Faking Love (One Direction)

Chapter 30

I made lunch for all of them and they ate it happily. After lunch we all sat down amd watched tv for awhile.

"I'm hungry" Niall stated and put his head on Liam's shoulder.

"You just ate!" Zayn laughed.

"And now I'm hungry!" he said mocking him.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window to the backyard. I saw my studio standing there and I got really excited. I forgot it was there! I squealed and ran upstairs.

"Whatcha doin'?" Louis asked.

"Hang on!" I said getting up and changing into my dance clothes.

I came back down and they all let out a quiet 'ohhhh' and nodded. I walked across the warm lawn and into the studio. I smiled widely and took a deep breathe. I went over and plugged in my phone so I could start dancing.

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*~ONE MONTH LATER~*

I was lying in my bed just mouping. You would think I would've gotten better after I visited my mom but they didn't, they actually got worse. I didn't want to get out of bed or off the couch unless it was to dance, and dance want even helping me anymore. Melissa walked by my door and stopped. She sighed heavily and came in.

"Ava, what's happening to you?" she asked concerned and rubbing my back.

"I don't know, my whole life has gone down hill and it won't go back up" I said finally admitting it and a felt a tear shed. She sighed.

"Ava, you need to see this" she said and grabbed my laptop. She typed in some stuff and then an interview of the boys popped up.

"I've seen interviews before Mel," I told her.

"This is from last week, look" she said pointing to Harry. I didn't wanna look but she turned my face to look. I looked at him so lifeless, his eyes were hollow and droopy, his expression blank and unable to read, his hair flat and kind of straight looking, his skin was pale and sickly looking. I didn't that to him, me, Avalon Payne, did that to him. The tears started to roll down and Melissa hugged me.

"Watch it" she said and I nodded.

"So boys, I know all of the world wants to know, who's taken and who's single?" a perky red head asked, clearly the interviewer.

"I'm single" Niall said

"Taken" Zayn

"Taken" Louis

"Single" Liam

"Harry what about you? I saw you were dating Liam's younger sister Avalon before? Are you still with her?" she asked seeing that Harry wasn't answering.

"Uh. No, I'm uh, single" he said dully and I cried. All the life was drained out of him. I did that. Melissa grabbed me and hugged me tightly.

"You need to get back together with him, it's best for both of you" she told me.

"But he cheated on me, I could never trust him again" I told her. She shook her head.

"Don't you see how much he loves you?!" she screamed "He would never cheat on you Avalon!" she shouted.

I started to cry again, Melissa never got worked up. Ever. She was always so calm and bubbly. I had to leave this place, I could go dance. Yes, I'll dance. Maybe dancing will help. It's worth a try right? I got up and Melissa left. I put on my dance clothes still letting the tears fall and I walked downstairs.

"Avalon! What's wrong?" Liam asked and tried to come over to me but Melissa stopped him.

"Let her go" I heard her tell him and I walked out of the door.

I walked into the studio and plugged in my phone. I picked the song this time. I put on Missing by Evansence and walked to the center. I danced to it and still cried.

Please, please forgive me

But I won't be home again

Maybe someday you'll look up

And very conscious you'll say to no one 'Isn't something missing?'

You won't cry for my absence I know

You forgot me long ago

Am I that unimportant?

Am I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You won't try for me I know

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone

Isn't someone missing me?

The song ended and I curled up into a bawl and cried. I felt arms wrap around me and I looked up through my blurry eyes and saw Liam. I was about to speak but he spoke instead.

"Shhhh I know, I know" he said and rocked me back and fourth, letting me sob into his shirt.