Aria woke up the next morning and found something heavy lying across her stomach. She opened her eyes to look down and found Carol using her as a pillow.

Aria instantly recalled everything that had happened the night before. She recalled Harry's laugh. His kiss. Amy's words. Her laugh. And then she recalled how her friends had caught on to her and had walked her back home. How they had stayed back and tried to console Aria even though she had not shed a single tear. How they had plotted revenge while Aria had sat there listening. And finally, how they had all fallen asleep at the crack of dawn, while Aria lay awake staring at the ceiling.

She had put up a fake smile on her face the entire night just for the benefit of her friends. Her smile had been so forced, that at a point her cheeks had started hurting from the muscles being so tense.

But right now, she didn't want to smile. Not even forcefully. She just needed a few unguarded moments where she could be herself. A few moments where she could think about the boy she fell in love with and how he felt about her. Was she that big a loser?

Was it that bad being poor and unattractive? Not everyone had been blessed with Godly looks like Harry's. But did that give him the right to judge hers? She hadn't signed up to be born in a poor family either. What if she had been born a different person? Better yet, what if she just killed herself and stopped being such a waste of space?

Aria shook her head to get the depressing thoughts out of her mind. What was wrong with her? How could she even think like that? Maybe it was that time of the month. Cause she had the most amazing parents and the most loyal friends in the world. True, she wasn't rich. True, she wasn't popular. True, she got bullied almost every day. But the positives over-rode the negatives for Aria.

And yet, Harry had laughed at her and had pretended to kiss her cause he found her pathetic. She didn't blame him though. He had probably just done her a favor by making her realize how unwanted she was. This way, she would never in a million years think that she had a chance with 'the Harry Styles’ again.

Notes

A/N: Hhiii guys!! :) Absolutely delighted with the votes and comments!!!!! :D You guys are absolutely incredible! Thank you so so sooooooo much for your response! We owe you big time! <3 :) Btw, I convinced my friend to put in her initials when she has something to say in the notes and comments. It gets confusing sometimes so I thought it would be for the best. So from here on out "N.K" means the original author and "A.D" means me!! :D

S/N: I know this chapter is short, depressing and boring but please don't lose hope with the story! :( I'm extremely sleepy. And I just wanted to include a scene where Aria feels depressed and gets negative thoughts. I feel like such thoughts cross all our minds at some point of our lives. So, I tried to make it as real as possible. The next chapter will have a scene with Harry and Aria bumping into each other once again. How do you think that will go? :) <3

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