The Scientist || h.s.

0.9

"My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken," Alone Together by Fall Out Boy

Song for this Chapter:
Inseparable by the Jonas Brothers

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The weight of the world felt as if it rested on my shoulders as I drove back towards Harry's place, duffle bag sitting in the passenger seat. My eyes were blood shot, my nose stuffy..

I don't think I can really describe what it's like to receive actual hate mail. It's like being stabbed in the stomach repeatedly by someone you don't even know, and being forced to watch yourself bleed to death.

To make matters worse Janie was pretty insistent on me telling Harry about the ordeal. But I couldn't.. At least not right now.. He had so much going on with the a new album, promotion, and a tour coming up. I didn't want to add more stress to his already highly stressful life..

Actually, I didn't want to be the source of stress in Harry's life.

I took one of my hands of the wheel and ran it through my hair, letting out a sigh with it.

As I pulled into Harry's driveway I noticed several vehicles parked outside the gates. One was similar to Harry's and the other two were a convertible and a large pick up truck.

Clearly people were over.

I pulled down the visor from the ceiling and opened the small mirror. Grabbing the spare concealer I carried with me in my purse, I dabbed a bit underneath my eyes, covering the blotchy red marks that remained from the tears that had once flowed from my eyes just a small while ago. Once I was satisfied with the coverage I took a few deep breaths and made my way inside, plastering a wide smile on my face.

Fake smiles were something that I had become a expert at. It was like a mask of emotion for myself. Some people used makeup as their mask, some their clothing, but for me it was a simple pressed smile to convey that on the outside I was happy.

While on the inside I was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

A fake smile adorned my lips as random people came to shake my hand at my mothers funeral..

"You're mother was so wonderful.." They would say, wrapping me in a tight hug. "She was beautiful. Such a sweetheart.."

And yet here you were, shaking a young girls hand as she lay dead in a casket. Where were you when she needed you most?

Another fake smile came at my graduation as my foster parents at the time pretended as if I were their own child, buying me flowers, throwing me an elaborate party.. It was all a show for them, nothing more.

As I entered the house loads of different voices overwhelmed my ears, as well as clinking of glasses and what sounded like a TV in the background.

I set my duffle bag on the ground and glanced around the kitchen unsure if I should continue.

"Hey love," A gruff voice whispered in my ear as two familiar tattooed arms sneaked around my waist.

"Hi.." I turned to face Harry, dressed in a perfectly tailored tux. "You look nice."

"Well I thought I'd want to dress nice to make sure I looked good enough to have you on my arm tonight."

I rolled my eyes as I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Who's all here?" I asked, jerking my head towards the sounds evaporating from the living room.

"Niall, Louis,his girlfriend, Zayn, Perrie, Lou, and her husband Tom. We're still waiting on Liam and Sophia."