Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch

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18. Seeing Her For The First Time

Harry's P.O.V:

I wondered out into the streets of London, sick and tired of being locked up by the boys. Why the hell would they keep me inside? London wasn't that dangerous. Although that's debatable.

I meandered around, bored and curious as to why I couldn't just go and spend money like there was no tomorrow. I had more than enough cash, didn't I?

"Sir? Would you like a sample of our new doughnuts? They're filled with cream and topped with brownie mix."

A very friendly girl with an apron tied around her waist held out a tray, smiling at me.

"Thanks." I popped a bite-sized piece of the doughnut in my mouth and it was mouth-wateringly good. I headed into the cafe she had came from and ordered two of them. One for now, one for later.

After paying, I looked around for a place to sit. But nowhere was avalible except for an almost empty booth at the back.

A girl was sat alone, sipping something from a styrofoam cup. She had white-blond hair, slate grey eyes and she was dressed in a plain red summer dress with matching lipstick and black strappy sandals. Judging by her expression, she wasn't used to wearing something like that. I pegged her as a black-jeans-black-jacket-black-boots kind of girl.

"May I sit here?" I asked, holding the doughnuts in a paper bag.

She looked up, slightly flustered, before blinking in astonishment.

"Um- I mean- if you. . . okay.", she said at last, blushing gently.

I grinned at her shyness, sliding into the booth.

"Enjoying the tea?" I looked at the milky brown drink and she nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. I'd only just met her, and it was like we were on a Second Chance date.

"So, enjoying the weather?" I bit into my doughnut, cream filling my mouth.

She laughed, seeming slightly weary.

"Yeah, it's okay. Not the best I've experienced."

I nodded, and I noticed whenever she opened her mouth to speak, she would hesitate as if to consider what she was about to say. Whether it would be safe to speak about.

She mulled over her next words, as if saying them were almost a joke.

"What's you're name?"

She seemed strange. Nothing new there. I'd been with quite a few nutters. But she seemed familiar.

"Harry, and you?"

The girl smiled, seeming to have the answer immediately. Like she'd

rehursed this conversation infront of her mirror.

"It's Alexia. Just call me Alex."

"So, Alex, what're you doing here?" I spoke, taking another bite.

"You have cream on your mouth." Alex said, swapping the subject quickly. I wiped my lips with my napkin, but she shook her head.

"Missed it." And with that, she picked up the napkin, leaned over the table and wiped the cream from the corner of my lips. Our eyes locked and she stuttered, tears welling in her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-", she blushed furiously.

"It's fine," I interupted. "I've had alot worse than somebody cleaning my face."

She giggled, a soft melodic sound, and drank her tea.

We sat in silence for a while, not speaking, just eating and drinking. Have you ever had a moment where you hear a song or see a picture of someone and recognise them. The name is on the tip of your tongue, but it's stuck somewhere inside, clawing to get out? It's how I felt about Alex. She seemed so familiar, but I couldn't pin it down. It would keep me awake tonight, I'm sure of it.

Finally, after finishing my doughnut and cleaning up the table, I got up and Alex glanced up, a desperate look in her eyes. They were pleading 'don't go'.

I pursed my lips, gave a small goodbye with a smile, Alex tensing with mild indigition.

"Till next time, Harry."

My name rolled off her tongue like it was the most precious thing in the world.

It upset me to leave her, for no apparent reason.

"Bye." I didn't say her name. Somehow it didn't feel right.

And with a final wave, I left the cafe behind.

I left Alex behind.

 

 

Ruby's P.O.V:

I sat cross-legged on my bed in my house, in the stupid red dress, the black sandals lying on the floor.

I was flicking through the photos on my phone of Harry and I.

The wallpaper on my phone was a picture of Harry pecking me on the nose, with me giggling against his chest. I felt my throat close up and tear threatened to fall. But I held them back so I could see the pictures. After a while of looking, I came to the last picture. It was a photo of us in the tattoo parlour, hand in hand while the tattoo artist gave me my tattoo. I looked at my ankle, covered in foundation, but it was slightly visible. I'd wanted him to see it so badly, remind him of what we once had. But I couldn't. For his sake.

I looked at him on the screen of my phone, his green eyes twinkling and me biting down on my lower lip to ease the pain. He was squeezing my hand for support, his lips parted to reveal a genuine grin. He seemed happy.

But look what you did to him, I told myself, you destroyed him. Nearly killed him.

Then a countering thought entered my mind:

But he's alright now isn't he? And didn't he say he loved you? Weren't you there for him?

I put my hands to my ears, as if somehow I could block out myself.

I hadn't seen Red in so long, nor any of the boys and their girlfriends. Were they safe? Happy? Dead?

Probably dead. I bet the telepath's done away with them too.

After the headache eased up, I lay curled up on my bed, phone in hand.

I jumped when it began to buzz, and without thinking, clicked 'Accept'.

"Hello?" My voice was raw, empty. Lost.

"Um, is this Ruby?"

Pain and joy simutaneously shot through me and I sat up, alert.

"Yes, is this Harry?"

"Well, yes. I don't know why you're on my contact list. I don't know you. Tell me you're not one of the needy one-night-stands I used to have." He sighed, annoyed.

"No, no. I'm not. I'm, er. . ."

Damn, how would I play this out? Stupid, stupid Ruby.

"I'm Niall's girlfriend."

WHAT?! Niall's girlfriend!  my mind screamed, and I cursed, mentally headbutting a wall.

"He never told me he had a girlfriend. . . odd."

"Well, you know Niall." Yes, Ruby, he does know Niall. Now go and tell the truth, you bad girl.

"Well, um, cool. I'd like to meet you sometime."

"Sure."

And with that, I hung up, smacking my palm against my forehead.

"Stupid girl. Look what you've done now." I whispered to myself, angry and worried at the same time. I'd have to call Niall and explain everything unless I wanted a very mad Irish singer banging on my front door asking why I was such a good liar.

I'd sell my favourite jeans to take back what I said, but not even that could undo what's been done.

I didn't know just yet how to solve this, but there's one thing I did know:

I'm so fucked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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