Dark Corner // Harry Styles

Chapter 8 Aparently My Bully

"You really want to be pretty?" she asked me, a confused look on her face. "You always told me it doesn't bother you."

"It doesn't bother me." I said, rolling my head back, not really sure how to explain this. "But it seems like all my problems are caused by my appearance."

"Is that what's bothering you? is that the reason why you've been wandering the past week." I shook my head.

"I just realized, that that's the real problem. that I'm ugly." She gave me a sympathetic look.

"I want to help you, but if you don't believe you can be pretty, then there's nowhere to begin." she placed her hand on my shoulder, her other hand steadying her baby.

"I don't need to be pretty. I just want to be not ugly." I shrugged. "But alright, I believe I can be pretty." this made Flora smiled.

"Alright then we need to start right aw-" she was cut off by her phone ringing. She looked at me, like asking for permission. I nodded, she gave me her baby and quickly answered her call.

"What?!" she asked panicked. She seemed to be freaking out, just by what the person on the other line told her. "Why? what happened?" she started pacing around.

"I'll be there" she ended the call and started picking up her stuff. "His father is in the hospital." she told me. "I'm really sor-"

"Don't." I cut her off. "there's no need for you to be sorry for anything. I already appreciate you wanting to help me." I told her. She smiled and rushing out of the door, getting her baby on the way.

I was left alone in her room. I walked towards one of the mirrors, I looked at myself, touching my face. "what's wrong with you?" I asked myself in disgust. "Harry has all the rights to be disgust with you." my frown grew.

I started to feel angry, angry with myself. I felt light headed, I felt like screaming. I felt this aching feeling in my chest, in my stomach. I felt hot liquid running down my cheeks. I was crying and I didn't know why.

"I'm a disgrace, I should be locked away. Harry's right. I'm filth." And I punched the mirror. It shattered into pieces.

I fell to the ground crying, hugging my knees to my chest. I heard people nocking on the door, demanding it to be opened. But I sat on the ground not moving a muscle.

The tears kept streaming, the feeling stayed. I felt alone for once. I felt dirty. I felt wrong. I felt out of place. Why didn't I just record my voice and leave this all behind me. Why did I have to be stubborn.

After the One Direction concert we continued on with the tour. When we came to the next venue, they wanted to announce something to everyone of the One Direction tour.

Everyone of our tour was invited. Sam didn't want to go, thinking they were stupid and were only waisting her time. But I wanted to come.

"So." Niall started. "We've got a new openings act called 5 Seconds Of Summer." Four guys stepped forward. Two of them were Calum and Ashton as expected.

The other two were about the same hight and age. One had green dyed hair and the other had blond hair and a lip ring.

They introduce themselves to the One Direction crew members and then went to our side. I was more at the back so they ended with me.

"Hey Scar." Calum greeted me. Ashton mumbled something and then left us.

"Hi Scar?" he seemed a bit confused. "I'm Micheal." he introduced.

"It's Scarlett but you can just call me Scar, or whatever." Michael was the guy with the green hair. "I love your hair." I told him which made him give me a slight smile.