No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twenty

**So before I start this I just wanted to say its not entirely my fault why I haven't updated in a while. I had chapter Twenty all written up and then it deleted -.- so go ahead and thank Wattpad. I just wanted to let you know before I actually began the chapter , I still need help casting Abigail I am well aware that my picture was not attached, another reason why you should thank Wattpad , but here's my personal Instagram : Abigail_Powers15 and my One Direction Insta : 1dbehindalens. Also I have started 3 new Fanfics , Love Bites (Niall Horan) , Fighting Off Temptation (Zayn Malik) and The Art Of Sex (Louis Tomlinson) .. Please share my stories guys , like and comment as well . I just want to know what my readers think .. Thank you for being amazing and sorry for the essay :( <3 now go on read..

Chapter Twenty

**Abigail's POV**

I've always been rather fond of the movie Shrek. To me , watching my parents interact throughout their marriage , was my living proof of an ogre and a princess being able to mate. It was an imperfectly perfect marriage, before now, it was all about raising me to be all I can be but most of all together. As I started to date , I realized Princesses (like my parents had me believe I was) weren't always destined to end with a prince. My first boy friend , the one I gave my all too , ended up leaving me to a place where he was needed most. Back then if you would have asked me if I ever believed in Happily ever afters , I would have lied and said no. But it went deeper than just believing , I used to carry out an entire collection of all the Disney Princesses and Prince's and their Happily Ever Afters. It was more than just a movie to me, it was believing that fairytales could happen. However , after my first boyfriend passed away , so did the fairy tailed endings. So did the beautiful Princesses and the perfect Prince's and so did the Once Upon a times. I soon began to drift apart from my dreams and held onto reality, selling my entire collection on the internet and moving onto more realistic dreams. I held onto the very thing that hadn't sold me out yet and that was reality. It made me realize just how high the standards were to reach happily ever afters and how no one has truly reached it , aside from those who are animated. When I met Harry , the Shrek story line came to play , it wasn't the usual prince saves princess story line and that was one of the reasons I grew attached to the animated film. After connecting the two similar story lines , I grew attached to the feeling that Harry and me could catch a break. Shrek and Fiona got their Happily Ever After right ? So why couldn't we if our stories were so similar? Wrong ! Thats the problem , I fooled myself into believing in something that betrayed me before. I caved under the very thing that betrayed me in the past, just like relationships , I grew attached when I swore I wouldn't. My past dug itself back up to my present. But I had clues , my parents went from being Shrek to being strangers and thats exactly what happened to Harry and Me , we were almost a replica of my parents and thats not something I envisioned in happening or something I wanted.

"Ni wake up" I say giving his arm a slight push. In the past week since Harry's departure , the only person I trusted and wanted to see was Niall, as a matter a fact he was the only person I tolerated.

"Wha- is it done yet?" He asks in his drowsy state

"Almost, what do you want to do?" I turn off the television and face the blonde.

"I have no idea, anywhere will do" he says happily, I was hurting, hurting so bad in fact that pain was the only thing I knew. I had to escape this pain , and the only way I knew how was by drowning it with alcohol, dancing the night away and forgetting the muse to my Pain. Making the world around me blurry as it danced to the music surrounding me. A place where the testosterone level is at its highest and the thin air induced with sexual tension. Ladies and gentlemen I am speaking about a club.

"Club?" I offer

"Yea sure , I'll be round your flat at 8?" I nod as he exits my house leaving me alone , I run up the steep stairs and into the bathroom. Opening the faucet to the perfect equilibrated temperature, I place my body under the faucet as it massaged me from limb to limb. The shower was a place to make life decisions, but now it was almost an escape to me , all my life decisions were made for me. The best part of my life walked away because I let him, so now what else is their to decide on? I grab the coconut essence which I managed to smuggle out of Ni's house just last week. Massaging my body with my finger tips as they slid across my carmel skin perfectly. Grabbing the coconut shampoo , I squirt some on my hand and begin to spread my fingers across my cranium. I rinse out my body from limb to limb and shut the faucet. Drying my body , I walk over to the mirror where I plug in the drier and blow dry my hair. I grab my wand and set my shortened hair in loose and free strands of waves that framed the crease of my face perfectly. I then, began to coat my face with foundation, There was nothing better than make up, I love it.. I could hide who I really was behind who I portrayed to be and also be beautiful at the same time. It was an act I was able to pursue because of the heavy mask on my face. I've been through so much I don't portray in my appearance and its best because the more people know the more hassle it is for them to stick around. I applied mascara and eye linear , with a blood read lip stain and just the right amount of blush. Next came my attire , First impressions are always most important and just like your appearance , your attire plays an as important role. Seeing as people do decide weather your worth their time or not by just one look. I grab a pair of washed high waisted shorts with a black crop top that framed my breast perfectly and a pair of black wedges. I grab my clutch and spritz on my 'Twilight Woods' perfume , walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed a bag of Nilla Waffers and sat on the couch. Where are my parents you ask? Well this morning my mother decided that she would go and Visit my aunt up in Canada for the rest of the week because 'I miss her' but that just means she needed a reason to get away from my father. Speaking of my father , he said something about picking up free shifts at 'the workplace'.