Dark Corner

Harry had taken Sam to the cinema. Which I thought was really unoriginal of him. after that they went to a restaurant. And since then Harry has only been talking about himself.

"Stop." I finally said. "Can you please stop talking about yourself." there was a silence after that.

"Alright." Harry said carefully. "I thought you liked it if I talked about myself." how stupid can someone be.

"Well, if you tell nice things about yourself. Like, your sister or something like that. But not about the way you do your hair, you dress yourself. About the people you hate and why and about how amazing you are. It's rubbish and selfish of you." finally. Luckily Sam repeated everything I said.

"What should we talk about? If I can't talk about myself." he said like it was Sam's fault. Can he even be more stupid then he already is?

"Just ask me a question. Or shall I start?" Harry seems to think about it.

"You ask me something. Then I'll answer." It seemed like he was having a hard time with this date.

"How did you get that scar?" I let her say. I knew Harry had this tiny scar under his jawline.

"You noticed the scar? hardly anyone does." he said surprised. "It's not really an interesting story. But when I was younger I hit my head against the table. So I had to cry, and my parents rushed inside my room. Even my sister was there. They were really careful. And it was a huge problem or something just about a scratch." Sam had to laugh.

"That's so sweet of you family." I said. Harry agreed saying he couldn't have wished for better parents.

"How did you get that scar? the one on your hand." I was happy he told me the place where her scar was, otherwise I wouldn't have known.

"The story of this scar will stay unknown. I have now idea how I got it. But I've got a scar on my left foot." I did have a scar on my left foot. And Harry would never be able to see she didn't have a scar there. until they went all the way, and I hope he has forgotten about it by then.

"Alright. Tell me about your foot scar." He agreed.

"So when I was younger I went to my cousins. They live in Cornwall. They have this huge lake near their house. So one day we decided to tie ropes to Playmobile boats and throw them into the water and pull back." I said remembering everything again. "It's more fun than it sounds." Harry laughed loudly.

"But then the rope snapped. So the boat was somewhere in the lake, we couldn't reach it. So my cousin told me I should get the boat back. Because I was the oldest. So I pulled off my clothes and went into the ice cold water with only my undies." Harry had to laugh again. And I blushed, thinking about what I just told him.

"So I was walking and then suddenly I felt this pain in my foot. I must have scrapped against a sharp stone. But I thought it would just leave a scratch. So I bit my lip, ignored the burning pain and went towards the boat. When I got back I noticed there was a huge cut in my foot." I finished.

"So basically you were hurt pretty bad, but you got the boat for your cousins anyway." he asked raising his eyebrows.

"I thought about my cousins. They seemed so hopeful when I looked at them. So I continued, wanting to give them their boat back. It wasn't about me at that point." I can't imagine Sam doing something like that, but Harry believed her.

"You are really the most selfless person I know Sam." I smiled, she really liked him and this made him like her more. "Would you be my girlfriend?" he asked her. There was a silence. I thought Sam was about to answer herself. But she didn't.

"If you-"

"Yes." I said. "I would love to be your girlfriend." we just talked through the night. About Harry's sister, and about one of my favorite bands. which Sam hates. and about the tour again. we also talked about 5 Seconds Of Summer.

Harry told Sam, Luke had thrown a fit when he treated me badly. Harry didn't seem afraid of Luke. Harry said he would watch Bambi with Sam on a date. because he thought it was the perfect movie to watch with the girl you love.

This made me mad. he watched Bambi with me, he's so stupid. What is wrong with him? we talked about old timers and the book I was reading. I couldn't read it while Harry was around now, it would seem specious.

After hours of talking about nothing. Harry took Sam home and I was free. A whole night talking to Harry. A whole night waisted. I planned on finishing my book, but that wouldn't work now.
I fell asleep after their date. and when I woke up in the hotel room it was dark. I faced towards the window. It was night. Or just really early.

I got up, dressed myself and stumbled into Sam's room. she was still asleep. I started to look around, I was just really bored and Sam wouldn't mind. I saw her make-up kit.

I inched closer. I could try to put on make-up. I've done it enough times with other people. I sat down in front of the mirror. I frowned when I looked at myself.

I picked up a brush, I started combing through my hair. this might sound dirty, but I barely brushed my hair. and when I did, I did it briefly. But this time I wanted the job done.

So when I was finished brushing my hair, my head hurt from pulling at my own hair. But when I turned towards the mirror, my hair looked decent. I touched it, it didn't feel rough, it felt soft.

My black locks laid perfectly onto my shoulders. I picked up Sam's make-up kit and I didn't know where to start. I decided I should start with my eyes, and then look if I had to do more.
I put on mascara, eyeliner and curled my eyelashes. I wanted to put on eyeshadow but decided against it. Because when I wanted to take a look into the mirror. I didn't recognize myself anymore.

Is this what make-up does to you? I touched my cheeks. And the girl in the mirror did too. I closed my eyes, what had just happened. I opened them again. Expecting to see my hideous self again.

But no, the beautiful girl was staring back at me. Her brown eyes popping. Her pink lips standing out, her nose a bit too long which wasn't that pretty, and beautiful black locks.

My hair came down to my waist, and it had a little bit of a wave in it. How did this happen? this shouldn't be possible, this couldn't be possible.

I checked the time. Sam was about to wake up. what would she think of this? should I remove the make-up and try to make my hair look as messy as possible.

I didn't. I walked out the door, down the stairs onto the streets. I walked around. People didn't give me disgust looks, didn't try to avoid my gaze, I even saw this older woman smile at me and I smiled back.

I walked into a Costa. I had seen Sam do this. "Hello." I smiled at the boy behind the counter. He smiled back at me, winking.

"And what can I get you today love?" he asked a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Just a regular espresso." I told him, smiling back. He went to get my espresso and I waited.

"Here's your espresso. Plus my number. That'll be Three dolar please." I gave him his money. Took the cup and walked out of the shop.

That guy just gave me his number! That did not just happened. I squealed. I smiled happily. People could like me now. I went back, a smile plastered on my face.

I saw Sam walking. Looking perfect as always. "Hey Sam." I said happily. She looked me up and down, like she was trying to place me.

"Sorry. Who are you?" she gave me a sweet fake smile.

"It's me. Scarlett." I smiled happily. But Sam didn't share the same excitement. She frowned.

"What have you done? you look horrible." My smile disappeared. I didn't look good? I looked ugly, maybe it was just the thought of being pretty.

"I do?" I asked. she nodded. "I thought I looked representable." I looked down.

"We need to get you out of the public area as soon as possible." She tried to hurry me up the stairs.

"But you said only pretty girls get numbers from coffee guys." I said. She shrugged it off, not even replying.

She pulled me towards my room, but was stopped by a voice. "Hey Sam, have you seen Scarlett?" I turned around and faced Niall. He looked at Sam, but then his eyes fell on me.
He didn't back away, but he was my friend. I think he had gotten over my ugliness. "I'm Niall." he introduced.

"Yeah, I know you're my friend. Why were you looking for me?" I asked him. He frowned and looked me up and down. His frown disappeared.

"Scarlett. Is that really you?" Sam was tugging my arm slightly. Like she wanted to get me away as fast as possible.

"We were just about to go inside my room." Sam snapped at Niall. "Because we need to handle some serious things." she gave me a look. Wanting to say I was uglier then before and we needed to do something about that.

"It's just Niall. He knows I'm ugly," I said turning towards Niall again.

"Ugly?" he asked raising his eyes brows. "You're beautiful Scarlett." That's when everything stopped moving around me.

I could feel my heart in my throat. I felt a weird feeling inside my stomach. I felt different emotions.

Never have I been called beautiful. In my whole life I've never been called something like beautiful, pretty or things alike.

"Yo-you think I'm beautiful?" I stuttered. He looked at me baffled.

"I think you're more then beautiful. Why did you hide yourself like this?" Niall exclaimed.

"I just... it's not explainable in a hallway of a hotel." I told him making him laugh. He laughed louder then he should have.

"Why were you looking for me?" I asked him again.

"Alex wanted to see you, and I wanted to hang out with you too. So maybe we could hang out. The three of us before Sam's concert starts."

Sam. she lied to me about how I looked like. She said I was hideous. Niall told me I was beautiful. But maybe that's just what I wanted to hear, Sam is my best friend after all. She wants what's best for me.

"I'll be there in a few, I just need to handle something with Sam first."

Notes

accidentally posted the wrong chapter, oops! thanks for reading.

NIall is so obvious in this chapter, haha I love him like this. like an awkward potato