Tell Me A Lie (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 16

Shit. I'm really updating a lot! And after this story I;m going to start writing another one!

Who's your favorite One Direction member?

Beside Harry though!

I wanna see who you guys want the next fanfic to be about!

Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn? I could do any of them!

Chapter 16:

     I laid on my back on the floor staring up at the white ceiling. It's been a couple of weeks since I saw Harry at the club with that girl. I've ignored the other boys calls and texts. They come by every once in a while asking to see me, but I told Emma to not let them in. She feels bad for me, I can tell. I was a back-up singer/dancer for Cher then I became her opening act. We've gone to a couple places close to London and performed. Now I'm riding solo. I'm my own singer. Of course me and Cher are still close friends, but she's a little upset that I've gone off on my own branch.

     My dream is starting to become real. Or my old dream at least. I've become famous, I guess you could say that. I've performed gigs at random places and have some fans too. Their starting to make people pay money to see me, and I perform in concert centers now. I wish I was happy, but being happy is over-rated.

    I can't help but feel like I'm worthless. Like I shouldn't be laying here breathing with a healthy heart. This should be my parents laying here alive, not me. This should be Anna sitting here and giggling like a happy child. Like a child with no pain. Her funeral is today, and I'm going. I think her mother needs the support. I couldn't imagine how she felt to loose her little baby. I sighed and let the tears fall that come so often now, It's strange if I'm not crying. Amazing how I'm not dead from loss of water in my body.

   I ignored the salty tears and wiped them away so furiously. I shuffled to my closet and pulled out the beautiful outfit I bought for Anna's funeral. I slipped into the strapless black velvet dress with studs around the neck. It flowed outward to my mid thigh or a little longer. I shoved my feet into black heeled booties that were quite comfortable. I finished the outfit with gold bangles with rhinestones and a black blazer to cover my arms.

   I applied red lipstick to my lips and a layer of mascara along with a bit of eyeliner. Being famous means you have to look good, even when you feel like shit. I brushed on some white shimmer eye shadow and puckered my lips in the mirror. Now hair, what to do with my hair. I pulled it to the side in a cute braid and nodded to myself in approval.

   "Mel? Babe you ready? It's going to start soon!" Emma shouted from down stairs. I straightened my posture and met her downstairs. She smiled at me and handed me my small leather purse which I took. Before I knew it we were at the graveyard where Anna's mother wanted the ceremony to be. She didn't want it to be in a church, because she lost faith in God when Anna died. I sat still in the passenger seat and Emma got out and opened my door for me.

  "It'll be ok Mel." She smiled down at me and held her hand out for me to grab. What have I done to deserve such a beautiful, kind friend? I nodded and took her warm hand in my own. We walked hand in hand to all the people. Everyone was in black and surrounding a white wooden casket with beautiful Lilacs covering it. Those were Anna's favorite flowers, we used to pick them in the garden outside of the hospital together. I spotted her mom at the same time she spotted me. As soon as I embraced her in a hug she began to cry.

  "She was such a precious child. And innocent beautiful child...my child." She wailed into my shoulder and I hugged her tightly trying to stay strong for her. I will not cry. I will not cry. I rubbed her back in soothing circles as she cried.