Anything For Love // H.S.

Chapter 9

Tears filled my eyes as I ran back up to my room. Why? Why did he do that? I though what we had in between us was special...

I cried into my pillow, forgetting the fact that my mascara and eyeliner might leave a stain on the pillow. I mean, how am I going to think about a stain on the pillow when I saw Harry...

Why? Why did he do that?

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"Harry," a slutty looking model named Jacqueline McNeil wrapped her hands around his arms, "who is that girl up there?"

"Oh, she's Jessica. She's the winner for the competition."

"Hareeh, you are not in love with her, are you?" That slut leaned in and gave Harry a little kiss. "She's not beautiful, at least not as beautiful as me, right?"

"Yeah..." Harry mumbled as he kissed her back.

This was it. I've had enough. I turned and ran back to my room. I knew it. It's because of my weight. That's why  Harry couldn't love me. If he was with me, the headline for the news would be "British heartthrob dates chub". He would be the laughing stock. People like Harry dates models, not girls like me.

I knew it. I saw this coming.

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My one week with One Direction was ending anyway. I hid myself from the party, using up a hell lot of tissues. I watched a sad movie in my room to add on to my already terrible mood (which resulted in more used tissues).

I woke up on a bed with tissues all around me. Plus a headache. I groaned as I felt the wave of pain fill my head. Ouch.

I went out to check if the boys were awake. Not to my surprise, the boys were all sleeping in the living room, together. They were not drunk, just asleep.

I walked over to Harry, looking at his perfect face. The jawline, the eyes, those dimples and that little smile he has all the time. Oh god, why? Why is it even so painful to even look at him right now...

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I reached the hotel around 45 minutes later. I took a cab, I was scared that the boys' driver would tell them where I went.

After staring at Harry's face for some time that felt like eternity, I decide to disappear. No, it was not for attention. It was to get me to cool down and maybe start packing. The week is ending in 2 days. And I am those kind of people that takes centuries just to finish packing. So I decided to start now, and make sure that I didn't miss out anything.

I swipped the card at my door, waiting for the green light and beep. I plonked down on my bed feeling more depressed as ever.

When I first won this trip, I expected it to be fun, or at least happy. I didn't expected it to be complicated or painful. Well, we don't always get what we want in life, right?

I heard a little knock on my door. Who could it be? It was Niall.

"Jess, let me in."

I unlocked the door and slowly opened it.

"Is there anyone with you?"

"No, the boys are still asleep at the bungalow. They won't be awake until after 12 noon. Those sleepy heads."

I opened the door a little wider and let Niall in.

"So, Jess, want to tell me why you left alone?"

I lay down on my bed with Niall sitting next to me.

I sighed a little before asking Niall whether he had gotten his heart broken before.

"Well of course Jess. It's like the circle of life. You meet someone, fall in love, get your heart broken and move on. It's goes round and round until one day, when you will finally meet your true love."