When Wrong Goes Right

Chapter 30

CHAPTER THIRTY

LINDSEY'S POV

(Lindsey's song is Take Me Away by Avril Lavigne.)

I screamed as loud as I could, taking advantage of the empty apartment. Tears streamed down my face and I let out the pain of loving someone and realizing they don't love you back.

When will it stop?

Why won't it?

Of all of the people this could have happened to, it's happening to me. And I can't stop it!

After what seemed like hours, I finally managed to crawl out of my bed and in to the bathroom. I ran a bath, locked the door tight, and blasted my music. I wanted to forget the pain.

The heartbreak.

Listening to their cute conversations, her not even knowing that he was madly in love with her. Her not realizing that she was hurting me deeply.

I know my anger is misdirected, but how could I not be furious with Malorie? She's so ignorant.

I stripped quickly, stepping in to the scalding hot water. The heat numbed my body, and I sighed. I scrubbed my face with a washcloth until my skin was raw and red. Strangely, the pain made me feel an instant of relief, and I found myself craving it.

Crying more, thinking about his face, his laugh, his smile, I roughly washed my hair, practically ripping through knots as I ran the shampoo and conditioner through it. Then I took a loofah and loaded it with vanilla scented body wash, lathering myself up until I couldn't see my unattractive skin.

After I was satisfied with the pain, feeling like I had all of the grime off of my dead skin, I slowly got out and changed. I put on my makeup, making myself look extra attractive. I then put on a pair of tight black jeggings, a pair of cheetah print flats, and a bright blue v-neck with a white infinity scarf. I twisted my hair up in to a ballerina bun and left my bangs out, curling them and then spiraling the ends in to my bun. I grabbed my pea-coat and beanie, as well as my purse.

The front door opened.

“Lindsey?” Malorie's voice rang out. I cringed.

“Yes?” I said, faking a happy voice.

“Harry and I ran in to each other at the park. I'm going to step out to call Niall, would you mind keeping him company for a moment?” She said, winking at me. I grit my teeth and forced a smile, nodding. Harry grinned at me and went to sit on the couch.

“Tea, Harry?” I asked, walking in to the kitchen.

“Please. Thanks love.” He said.

I sighed and set the water to boil, pulling out the packets and setting them gently in the mugs beforehand.

When it was done, I poured the water in and carefully walked with the mugs in to the living room.

As Harry took a sip, he let out a long breath. “Ah, just the way I like it.” He said.

I stared lovingly at him through the corner of my eye. He didn't notice.

“Yeah, me too Harry.” I whispered.

MALORIE'S POV

I grabbed my phone out of my purse as I sat on a bench outside of the apartment. Clicking Niall's number on speed dial, I held it up to my ear and awaited the click of answer almost impatiently.

“Mal?” Niall asked when he picked up the phone. I could almost see his smile.

“Yeah, it's me Nialler.” I said, giggling slightly.