I walked out of the building, with my now paint-splattered clothes. I had the best time with Harry, and I didn't even realize it.
"So? How was that?" He asked.
"It was great." I thought about taking his hand, but decided not to. We got into his car, and I put my seatbelt on, but Harry stopped. " I forgot my jacket". He said as he got out of the car again. "Okay."
I sat there for about 10 seconds, when his phone went off. I didn't want to look at it. but I saw it was from Zayn. "Okay, maybe just one look.." I thought to myself and I took it and read the message.
From Zayn: hey did you do it yet?
A smile came across my face. Do what yet? Ask me out again? I Immediately felt happy, so I replied "Not yet!" Harry still wasn't out yet. Hmm, maybe he couldn't find it. I couldn't wait to tell Jocelyn, that Harry Styles was actually going to ask me out again. I heard Harry's phone go off again, and I went to look at the message.
"You should really do it soon, so she won't be even more upset."
I wasn't smiling anymore. What? What did he mean? There was a thought in my head, but I blocked it out. He wouldn't do that. Not Harry. I texted back saying "What am I supposed to say?" I noticed Harry in the window, and I hoped for Zayn to reply fast.
"Just tell her that you felt bad for her so you asked her out. No, I'm kidding, just say you didn't have fun with her."
I threw his phone down where it used to be. So, he felt bad for me? That's all it was? I felt tears coming out of my eyes, but I shut them really tightly. Not here. Not infront of him. Harry came out holding his jacket, and I immediately felt anger. "Hello, sorry it took-" He began.
"You felt bad for me?" I said in a quiet voice.
He paused. "what?"
"Is that the only reason you asked me out? Because no one else would?" I said, my voice getting louder.
He looked at me. Didn't say anything. I couldn't tell what the look on his face was.
"You lied. You know, I actually thought you were different." I said getting out of his car. " Can we just talk about this?" Harry asked, getting out to talk to me.
"No! " I said walking off. I didn't even want to see him. I felt too embarrassed. I actually started to like him., and honestly, I thought he liked me too. I got out my cell phone and called Jocelyn to pick me up.
"What happened? You're crying!"
"I'll tell you when you come, please hurry."
When she came, I told her what happened with Harry. "That asshole! Me and him are going to have a conversation." She actually made me feel a little bit better. "Do you want to stay the night at my house?" She asked, "No thanks, I just want to be alone tonight." "Okay, talk to you tomorrow."
When I got into my room, I tore all the One Direction posters off of my wall, and ripped them, because I knew one thing for sure.
I wouldn't be seeing them again.
sorry for late chapter :o