Forbidden

"Okay, I'll see you later then." I told the boys who were laving to go to a meeting, shutting the door to my hotel room behind them.
We'd only been here for a few hours, yet they already had to work. I didn't mind too much though, and I'd be taking the opportunity to check people's Facebook. More specifically, James's.
I wanted to see what he'd been up to, and whether he'd mentioned anything on Facebook about his new whore - I mean girlfriend.

Logging into Facebook, I typed his name into the search engine, completely ignoring the large number of notifications I had. Presumably, people had found out about:

a)James and I breaking up, and wanted to know why, probably so that they could gossip about it.

or

b)They had heard about Liam coming home, and were suddenly interested because he was famous now.

I guessed it was a combination of the two, rolling my eyes at how desperate some people seemed to be.

Once James' profile appeared, I scanned it quickly, noting that his relationship status had changed to 'In a relationship'. The girls' name was Jessica Taylor, she was in year twelve at our school. The only silver lining that I could find was that I wouldn't have to see her again, as I'd officially finished school.

She was blonde, like myself, although her hair had obviously been bleached to look like that. Clicking on the link to her profile, I examined her more closely. Her hair was much longer than mine, and it was more than halfway down her back. I felt slightly sick as I thought back to when James had encouraged me to grow my hair like hers.
"You'd look good like that." he'd assured me, although I'd shaken my head vigorously at the suggestion.

"It would be awful, I like my hair at the moment." I'd told him firmly, ignoring his exasperated look as he grumbled about me being too stubborn for my own good.

Had I really pushed him to cheating? Was it my fault? I didn't know that something so trivial would send him over the edge, yet that's what it seemed to have done.

Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I looked back at her photos. In most of them she seemed to be attempting to model, although the shots were all abviously unprofessional. In one shot she was on the beach, hand resting on her hip as she stuck her chest out in the tiny bikini she had wriggled into. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but see the appeal. She was undoubtedly attractive, in a very blonde, booby way.

It surprised me that James had gone for her, as aside from our blonde hair, we were polar opposites.
She had big brown eyes, whilst mine were a grey colour. She had big, plump red lips, whereas I had slightly thinner lips, which were undefined on top. Her hair had been styled to within an inch of it's life. I usually wore my hair down, leaving it wavy, mostly because I couldn't be bothered to style it properly.

In short, he'd left me for a prettier, younger model.
I hadn't expected that to happen until I was fifty, going grey and married with kids.

I glared at the screen, cursing the girl for making me so bitter. I began to scroll down her profile, looking for clues as to when they got together.

'Great time hanging out with James today.' she'd written about a month ago. The day before that it showed 'I love James more than life itself'.

How the fuck had I not realized this? Not only were we together when he'd slept with her, but he hadn't even minded plastering it all over Facebook.
I literally didn't know what to do. I thought about phoning him, but if I heard his voice I'd probably end up strangling somebody. Instead, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, and screamed. Literally as loud as I could, for as long as I could.

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed at the wall as I imagined his face stuck on it. Then, I pulled off my leather ballet flats, taking them and throwing them at the wall in turn.

Like a caffeine high, after my little fit I hit an all time low. Suddenly feeling quite wobbly as I looked at the wall which I'd just attacked, I made my way to the bed, slower than I thought possible.
"Why is he still doing this to me?" I asked myself quietly as I began to sob into my hands.

Not a minute later, my phone rang in my pocket. Stooshe's black heart blared out, signalling that it was Louis so I picked it up. He didn't wait for me to respond before he began to speak.

"What's going on? The hotel just rang me to say that they can hear someone screaming and crying in your room." he stated worriedly.
"I...James..long hair. Don't know what to do..." I managed to choke out through my tears.
"One minute, I'll be right there." he said firmly, hanging up before I even had the chance to tell him that I didn't need any help.