Dark Corner

"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.

He looked at me nodding his head in some kind of approval. "And I'm Luke." Luke extended his hand.

I took it, and now I knew his name he looked awfully familiar. "You know." I told him. "I've known someone called Luke."

"I've known someone names Scarlett too." he replied. He looked me over, looking down after.

"Are you from Sydney?" I asked him. He nodded his head still down. "Is your surname Hemmings?" I asked. He nodded again.

Then he smirked knowing what I was talking about. "Scar!" he exclaimed. Making people turn their heads, but he didn't mind. He hugged my tightly.

"Gosh, I've missed you. You've grown so much." he said, he started touching my face making me swat his hand away.

"I've missed you too Luke. You've changed so much, like you're really handsome now." I said, looking over his facial features.

"Oh." He said. Faking offense raising his eyebrow. "So you're saying I wasn't handsome then?" he raised an eyebrow mockingly.

"You were more the adorable kind of boy." I winked making him laugh. He put his hands up in defense.

"But you're in a performing band? impressive." I told him. I thought it was amazing how he could just stand on stage and not be afraid of what people will think of you.

"Yes I am. Wait! why are you actually here?" he eyed me speciously. I looked down under his gaze, looking at my feet.

"I'm on tour with Samantha. And seeing as we're touring with One Direction, we could meet the new openings act." I shrugged looking up again, not feeling like I was lying.

"What are you doing on Samantha's tour?" Calum asked, "and how do you know Luke?"

"I knew her from school. We were friends until she moved away." Luke informed him. "And why are you touring with her."

I sighed. Knowing I had to lie. "I'm supporting Sam, we're friends. Best friends actually, I'm on tour to keep her sane." I winked.

"Awesome. So we'll be seeing you around then?" Luke asked excitedly. I shrugged nodding my head.

"Luke, Micheal, Calum!" Harry called. "Come here, you don't want to be around her." Harry said, he shot me a glare making me look down.

"Hey!" Luke said angrily. "Don't talk about her like that." he seemed furious. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Luke calm down, he's always like this, you can't stop him." I said calmly.

"No Scarlett. He's a bully, you can't let him bully you." I looked down ashamed I couldn't stand up for myself. I needed my childhood best friend for that.

"Just leave it alone." I say, he wouldn't. "Please?" He only sighed but let it go. Or so I hope. He walked away with Calum and Michael saying goodbye.

I rubbed my eyes, tired. This was an awful week. I had a break down. I realized I was ugly, and now I noticed it was a problem too. I almost saw Harry naked. I had to help Sam out with her date. I met Luke again. Harry was bullying me.

I walked away from the venue towards our tour bus. I stepped inside and went towards my bunk. I saw Sam reading a magazine. "Hey." I said. She grumbled something.
I quickly changed in my pajamas and went to sleep.

"Look, that guy has been giving you looks since I've noticed him." Sam whispered. "Maybe you can be a couple, or I can be a couple with him. I like that thought way better. He would choose me over you anyway." she shrugged.

"Maybe the fact that you're famous makes him look at us." I turned towards the guy. He waved at us and I face palmed myself.

"Sam. That's Calum." She gave me a confused look.

"You know him? and he's good looking. How in the world did that happen?" she asked wide eyed.

"I just met him, and he's touring with us, well not exactly. Practically." I shrugged. I waved back at Calum. This made him come over towards us.

"Hey Scar, ooh, and the famous Samantha." he pinched her cheek, making her glare at him. We were at the mall. I don't need new clothing, but Samantha says she can't have enough clothes.

She dragged me here, my feet were aching, but she was still looking through every clothing rack she saw.

"I'm Calum." he grinned at her. He extended his hand, but she didn't take it. So he let it drop.

"I'm Samantha. But you already knew that." she said a fake smile plastered onto her face. "But we need to go now Calum." She spoke with a fake sweet voice.

We continued shopping. "This would look so cute on my date with Harry tonight." I almost chocked.

"Is your date tonight? I thought it was yesterday." I asked her. She continued looking through the different dresses while answering.

"He had to move it, because after the concert his friends dragged him towards a bar for a night out or something. How could he even have chosen them above me." She picked a cute pink dress.

"This one?" she asked. I nodded. Thinking it would look nice on her.

"Yeah, they would go perfect with those boots." I pointed. She turned around and squealed.

"Those are amazing. I'm going to buy them straight away" before I could say something about the fitting rooms not being a few meters away she skipped towards the counter.

"I don't want to talk to Harry anymore."

Notes

sorry for the late update. I just have a lot of thing going on and everything sucks. bear with me. thanks for reading lovelies