The Makeover (One Direction)

Tortured & Restless

Wussup. I like tacos. Okay, so this is my very first fanfic so I hope you like it!

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Ugh. It was Monday. I hate Mondays. EVERYBODY hates Mondays! I slammed my fist down on the beeping alarm clock and got up. I went into the bathroom. I looked terrible! I had dark bags underneath my brown eyes. I decided to take a quick shower before school. I stripped out of my pajamas and turned on the shower head. I let the hot, steaming water make it's way down my back. I quickly shampooed my hair and scrubbed my body. I turned the water off and grabbed a towel. I applied a normal amount of makeup which consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and foundation to cover up the scars on my face. I added my favorite glossy pink lip gloss. Leaving my bathroom, I walked into my walk-in closet. I looked through my clothes searching for a presentable outfit. I settled on a baggy pink shirt with bows all over it and my favorite pair of blue skinny jeans. I wasn't much of a girly-girl. I quickly brushed out the tangles in my long brown hair and tied it in a ponytail. I slipped on my big black glasses, grabbed my school bag and made my way downstairs. I spotted my mom in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Hey mom!" I greeted her as I made my way to the fridge. "Good morning, darling." She said smiling up at me from her newspaper. My mom works as the manager of all of the Forever 21 stores so we get free clothes. My dad left us when he found out my mom was pregnant with me. We live in a HUGE mansion with 10 bedrooms and a bathroom in each. I grabbed a granola bar and slipped on my pink TOMS. I said goodbye to my mom and started walking to school. I didn't have much friends at school because of...them. After they spread rumors about me, everyone stopped talking to me. Even my closest 'friends' left me. The whole school bullies me.

I stepped into the building and walked to my locker. The word "SLUT" was written across my locker in red spray paint. I sighed and opened my locker pulling out my binder and books. Just as I was about to close my locker, a felt a sharp paint come in contact with my leg. I fell to the ground in pain. Looking up, I saw HIM. Harry Styles. He kicked me.

"Hey bitch." He said smirking. Oh no, this can't be good. "What do you want, Harry?" I said trying to hold in my tears.

The bell rang and everyone made their way to class. Whew, saved by the bell! Harry was still standing there. Looking down at me.

"Meet me behind the school at 3pm or you'll face the consequences." Harry said his words filled with anger. I gulped and nodded. He made his way to class and I stood up. Uh oh.