Concealer- A Harry Styles Fanfic.

Concealer: Chapter 1.

Hi, this is my 2nd story. I hope you enjoy! Apologies about the cover.. I won't be able to put a Harry pic on there for a couple of weeks...regardless enjoy!

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Zoella's POV

I sighed and walked into my room. The smell of paint flooded into my nostrils. I groaned. We didn't have to move mum. You make enough money as it is.. Or as it was. I mean. Florida.. You wanted to leave Florida to go to some little town called Holmes Chapel?

I flopped onto my bed and pushed my black earphones in. Gerard Way's voice filled my ears.

"come on come on and kiss my battery!" i sung along. I'll never understand why people find Nicki Minaj 'inspirational' when Gerard Way and Alex Gaskarth exist. The paint was giving me a headache. I really had to get out. I found my suitcase amongst the boxes and looked through my clothes. Black was my favourite colour. I don't care if it's not classified as a colour. I decided on a white tee with a black hoodie on top. The hoodie said 'Put Up Or Shut Up' on the back in cursive font. I threw on grey skinny jeans and some black converse.

I sat on the banister and slid down to where my mum was unpacking. Well the au pair Hannah was. Mum was just fussing about worrying that she might get dust on her satin dress. I scoffed. Who wears a satin dress when you're moving house? Wtf?

"I'm going out!" I yelled when I was halfway out the door, that way she couldn't nag me for not dressing up enough. I mean seriously. I'm going to the park..if they have one.....not to meet the queen.

I roamed aimlessly until I heard children playing. I had to be near. I was only 5"4 so I wasn't the tallest person around. I tried to jumping if I could see any slides or anything. A sun yellow sign stated 'Holmes Chapel Park.' I mentally facepalmed. I just looked stupid trying to leap...like a gazelle...awkward...a woman started at me as if I needed mental help. I'm in full control of my mental faculties thank you so much.

I rolled my eyes and found a lane winding down towards the park, feet crunching on the moist gravel. A beautiful field with swings, slides and ropes came into view. There were about ten people there. One boy and the rest girls. The boy, who had curly hair and seemed pretty tall from a distance was sitting on a hammock like thing and girls were falling at his feet. I rolled my eyes again, I hated boys like that. Jerks who use girls. I don't mind a couple of one night stands here and there but boys like this just got on my nerves. I slowly walked over to the swings, kicking the gravel with the tip of my converse. I sat on the swing and proceeded to listen to Sleeping With Sirens music. I stroked my stomach, where Brian beat me for the last time. Maybe moving out of Florida was good.. I started fiddling with the sliver bracelets on my wrist. I placed them so they covered my scars properly. I should go home and put some concealer on that

Harry's POV

I just wanted to get away from everything. Today was not a good day. I just wanted to come to the park to get some fresh air not be swarmed by bleach blonde bitches. The girl sitting on the swing seemed different. Well she was the only one making no attempt to flirt with me or even look at me. She seemed interesting. She had dark brown long hair. Even from a distance, her eyes were bright blue that twinkled. Even sitting like ten metres away from her. I snapped out of my trance when Emilee, the queen bitch started stroking my cheek. I pushed her off in disgust and began walking out of the park. It was a small county. I was pretty much guaranteed to see her again.

Zoella's POV

After an hour in that park, I got up and tried to find my way back home. Me and my crap sense of direction. After walking around for a few minutes, I stepped onto a main street. Thank fuck. A girl with brown hair, pink dip-dye and dimples gave me her hand to shake.

"Gemma, Gemma Styles." she smiled..I wasn't good with people but she seemed nice.

"zoella Walker."

"So, Zoella, I haven't seen you around. You new?"

"erm yeah." we kept on talking until we arrived at my house.

"wait, Gemma where do you live?"

She pointed to a small white house about three metres to the left.

"cool." smiled and exchanged numbers.

I opened the door and saw everything in place. My jaw dropped and Hannah smiled. "yup, I worked hard."

"you certainly did." I replied.

My mum sauntered out, freshly showered in black, crisp trousers and a white top.

"guests are coming over. The Styles." she stated. I felt suddenly giddy that it could be Gemma.

I smiled and took out my iPhone.

From: Zoella

To: Gemma

My mum said, the Styles are coming over. That you? X

From: Gemma

To: Zoella

Yupp! Me, mummy and my bro. Xox

I walked into the bathroom that smelt of lemon cleaner. I stepped into the shower and allowed the steamy water to soothe my tired muscles. I chose black skinny jeans that were torn at the knees and a white float top that read. 'Long Live The Reckless And The Brave.' I also put on a black ring that sat above my knuckle. I decides on flats that we're studded with pointy things. I slapped some concealer on my wrist and applied my standard black winged eyeliner. The doorbell rang and indistinct voices could be heard. I ran downstairs and Gemma enveloped me in a hug. It felt nice to be appreciated.. I mentally scolded myself for thinking of my past.

"this is my brother." she stepped aside to reveal the boy that girls were sucking up to in the park.

"Harry." he stuck out his hand for me to shake. I didnt want to be nice to him when he probably used girls but hey everyone deserves a chance. I smiled and he returned the favour. As the night went on, Harry, Gemma and I got on quite well. He was definitely not the jerk I made him out to be. He was actually quite sweet. Our house was really awkward because the kitchen was upstairs and the dining room downstairs.

"Zoella, could you get the dessert?"

"yes mum."

"I'll help." Harry stated. I thanked him and he followed behind me on the stairs. I took my phone out of my pocket as it was bothering me, and placed it on the counter. As if on cue, it vibrated.

From: Brian

To: Zoella

Hey bitch. Wait till I get my hands on you. Still like that crap music, goth.

"what's this?" Harry asked.

"oh nothing." I replied quickly. We tried to lift up the cake and me being the clumsy retard that I was, dropped it.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. Seeing as there were no tissues or anything at the time, we tried to pick it up with our hands. After we got it cleaned up, our hands were covered I'm chocolate frosting.

"mmm..this is good, who made it?" Harry asked.

"Betty Crocker" I joked. He smiled. "let's get cleaned up." he stood behind me as I washed my hands. So close that his breath tickled my neck.

"oh found the tissues!" he stated.

"psh a bit late." I said sarcastically. I held out my hand, gesturing for him to pass me a tissue. His eyes fell on my wrist.. The concealer..came off. He looked at me and at ,y wrists again as if he couldn't believe it. Fuck.

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Apologies if it was a smidge boring. I have a couple of twists coming up, mainly zoella's past. Yerp. If you are suicidal or uneasy by self harm, this might not be the story for you. If you need any advice, drop me a comment. I have a friend like that so I've a rough idea on how to deal with it. Xox hope you enjoyed!