Wasted

Chapter 51

*Maddy's POV*

Alison pulls me with her into Walmart. Walking in the first shop that catches her grey eyes. We race past the skirts and dresses, well Alison races, me on the other hand already gave up and I already sit down in the sofa nearby the changing-rooms. I watch her filling her arms with clothes I guess are nice. Time to time she comes to me, dropping the clothes she chose on my lap just to turn around and start again where she'd ended. And that's how shopping with Ali always goes.

"We're trying these on." Alison smiles. She walks past me to the dressing rooms. I let out a breath before coming out of my chair and follow behind her. She already disappeared behind one of the curtains. I do the same and try on one of the dresses she chose for me. It's a light grey one, long sleeved, reaching just above my knees.

I walk out of the dressing room to find Alison in front of the mirrors, she's wearing a light pink dress with short sleeves and fitting heels. Her hair is still into her ponytail on one shoulder and she looks breathtaking.

"Nah." She says and turn around to me, asking for my opinion. "What do you mean? Nah? It looks fabulous!"

"You think?"

"Who thinks not is blind."

"Thanks," she whispers.

"What you think?" I ask, walking past her to take a look in the mirror. She smiles, not because she thinks it's funny but because she's happy she could get my mind off of Louis. She's happy to see me smiling again cause when we're honest, that's been a while.

"Not bad, maybe too grey." She says, her finger between her lips. "We're trying to make you happy again, nit make you even more of a grey mouse than you already are." Alison jokes.

"Good point."

"Changeee!" She laughs and jumps back in one of the changing rooms.

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"I'm happy with what I bought." I say. "You?" I ask Alison, she's carrying one bag in each of her hands. She bought the pink dress like I told her to. It was just too perfect. "Me too." She smiles. "A guy to carry the bags would be nice." On that moment both of our gazes catch Harry, and he's not alone. He's arguing with someone, I can't see who. He seems pretty upset.

"Who is he talking to?"

"No idea."

"Let's go and check it out."

"And how were you going to do that?" I ask her. "Without being noticed?"

"I don't know yet." She admits and walks away. I follow her after letting out a breath. But as we get closer and closer I start to recognize the person. What the hell !?

Harry is shouting at Miley, his eyes are cold and his fists turned white out of anger. His veins grow wide and he runs one of his hands through his messy curls in frustration. Miley is just standing there, grinning, blowing bubbles with her gum.

I hate her. I don't know her for that long and not personal at all but god I hate her.

I try to push my hate aside. How does Harry know Miley? And most of all for what reason is he yelling at her like this?

Alison is still approaching the duo, she's walking a few meters in front of me. She hides behind two large plastic plants, not far from where Harry's standing. We can hear him shouting very clearly from here.

"You ruined everything for him! He finally found someone worth it and you blow everything with all your shit! Just leave him alone!"

"It was his own choice!" The blond one defends herself.