The Rebound Girl ~ Book 1 ~ Completed!

Liam is having a hard time after his break up with Danielle and when he meets Bess Boone he sees her only as the rebound girl. When Harry begins to really fall for her though things are bound to get complicated. In the meantime, Bess is fighting depression.The story contains cigarette use, a little bit of bad language, and some possible mature content, so, be aware of that.


9. Cats and Tacos

During lunch, Harry didn’t bother talking to me or even looking at me. He pretty much ignored my very existence. This is torture, I thought, throwing my fork angrily on the table and that was the only time that Harry glimpsed at me. He then went on eating and talking with Zayn about a new song they were writing together. After Niall ate five garlic bread sticks for starters, his double cheeseburger with bacon and fries, half of my pizza, what was left from Liam’s chicken fillet and baked potato for lunch, and three balls of ice cream for dessert, we were finally ready to go. He had also drunk two glasses of Pepsi.

Before we left the restaurant, Liam took my hand in his and when Harry saw, he snorted and shook his head. The five boys and I - I really felt like a parasite between them - walked through the crowd and the photographers. I got a little dizzy from all the flashes and the shouts. The boys stopped outside two black cars.

‘We need to talk,’ Liam said to Harry, grabbing his arm.

‘Nah,’ Harry replied, freeing himself. ‘I’ll head home. You two can do whatever you want,’ he said indifferently, looking straight at me. Was he trying to make me cry in front of all these people? Was that what he wanted?

‘Harry, come on,’ Liam said. ‘This was my idea. It’s not Bess’ fault.’

Harry shrugged. ‘I don’t care,’ he said and it sounded as if he actually meant it. He was being so stubborn.

‘I don’t feel very well,’ Niall interrupted, rubbing his belly. ‘I think I’m going to be sick,’ he said.

‘I’ll drive you to your flat,’ Harry offered, unlocking his car.

‘NO,’ Niall protested. ‘It’s too far. Let’s go to your place.’

‘Yeah, Haz, your flat’s just around the corner,’ Zayn agreed and Harry clicked his tongue, annoyed.

‘I swear, it’s as if you all do things just to bug the hell out of me these last few days,’ Harry complained, sitting in the driver’s seat.

‘It’s all set then! We’re all going to Hazza’s!’ Louis said excited and sat in the passenger’s seat. The rest of us split between the two cars and drove to Harry’s flat.


As soon as we went inside Harry’s flat, Niall ran to the toilet and Zayn jumped on the sofa. He rested back and crossed his legs on the coffee table. Louis went to the kitchen and opened a can of Pepsi. I carefully sat next to Zayn, gaping and looking around. His place was so clean and beautiful that I was afraid that if I moved a muscle I might break something. It was spacious with white furniture, white walls and lovely lighting. My excitement went away and I turned sad when I saw Harry and Liam arguing in the kitchen. They were talking in low voices and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Liam was probably explaining the deal him and I had made and Harry was probably giving him a piece of his mind. Louis was there watching them and drinking his Pepsi.

Niall returned from the toilet and dropped on one of the armchairs. ‘Ahh …’ he groaned, rubbing his belly again. ‘It hurts. It must have been something I ate.’

I looked at him with my eyes wide open. Something he ate? If we had stayed at the restaurant any longer I was afraid he might have eaten me too!

‘Aren’t you going to check your twittet?’ Zayn asked me. That got Harry’s attention and he moved closer, putting a pause to his argument with Liam.

‘I don't think so,’ I replied. ‘I have an account but I don’t really use it, you know?’

‘No,’ Zayn said serious. ‘I use mine every day. Anyway, you should check yours. You may have a few new followers today.’

I shrugged. ‘I don’t think that anyone will bother with me,’ I told him.

‘I wouldn’t say that,’ Niall commented, already checking twitter on his phone.

I froze. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

‘Come take a look,’ Niall told me, winking at me. Harry, who was standing behind him, saw what Niall was talking about, cursed something under his breath and began pacing, upset.

‘This is all your fault, Liam,’ Harry accused and Liam said, raising his voice, ‘She-said-yes.’

Well, now I was worried. I sat on the arm of Niall’s armchair and looked at his phone. I gasped.

‘Your name is all over our homepages,’ Niall said, scrolling down.

‘H-how!?’ I stuttered, stunned. ‘H-how did they find out who I am so quickly?’

‘Don’t underestimate directioners, babe,’ Louis said, sitting next to Zayn.

‘Let’s see your profile,’ Niall said. He was all business when it came to twitter. He pressed on it and my mouth hung open. I blinked, not really believing what I was seeing. I used to have about a hundred followers but now I had ten thousand and the profile was bombarded mostly with hate messages.

‘Wow, they really hate me, ha?’ I said after reading a few.

‘Don’t take it personally,’ Zayn said. ‘It’s not that they don’t like you. It’s that they like us too much.’

‘Go play in the traffic you ugly whore,’ I read one of the tweets out loud. I turned to Zayn and told him a little ironically, ‘I think you’re right. This has nothing to do with me.’

Zayn chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He then shrugged and went on playing angry birds on his phone.

‘At least your plan’s working,’ I said, turning to Liam. ‘Everyone’s asking for Danielle.’

‘I’ll go take a nap,' Harry said suddenly. He looked at me. He was so disappointed. 'I’ll be out for a couple of hours, so, I guess I’ll see all of you tonight then,’ he added and went to his bedroom. All I wanted to do at that moment was follow him.

‘What’s tonight?’ I asked, distracting myself.

‘I’m having a Halloween party at my flat,’ Louis said, texting, probably Eleanor.


‘You know you’re coming, right?’ Louis asked, looking up from his phone at me.

‘I don’t really like Halloween,’ I said and the four boys gaped at me.

‘You have to come though,’ Zayn said. ‘Liam will be there so you have to be there. Simple.’

‘Besides, we like you,’ Niall added, smiling and rubbing my back a little.

‘But I don’t – ‘ I started but Louis interrupted me.

‘Don't argue with us. You’re coming. End of story,’ he said coolly, texting again.

‘You’ll have a chance to talk to Harry,’ Liam persuaded.

‘I’ll better go find a costume then,’ I said, sighing and got up.

‘Harry likes cats,’ Louis advised, not looking up from his phone.

‘Yeah,’ Niall said. ‘You should dress as a hot cat or something. Oh, maybe a hot teacher. Or a hot angel,’ he suggested all excited and a little horny too.

‘Definitely a hot cat,’ Zayn agreed, checking me out.

‘What else does Harry like?’ I asked, trying to hide my blushing by fixing my hair. My face was on fire.

‘Tacos,’ Louis replied.

‘Don’t dress as a taco please,’ Liam quickly said. He seemed to be pretty much on board with Niall’s ideas, too.

‘I’ll think about it!’ I said and as I was leaving, I stared at Harry’s closed bedroom door and fought the need to go right in there.

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