Getting You Back

Chapter Two: Best Friends

Chapter Two: Best Friends

        My sides begin to get poked and my hair gets lifted off my shoulder. I bury myself  farther into my blankets, trying to get away from my intruder. But as I move so does the unknown person.
"Go away." I groan from my spot.
"Wake your butt up and talk to your best friend!" My head pops up from the blanket once I hear her voice. Sitting on the side of my bed and starring down at me is my best friend, Lillian Roberts. She gives me a smile, giving me the silent support I need. Her warm brown eyes look tired and her wavy blonde hair is in a bun on top of her head. I move over to make room for her on the bed too. We stay silent as we lay here yet I can here the unasked questions that are in her mind.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I look away as tears fill my eyes and my throat thickens. " I cannot help you if I don't know what happened." I take a deep breath to calm myself.
"I never thought Taylor Swift would be a problem. She seemed like the type to empower a girl not to steal someone's boyfriend." A humorless laugh escapes my lips. " The other day the phone rang and Harry's name flashed across the screen. I answered knowing it was him but it was all of them. Liam, Zayn, Louis, Danielle, Perrie, and Eleanor. They were all at dinner and Harry butt dialed." Lilly's mouth dropped open and her hands clench into fist. " 'Oh Harry, Taylor you make such a cute couple.'" I say in Eleanor's Manchester accent. 
"And here I thought the other girlfriends care for me too. But what hurts the most is that it was so easy for Zayn, Louis, and Liam to hurt me." A tear escapes my eyes but I wipe it away before it can fall down my cheek.
"What about Niall?!" A genuine smile forms on my face at the mention of my Irish friend. He was the only one who didn't go, he was the only who thought of me and couldn't do what they did. 
"He's the only one that didn't go ,he refused to hurt me." Suddenly, my phone begins to to ring and Harry's name pops up. I hold back the scream I desperately want to let go.
"Please, let me answer." Lilly reaches out for the phone. Her long fingers almost reach my iPhone but I snatch it away before she can grab it.
"Lilly no!" We begin to fight over my white iPhone. She pinches my hand causing me to loose my grip on my phone. She gives me a victory smile as she answers.
"Hey, you two timing, curly headed asshole! You're a douche bag for cheating on one of the best girls in the world! So go have fun with you rat faced, wannabe country singer of a whore. And don't call back! Bye!" She hands up and completely shuts down the phone.
"Lilly!" I jump on her and give her a big best friend hug. I wrap my arms around my best friend's neck and I just have her hold me. She pats my back and lightly sways back and forth. 
"He couldn't even get a word in." She says smugly. We begin to laugh about what just happened. I laugh so hard I cross my legs to prevent myself from peeing.
"You're the bestest, best friend on this whole entire planet."
"Even in space?" I nod my head as a she smiles.
"So now it's time for a makeover!" My smile drops from my face." Don't give me that look Halleiana Marie. This is a new start. New hair, clothes, and a new boy." I flinch at the last bit. It's hard to even think about being with someone who is not Harry.
"Okay, not the boy. But you know what I mean. Start out fresh. New twitter and Instagram names." My eyes travel to my computer. I need to move on, the more I dwell on it, the more I will keep holding on to something that isn't there.
"Okay, let's do it!" I jump up from my spot and grab my computer. I turn it on and instantly go to Twitter. Right when I sign in my icon is mocking me. In the picture Harry has his arms around my waist as he holds me from behind. His lips are pressed to my cheek as I look into the camera. Then the background picture is of all of us. My heart tugs a bit. Things will be different now. There won't be trips to London or surprising Harry at gigs. There won't be endless baby talk with my little Luxy. There won't be concerts with Ed anymore. With one click of the mouse I change my icon to me and the background to Lilly and I with our friends. Automatically, with these two slight changes to my profile tweets come in. 
Halle, what's happening?
Why is Harry begging
He hurt you, didn't he?
The last one sticks out to me the most. It wasn't a question like the rest of the tweets coming in, it was a statement. Rather than asking what I did or what was happening, this person knew that it was him. Was it that obvious to other's what was going on? Was I the only one who couldn't see what was happening right in front of my very own eyes? I put my hands to the keys and respond. I shouldn't have to respond back to something like this but who ever this person is cares enough to know that I didn't our relationship. He or she cared enough to think about me rather than placing all the blame on me. 
Yes, he did and so did others I thought I could trust.
I look at my twitter name, Halleiana_Martinez_Styles and I nearly cry at the sight of it. He changed it when I wasn't looking one day. We were both cuddled in his bed in his flat, hiding from the London rain, when he put in the name himself. When I saw the finished product of the name I shook my head and tried to change it. We fought in the sheets for an hour, my hands slapping his away from the keys and he picking me up and throwing me across the bed. Finally, he begged me with his puppy green eye and asked me not to change it. I sit back against my bed post and I think for a moment of what my name could be, what can replace the name I once loved. A new, simpler, name hits me. I change my name to Halleiana_Marie. It is merely my name but it is a name that doesn't contain his.
"Step one complete!" Lilly yells as she looks over my shoulder at my computer. With some weight lifted off my shoulders, I stand straight up and look at my waiting best friend. Lilly squeezes my hand comfortably then pushes me towards my closet. I head into my closet and change into presentable clothes. I simply put on joggers, white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. As I pass the mirrors, I refuse to look at my reflection. I refuse to look at the changes that have suddenly come over me. Seeing the purples bags that are under my eyes and my now pale skin will only make me want to crawl beneath my blankets and hide.  
"Come on, lets spend money." Lilly pulls me out of the closet by my hand. She grabs her purse and mine as we run pass my bed. Right as we both run out the door, we are stopped by my mom's tall frame standing in the threshold.  She looks directly at me and smiles. She nods her head,telling me she heard everything. I can feel her eyes going up and down my frame, taking in my attempt to get out of bed and to put real clothes on rather than my t-shirt and shorts. She moves her arm from across her chest and sticks her hand out. There, in between her fingers, is her black card.

"Go on. Take the card." I let go of Lilly and wrap my arms around my mom. I snuggle myself into her warmth and relax when her arms come around me. Her fingers smooth out my tangled, wavy hair.  
"I love you mommy." She squeezes me tighter to her, allowing me to hold in the tears that threaten to slip out. She rest her cheek on the top of my head and begins to press kisses on to the top of my head.
"I love you more, now go on." With a kiss on my cheek she pushes me out the door.
*Time lapse*
We walk back into my house tired and heavily weighed down with shopping bags. My fingers are red from the handles of the bag and my feet hurt from all the walking that we've done. 
"Mom, we are back." I yell out as we head towards the staircase. Once I make it to my room I drop the bags onto my bed. Unlike before we left, I look into the mirror across from me. Staring back at me is not the girl I refused to look at before I left. Normally, I am not one to do extremes with my hair but today I had the stylist ombre the tips of my chocolate brown hair. The color makes my blue eyes pop and makes my pale skin look creamier rather than a deathly pale. The change is nice but I wish something else other than this would of caused it.
"You look amazing." I break my eyes away from the mirror and look up at Lilly. She stands beside me with her arms folded across her chest and her victory smile across her face. I have no words to say to her so I smile at Lilly.
"Thank you." Lilly picks up my phone, types in the password she memorized the day I got it and begins to press on the apps that are on there.
"Twitter picture time." I feel an ice cold chill go through me at the mention of a picture. By taking this picture I am telling the world that I am moving on, that I am okay. But in reality, I am not. Being in this state is not what I want for myself. I take a deep breath and make my way over to her. I place myself by Lilly, wrap my arm around her shoulder, and smile at the camera. With the click of the camera she pulls the phone away and begins the changes that I don't know if I am ready for.