Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter thirtyone.

I slam the door and walk over to the mirror.

I ignore my dark, tired, lifeless eyes that look as if I've completely given up and give myself a mental kick to stop moping and prove how strong I am.

I throw on some foundation, stick on some dark red lipstick, black eye liner, and mascara.

I realise that in order to stay strong and collected tonight, I have to feel good.

I pull out my curlers and decide to do something different, letting my chesnut hair hang in dark locks.

I mentally push my upsetting thoughts even further to the back of my head as my subconcious keeps on playing the weekend over and over in my head.

I pull out the most sluttest dress I have and grab my biggest heels. Might as well show Harry what he's missing out on.

I pull my black, strapless boob-tube dress down to my mid thigh and pull several bangles on to my wrists. I slip in to my heels, shower myself in perfume and walk out in to the hall.

I take a deep breath as I aproach Harry sitting at the breakfast bar. His eyes widen, mirroring mine.

His curles are gelled back, I notice how they have grown longer as they are reaching his neck now. His plain black dress shirt is unbuttoned up to his lower chest. My eyes almost fall out of my head when I see his muscles twitch, scattered in Tattoo's.

Still starring at me, he licks his lips and I feel my cheeks heat.

It's strange the way we, well I think him aswell, are hurting and angry, yet we are still hungy for eachother and even when we aren't talking to eachother, we still recognise how much we desire eachother.

Without a word spoken, I walk over to the table and sit down. In line with Harry at the breakfast bar.

The awkward silence is putting me on edge so I pull out my phone and check my messages.

"Perrie - Recieved @ 7:47pm

Hey nat... Do you fancy going out for a drink? I really need someone to talk to right now.. Something happened between Zayn and I :(... Let me know asap. x"

As I begin to text back I notice Naomi looking at me. Since when was she in the room?

I smile at Naomi, as if to politely ask 'what the fuck you looking at?'

"I said, are you ready?" Naomi asks me whilst she pulls her jacket on. I eye her boring outfit, a long, black body con. Atleast when I wear them they stop at my mid thigh.

"Oh, yeah. Cool, let's go" I say whilst I shove my phone back in to my bag.

I stand up and Naomi's gasps.

I look at her questionable.

"Your dress... It's very.." She almost twists her face in disgust. What is she, a nun?

"What about it?" I snap.

"Nothing, nothing... You're just showing alot of skin..."

"You're only young once Naomi" I snap whilst I slide my black blazer that stops just under my breasts.

Naomi laughs, with a hint of jelously that I have the courage to be able to carry myself in such a dress.

"Okay, Let's go." Naomi returns to a neautral tone as she leads the way out the door.

As I begin to follow her, I joilt when I feel Harry's hand grab my arm from behind me.

I quickly turn around and pull my arm out of his grip.