Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...

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6. Changing the Past; Chapter 6; Jealousy

"Hey Harry, do you want anything to e - Oh right. Sorry," Louis says behind me. I jump out of Harry's arms and stare at the floor again. Wow, you wouldn't believe how much chewing gum is on the floor, you would think that someone came along with 100 bins full of chewing gum of all colours and tripped, knocking over the bins and then tipping over. The gum is literally pilled on top of each other. Ew, gross. Deciding to make my mind think about something else, I look at Harry's face, which is faintly pink and he says, 
"I was only saying sorry. And yeah, I'm starving too." I smile weakly and walk off to the toilets. I pause the door outside as I hear people talking. 
"... so why were you hugging then?"
"I told you, I was saying sorry. Just one hug!"
"Hmmmm, I'm sure it was. Any blind man would be able to tell that you are going to take a liking to her."
"Just one hug! Anyway, what you eating..." I smile to myself and push the door open. The huge mirror in front of me reflects my bright, still crimson face and my beautiful dress. I walk to the sink and fill it with cold water. I splash it in my face, not caring if it smudges my mascara. I'll look terrible anyway. Turning around, I see Sarah coming out the toilets. 
"Oh hi. Zayn is like, so hot. His eyes are so dreamy too. He's really funny too! I think I like him more than Harry," she says, her eyes sparkling in excitement. She fiddles with her hair, flattening it down before saying, 
"Gotta go, I told Zayn that I'd meet him in a minute at the vending machines and I said that 10 minutes ago." She pulls a face and walks out the door. Wow, I'd love it if Harry spoke to me more. Then again, I met him only about 15 minutes ago anyway so... Something catches my eye. In the door crack, there is some sort of shape... A circle with a black dot in it... An eye! Someone has been spying on me the whole time me and Sarah were talking. I take a mental note to never say any private stuff in any loos again and slowly start towards the door. I hear a loud sigh and it opens, revealing only one person: Cara. I sigh really loudly so that she can tell that she's not wanted but she acts as though she doesn't notice me. She brushes past me and gazes at herself in the mirror, pulling out her lip gloss and applying another thick coat on her perfect lips. 
"Ahem," I say, placing my hands on my hips. She rolls her eyes, turns and imitates me. 
"What?"
"You know what. You where spying on me, weren't you?" She stares at me as if I said the stupidest thing ever.
"Me? Spy on you? Don't think you have THAT much of an interesting life, love." It's my turn to roll my eyes and she struts over to me. "Listen. I saw you and Harry. I heard Sarah talk about Zayn. If you get one step closer to Harry again, Marley, there will be consequences." She walks out and I can't help but laugh. Reasons why:
1) She's so jealous, it's practically unbelievable 
2) She called me Marley! Haha, I had forgotten that I told her to call me that. I just hope that she doesn't call me that in front of Harry or anyone else. I check my face in the mirror one last time and walk out with a smile on my face. But it fades quickly as I see Cara's head so close to Harry's, that if they move one more inch, they would kiss. Unfortunately, with all the shock that was inside me, I gasp really loudly, so it makes Harry look over her head. 
"Hey," he says simply and pulls away. Cara sees me and gives me the evils before turning around and stomping off. I soon realise that I look like a gold fish and snap my mouth shut.
"You were about to kiss her, weren't you?" I ask, knowing he would say no.
"No." Ha, told you.
"Then why were your heads so close together then? Why did it look like that you were nervous?" 
"Because... The papers are all a lie. This competition isn't to be my girl friend. It's for us to meet new people  without getting bombarded with fans every time we step out side. And if we get some talented singers like you, we can let them work with us... Maybe. Depending on how good they really are," he says and sits down, head in his hands. I suddenly feel extremely awkward because I really want to comfort him but he's a famous person and I'm just... Me. 
"Well, um thanks. That's really nice of you. I never um, believed the papers, I just er wanted to get your... Autograph." What a lie. I hear sniggering from behind me and I look round to see straight blonde hair whip round the corner. Cara's friends are here? Wait, no correction: Cara's followers are here? She really must be jealous. 
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