Little Me

~About a year later~ One Direction had been a big hit! Even though they came in third place, it's as though they won the entire show. Girls everywhere had thrown themselves at the boys.

I tried not to think about it though. My heart felt like it was empty. I didn't have any friends really. Well, I had Louis' sisters but being around them hurt.

Louis had done the one thing I was afraid of. He had broken his promise. The fame, the attention of millions of girls, the new ego he had he had forgotten about me. After X factor, they got to do their first CD, and tour. They were doing another tour soon. Not a call, text, letter or mention of my name.

As frustrated, hurt and betrayed that I am, I still kept up with them. I couldn't deny that every ounce of me missed him. Cared for him. Loved him.

My parents tried to cheer me up, but it was useless. I was only happy when he was in my life. Which was no more. I didn't like feeling this way, and I know I could change it. But I was hurt. Keeping an promise meant everything to me and he out of everyone knew that.

I had to get over myself. I couldn't live my life like this anymore. Louis Tomlinson and I would never be friends again. He had his new friends. Those twats. I was replaced. They replaced me. And oh how I hated them for it. I was chopped liver compared to them.

Sighing I got up and looked in the mirror. It has been months since I looked. I was torn up.

I didn't like what I saw, my hair was dull, I haven't dyed it since the X factor. The bags under my eyes were horrendous, I should name them the 50 shades of bags under my eyes, I didn't sleep much. It was too hard to sleep with so many thoughts in my head. My eyes, not the brilliant green they once were. They lacked the serious life I once had.
I couldn't look any longer, I had to look away.

I will start my getting over Louis starting with a good nights sleep. I took two sleeping pills and let sleep come over me.

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I woke up and I felt.... Refreshed? This feeling was new. Thank you, sleep. I got up and showered. Oh who am I kidding I took a bath and filled it with a million bubbles. Like, why are bubbles so much fun? I don't understand.

Once I got out and got dressed, in my light blue jumper and jean shorts. It was comfy. And a change from my t-shirt and ratty sweats.

I took one glance in the mirror. Nothing really changed, except for the bags under my eyes that went away a little bit.

It was a work in progress! I still wasn't happy, but I could fake it, right?

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