" She yelled ad you did as told. She pulled your dress over your head, revealing your pale, hourglass waist and pink bra and panties. "You really are beautiful and have a figure others would kill for." She gawked to no prevail.

"Agree to disagree?" You joked.

"Only this time." She laughed. You both fully changed and walked out of the bathrooms arm and arm. "Switch seats with me?" She gestured toward her seat.