The Makeover (One Direction)

Used and Abused

Woohoo! Second chapter!! Please comment! :D -Nat

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Alexa's POV

The final bell rang, taunting me with it's loud ring. School is over and now I'm supposed to meet Harry behind the school. He's going to beat me up because I've been ignoring him all day. Here we go... I slowly walked out the back door of the school. I started looking around for Harry but he was no where in sight. All of a sudden, I came in contact with the brick wall. My head started throbbing and I was being punched repeatedly in the stomach. The tears started falling, one by one. I was in such pain. I looked up to see who was abusing me repeatedly and there stood Harry with blood on his white v-neck. Probably mines. His curls were a mess and I started right into his green eyes. I saw something in them, something... different. I saw pain.

Harry's POV

I threw one last punch in Alexa's gut. She was crying her eyes out. But I didn't care. Why should I care? We used to best friends. Until I saw her one day with a guy...kissing. I felt sick to my stomach. I was jealous. I took all of my anger out on her. I stood up and looked down at her fragile body. She was covered in blood. I didn't care though, she deserved it. I decided I've beat her up enough for one day and I went home.

Alexa's POV

He just left me there. Covered in my own blood. In pain. I checked the time on my phone. It read 3:30pm. I should go home before my mom gets worried. I stood up and instantly felt a rush of pain overcome my body. Holding my stomach from the pain, I limped my way home.

Once I arrived at my house, I ran to my room and locked the door. I cried. And cried... and cried. Once I was done I went into the bathroom and stared at the mirror, shocked at my reflection. My face was brusing and blood was gushing from my stomach. I lifted up my shirt and saw the many bruises. I cleaned off the blood and applied foundation to cover up the bruies on my face. I heard a knock at the door. I hid the evidence of any sign of blood away. My mom didn't need to know that Harry physically AND emotionally abused me. I opened the door to see a worried expression on her face.

"Honey, are you alright?" She said, worry filling her voice.

"Yes, mom. I'm fine." I lied through my teeth. I was not fine. Far from it. I was a mess.

"Well, the Styles' are coming over for dinner so wear something nice." She left the room to prepare dinner.

I sighed. Just great. Harry is coming over for dinner. Probably so he can beat me up at my own house. I walked into my walk-in closet and searched for the perfect outfit. I changed into a white v-neck and dark skinny jeans. I re-applied to perfect amount of makeup. It was only 5:30, so I decided to start on my homework.

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I must have been really concentrating on my homework because I didn't notice anyone come into my room until I heard a husky voice.

"Hey bitch."