Sad, Beautiful, Tragic |h.s|
Chapter 3
And I'll be gone gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holdin' on too tight
With nothing in between
~The Story of My Life, One Direction
Taylor/Alessia
Taylor impatiently pushes her hair out of her eyes, and knocks on the door for the fifth time. The door is finally pushed open, and in front of her stands Lexi Tomlin--Alessia Cowell. Lexi gives Taylor a small smile, and moves out of the way so that Tay could enter Lexi and Mary’s small dorm-room.
“Do ya like your roommate?” Tay asks dropping on one of the poster-sized beds, as she inspects the walls of the room. On her right, there are barely any traces of the plain-white wall that used to lie underneath the photographs, that are messily taped all over the wall, while the left side wall doesn’t have a smudge.
Tay looks around the room hoping to find any signs of Lexi, but all she faces is Alessia’s neatly stacked books and colorless walls.
“...talks a lot...but she’s really nice,” Taylor snaps out of her thoughts, and realizes that Lex--Alessia was talking about her roommate.
“Cool…” Taylor replies, then the main reason she came to meet Alessia comes back to her.
“Guess what your birthday gift is?” Tay asked cocking her eyebrows.
“Tay my birthday isn’t in three months,” Lexi says, annoyed. Everything seemed to be getting on her nerves these days.
“Pshtt,” Tay dismisses Alessia with a shake of her head, “Consider it an advanced birthday present.”
“No, Tay. I am not doing this. No way!” Alessia screams looking at the paper Taylor hands her
“Yes you are.”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT!”
“Oh yes you are. Get dressed, quick! This is your passion and I know you love it, so why not?” Tay snaps her fingers. Alessia glares at Taylor, but Tay immediately gives an even more intimidating look, causing Alessia to scamper to the bathroom.
Alessia reluctantly unbuttons his soft plaid shirt.Then she slips off her sweatpants, and turns on the shower, letting the warm water hit her face, leaving wet trails down her jawline. She closes her eyes for a moment enjoying the feel of the warmth on her skin.
After a few minutes she wraps a towel around her body and stares at herself in the mirror. The same nose, the same, small lips, the same fair skin, the same heart, the soul, but just a different eye-color and hair-color made all the difference. It distinguished Alexis Tomlinson from Alessia Cowell. As usual Alessia dumps these thoughts in a box, and shoves them in some far away corner of her brain.
She pulls out a warm sweater and jeans from the closet and throws them over her frail frame. She takes a moment to decide what to with her long blonde hair.
“Harry, what are you doing?” I asked annoyed as his long fingers run through my hair.
“Nothing,” he mumbled distractedly as his hands repeatedly move in my hair.
“I need to get ready,Harry!” I whined, pulling my hair out of his hands.
He pushed his lower lip out in response. I bent over and preseds his lower lip back with a quick kiss.
After half an hour of trying to pile my hair up in a sophisticated bun, I finally make a decent bun. All this time Harry watched me from the edge of the bed, his hands crossed over his chest. I grinned proudly at the my accomplishment of making a decent-looking hairstyle.
“Ready to go,” I smile at Harry.
“Not quite yet,” Harry replied, and with a smirk plastered on his face he approached me. His jade eyes lazily scanned my body from head-to-toe, sending shivers down my spine.
He stepped closer and twirled a few stray strands of my hair in around his finger. I raised my eyebrows in confusion. His hands went around my neck, and one-by-one he pulled out the pins out of my hair, as my brown hair fell over my shoulders in soft tendrils.
“HARRY!” I screamed, pushing him, and crossed my arms across my chest. With a furious expression, he just spoiled my half-an-hour of hard work.
He grinned amusingly at me, making me angrier. “Harry,” I warned, dropping my arms back to my sides.
He grabbed both my wrists, and stole my breath away by the pressure of his lips on mine. My hands went around his neck, as I pressed myself closer to him, feeling his heart beating against mine. His soft hand gently caressed my cheek, and he mumbled something incoherent against my lips.
“You look best with your hair down,” he whispered in my ear, sending tingles from where his lips were placed just below my ear to my toes.
“I’m still mad at you, Styles,” I said holding back a smile. He pressed his warm lips on mine once again, then intertwined our fingers as we walked down the stairs.
She pulls her hair free off the headband and lets it tumble over her shoulders in cascades. She fluffs it up a bit. The feel of it is still the same under her fingers soft and silky. She blinks a few times and swallows the lump in her throat. She bites on her lip, then looks back at herself in the mirror. Alessia Cowell. I’m Alessia Cowell. She tries to smile at her reflection.
Alessia Cowell the selfish bitchy slut, who doesn’t give a damn about people. Alessia Cowell who doesn’t have a family. Alessia Cowell who lost the one person that meant--still means everything to her. Alessia Cowell who can’t bear to hurt anyone but, unknowingly is hurting everyone more than she thought. Alessia Cowell. Tears well up her blue eyes.
“LEX--ALESSIA!”
Alessia wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, and without looking back at herself she walks out the bathroom.
“Let’s do this, babe!” Tay smiles, hooking her arms with Alessia, as both the girl walk out the dorm. Into the bright sunlight.
First step to the start of a new life. The life of Alessia Cowell.
They both hurry into Tay’s Porsche, and slam the door, speeding away before the students could identify Taylor Swift. Alessia leans over to turn the radio on, she increases the volume and rests her head against the tinted window, she closes her eyes. As a song softly plays in the background.
The story of my life I give her hope...give her hope...
I spend her love until she's broke inside...until she's broke inside...
The story of my life...the story of, the story of...
The story of my life
The story of my life...the story of, the story of…
Her eyes snap open, she could easily distinguish the five voices. Her heart lurches in her chest, as the last line is sung in his angelic voice
The story of my life.
Taylor looks over at her friend, with concern in her eyes. Alessia smiles back, although it takes everything in her not to search for the song on youtube, at that moment.
And she thought she was beginning a new life.
Harry
The radio blares at a high volume, as Harry drives on, without a destination in mind. One of his arms resting on the open window, while the other is lazily placed on the steering wheel. His mind failing to concentrate on the road. Without thinking, he takes a sharp right turn, and is facing Hyde Park.
Harry stuffs his hands in his pockets, his head is hung low, and a black beanie covers his chestnut curls. His feet retrace the steps he had walked with Alexis not very long ago.
Harry shakes his head desperately trying to get rid of the images that flash through his mind.
“I love you too, I have since forever, and it only became stronger the day Scott—“ her voice cracked. “Harry, the last time someone told me they loved me he ended up hurting me,” she whispered, all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her petite frame.
“I’d never ever hurt you, Angel. I’ve only loved two other women in my life and those are my mom and my sister,” I said looking into her gorgeous gray eyes. “I love you, Lexi.”
“I love you t—“
My heart swelled with happiness, and that was all it took for me to crash my lips on hers. This time without hesitation, this gorgeous girl was finally mine.
“I love you,” I said again.
“Love you too,” she whispered, words I’ll never get tired of hearing. She pecked my lips once again, as I intertwined our fingers.
His clenched fist connects to the rough bark of a tree, leaving scratches and fresh blood over his knuckles. Then he drops on his knees, and cowers under the tree, he takes a shaky breath, and his body trembles with anger.
He angrily gets up and walks back to his car. This was just pathetic. He was pathetic, all because of her. He smashes his palm on the steering wheel, and hastily revs the Range Rover. He rolls the windows all the way up, and blares the music on the radio, hoping that the loud noise would cover his soft sobs.
Oh, we made quite a mess, babe.
It's probably better off this way.
And I confess, babe,
In my dreams you're touching my face
And asking me if I wanna try again with you.
And I almost do.
And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know that every time I don't
I almost do,
I almost do.
He pressed the brake hard. His heart jumped in his chest as the all too familiar voice, sang in a sweet, honey-like voice. The song ended with the last line.
And I hope sometimes you wonder about me.
“I do,” he whispers to no-one in particular. The honks behind him feal on deaf ears, his heart was beating at a rapid rate. It was Alexis. His Angel. Finally…
And that was ‘I Almost Do’ the new single by America’s rising artist Alessia Cowell.
Harry’s head falls back on the steering wheel. Obviously it wasn’t her, she didn’t miss, she didn’t love him, she didn’t think about him, she didn’t…
An angry stream of curses snap him out of his thoughts, without giving it a thought he backs up a little, crashing into a blue convertible and then speeds away. Not giving a second thought to the shocked people in the small car, behind him.
He reaches home, and without any hellos or nods, the boys didn’t expect it anyway, he goes back into his little shell. Lexi’s room, the place which had become his bedroom over the past four months.
Harry turns and flops on his bed the voice he had hurt not minutes ago on the radio haunting him.
And every time I don’t, I almost do.
He restlessly gets of the bed, and pulls his MacBook from where it rests on the bedside table. Who the heck was Alessia Cowell, anyway?
He taps the keyboard impatiently as the screen loads. After what seems like forever, the screen loads and he clicks on the blue icon. The google homepage loads and he types in the words A-l-e-s-i-a C-o-w-e-l, with trembling fingers
Did you mean Alessia Cowell a link underneath the search box reads, his trembling fingers move the cursor to the link.
“HAROLD EDWARD STYLES!” Just as he clicks on the link. Louis rushes into the room his eyes blazing with anger, and red-faced.
Harry looks up at his best mate.
“You--You got in an accident?!” he asks straining to keep his voice calm. “The police!” his hands clench at his sides. “They...just c’mon,” he mumbles stomping out of the room.
Harry guiltily gets off the bed, following Louis’s footsteps. All the lads are glaring at him as he walks out of the room.
“Mr. Styles did you crash into a blue convertible--JN8257, today at around six in the evening?”
Harry didn’t even bother covering up, “Yes,” he replied walking towards the police officer. The officer clasps a hand cuff around Harry’s right wrist, and Harry doesn’t oblige.
Liam steps forward, “Officer, as you must know--this would affect our reputation--”
“The law is the law Mr. Payne.”
Harry follows the officer out the door, the other lads dress up too. Zayn talks to the lawyer on the phone, readying the bail papers.
Alessia
One Direction, Harry Styles, turning into a bad boy? Allegedly the famous boy bander crashed into a blue convertible last night. Luckily none of the passengers were hurt but Harry was seen walking hand-cuffed out of the flat with two officers the same night.
As we all know, the famous Halexy broke up five months ago. There was a huge break, for three months after the breakup, and heartbreakingly sad single ‘The Story of My Life’ came out four months later. Now Harold got into an accident. All these sum up to the famous couple’s breakup. Is Harry still brooding over the break up. Is this Alexis’s fault?
The magazine dropped on the bed. And Alessia after. She buries her head in her hands.
“Why Haz? Why?”
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holdin' on too tight
With nothing in between
~The Story of My Life, One Direction
Taylor/Alessia
Taylor impatiently pushes her hair out of her eyes, and knocks on the door for the fifth time. The door is finally pushed open, and in front of her stands Lexi Tomlin--Alessia Cowell. Lexi gives Taylor a small smile, and moves out of the way so that Tay could enter Lexi and Mary’s small dorm-room.
“Do ya like your roommate?” Tay asks dropping on one of the poster-sized beds, as she inspects the walls of the room. On her right, there are barely any traces of the plain-white wall that used to lie underneath the photographs, that are messily taped all over the wall, while the left side wall doesn’t have a smudge.
Tay looks around the room hoping to find any signs of Lexi, but all she faces is Alessia’s neatly stacked books and colorless walls.
“...talks a lot...but she’s really nice,” Taylor snaps out of her thoughts, and realizes that Lex--Alessia was talking about her roommate.
“Cool…” Taylor replies, then the main reason she came to meet Alessia comes back to her.
“Guess what your birthday gift is?” Tay asked cocking her eyebrows.
“Tay my birthday isn’t in three months,” Lexi says, annoyed. Everything seemed to be getting on her nerves these days.
“Pshtt,” Tay dismisses Alessia with a shake of her head, “Consider it an advanced birthday present.”
“No, Tay. I am not doing this. No way!” Alessia screams looking at the paper Taylor hands her
“Yes you are.”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT!”
“Oh yes you are. Get dressed, quick! This is your passion and I know you love it, so why not?” Tay snaps her fingers. Alessia glares at Taylor, but Tay immediately gives an even more intimidating look, causing Alessia to scamper to the bathroom.
Alessia reluctantly unbuttons his soft plaid shirt.Then she slips off her sweatpants, and turns on the shower, letting the warm water hit her face, leaving wet trails down her jawline. She closes her eyes for a moment enjoying the feel of the warmth on her skin.
After a few minutes she wraps a towel around her body and stares at herself in the mirror. The same nose, the same, small lips, the same fair skin, the same heart, the soul, but just a different eye-color and hair-color made all the difference. It distinguished Alexis Tomlinson from Alessia Cowell. As usual Alessia dumps these thoughts in a box, and shoves them in some far away corner of her brain.
She pulls out a warm sweater and jeans from the closet and throws them over her frail frame. She takes a moment to decide what to with her long blonde hair.
“Harry, what are you doing?” I asked annoyed as his long fingers run through my hair.
“Nothing,” he mumbled distractedly as his hands repeatedly move in my hair.
“I need to get ready,Harry!” I whined, pulling my hair out of his hands.
He pushed his lower lip out in response. I bent over and preseds his lower lip back with a quick kiss.
After half an hour of trying to pile my hair up in a sophisticated bun, I finally make a decent bun. All this time Harry watched me from the edge of the bed, his hands crossed over his chest. I grinned proudly at the my accomplishment of making a decent-looking hairstyle.
“Ready to go,” I smile at Harry.
“Not quite yet,” Harry replied, and with a smirk plastered on his face he approached me. His jade eyes lazily scanned my body from head-to-toe, sending shivers down my spine.
He stepped closer and twirled a few stray strands of my hair in around his finger. I raised my eyebrows in confusion. His hands went around my neck, and one-by-one he pulled out the pins out of my hair, as my brown hair fell over my shoulders in soft tendrils.
“HARRY!” I screamed, pushing him, and crossed my arms across my chest. With a furious expression, he just spoiled my half-an-hour of hard work.
He grinned amusingly at me, making me angrier. “Harry,” I warned, dropping my arms back to my sides.
He grabbed both my wrists, and stole my breath away by the pressure of his lips on mine. My hands went around his neck, as I pressed myself closer to him, feeling his heart beating against mine. His soft hand gently caressed my cheek, and he mumbled something incoherent against my lips.
“You look best with your hair down,” he whispered in my ear, sending tingles from where his lips were placed just below my ear to my toes.
“I’m still mad at you, Styles,” I said holding back a smile. He pressed his warm lips on mine once again, then intertwined our fingers as we walked down the stairs.
She pulls her hair free off the headband and lets it tumble over her shoulders in cascades. She fluffs it up a bit. The feel of it is still the same under her fingers soft and silky. She blinks a few times and swallows the lump in her throat. She bites on her lip, then looks back at herself in the mirror. Alessia Cowell. I’m Alessia Cowell. She tries to smile at her reflection.
Alessia Cowell the selfish bitchy slut, who doesn’t give a damn about people. Alessia Cowell who doesn’t have a family. Alessia Cowell who lost the one person that meant--still means everything to her. Alessia Cowell who can’t bear to hurt anyone but, unknowingly is hurting everyone more than she thought. Alessia Cowell. Tears well up her blue eyes.
“LEX--ALESSIA!”
Alessia wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, and without looking back at herself she walks out the bathroom.
“Let’s do this, babe!” Tay smiles, hooking her arms with Alessia, as both the girl walk out the dorm. Into the bright sunlight.
First step to the start of a new life. The life of Alessia Cowell.
They both hurry into Tay’s Porsche, and slam the door, speeding away before the students could identify Taylor Swift. Alessia leans over to turn the radio on, she increases the volume and rests her head against the tinted window, she closes her eyes. As a song softly plays in the background.
The story of my life I give her hope...give her hope...
I spend her love until she's broke inside...until she's broke inside...
The story of my life...the story of, the story of...
The story of my life
The story of my life...the story of, the story of…
Her eyes snap open, she could easily distinguish the five voices. Her heart lurches in her chest, as the last line is sung in his angelic voice
The story of my life.
Taylor looks over at her friend, with concern in her eyes. Alessia smiles back, although it takes everything in her not to search for the song on youtube, at that moment.
And she thought she was beginning a new life.
Harry
The radio blares at a high volume, as Harry drives on, without a destination in mind. One of his arms resting on the open window, while the other is lazily placed on the steering wheel. His mind failing to concentrate on the road. Without thinking, he takes a sharp right turn, and is facing Hyde Park.
Harry stuffs his hands in his pockets, his head is hung low, and a black beanie covers his chestnut curls. His feet retrace the steps he had walked with Alexis not very long ago.
Harry shakes his head desperately trying to get rid of the images that flash through his mind.
“I love you too, I have since forever, and it only became stronger the day Scott—“ her voice cracked. “Harry, the last time someone told me they loved me he ended up hurting me,” she whispered, all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her petite frame.
“I’d never ever hurt you, Angel. I’ve only loved two other women in my life and those are my mom and my sister,” I said looking into her gorgeous gray eyes. “I love you, Lexi.”
“I love you t—“
My heart swelled with happiness, and that was all it took for me to crash my lips on hers. This time without hesitation, this gorgeous girl was finally mine.
“I love you,” I said again.
“Love you too,” she whispered, words I’ll never get tired of hearing. She pecked my lips once again, as I intertwined our fingers.
His clenched fist connects to the rough bark of a tree, leaving scratches and fresh blood over his knuckles. Then he drops on his knees, and cowers under the tree, he takes a shaky breath, and his body trembles with anger.
He angrily gets up and walks back to his car. This was just pathetic. He was pathetic, all because of her. He smashes his palm on the steering wheel, and hastily revs the Range Rover. He rolls the windows all the way up, and blares the music on the radio, hoping that the loud noise would cover his soft sobs.
Oh, we made quite a mess, babe.
It's probably better off this way.
And I confess, babe,
In my dreams you're touching my face
And asking me if I wanna try again with you.
And I almost do.
And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know that every time I don't
I almost do,
I almost do.
He pressed the brake hard. His heart jumped in his chest as the all too familiar voice, sang in a sweet, honey-like voice. The song ended with the last line.
And I hope sometimes you wonder about me.
“I do,” he whispers to no-one in particular. The honks behind him feal on deaf ears, his heart was beating at a rapid rate. It was Alexis. His Angel. Finally…
And that was ‘I Almost Do’ the new single by America’s rising artist Alessia Cowell.
Harry’s head falls back on the steering wheel. Obviously it wasn’t her, she didn’t miss, she didn’t love him, she didn’t think about him, she didn’t…
An angry stream of curses snap him out of his thoughts, without giving it a thought he backs up a little, crashing into a blue convertible and then speeds away. Not giving a second thought to the shocked people in the small car, behind him.
He reaches home, and without any hellos or nods, the boys didn’t expect it anyway, he goes back into his little shell. Lexi’s room, the place which had become his bedroom over the past four months.
Harry turns and flops on his bed the voice he had hurt not minutes ago on the radio haunting him.
And every time I don’t, I almost do.
He restlessly gets of the bed, and pulls his MacBook from where it rests on the bedside table. Who the heck was Alessia Cowell, anyway?
He taps the keyboard impatiently as the screen loads. After what seems like forever, the screen loads and he clicks on the blue icon. The google homepage loads and he types in the words A-l-e-s-i-a C-o-w-e-l, with trembling fingers
Did you mean Alessia Cowell a link underneath the search box reads, his trembling fingers move the cursor to the link.
“HAROLD EDWARD STYLES!” Just as he clicks on the link. Louis rushes into the room his eyes blazing with anger, and red-faced.
Harry looks up at his best mate.
“You--You got in an accident?!” he asks straining to keep his voice calm. “The police!” his hands clench at his sides. “They...just c’mon,” he mumbles stomping out of the room.
Harry guiltily gets off the bed, following Louis’s footsteps. All the lads are glaring at him as he walks out of the room.
“Mr. Styles did you crash into a blue convertible--JN8257, today at around six in the evening?”
Harry didn’t even bother covering up, “Yes,” he replied walking towards the police officer. The officer clasps a hand cuff around Harry’s right wrist, and Harry doesn’t oblige.
Liam steps forward, “Officer, as you must know--this would affect our reputation--”
“The law is the law Mr. Payne.”
Harry follows the officer out the door, the other lads dress up too. Zayn talks to the lawyer on the phone, readying the bail papers.
Alessia
One Direction, Harry Styles, turning into a bad boy? Allegedly the famous boy bander crashed into a blue convertible last night. Luckily none of the passengers were hurt but Harry was seen walking hand-cuffed out of the flat with two officers the same night.
As we all know, the famous Halexy broke up five months ago. There was a huge break, for three months after the breakup, and heartbreakingly sad single ‘The Story of My Life’ came out four months later. Now Harold got into an accident. All these sum up to the famous couple’s breakup. Is Harry still brooding over the break up. Is this Alexis’s fault?
The magazine dropped on the bed. And Alessia after. She buries her head in her hands.
“Why Haz? Why?”
Notes
Lalala beautifuls. I'm in a weirdly happy mood today. And that kinda sorta proves why you got such a long chapter today. No homework is the best thing in life, I'm not kidding. Any way my lovelies Comment, Vote and Subscribe!!Luv y'all!!
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11/19/20