"You sure you want to do this?" I heard Niall whisper to me as I headed for the door. I turned around to look at him with a smile on my face. He looked worried but then relaxed and smiled back. "I'm sure you will be fine..." I laughed and gave him a quick hug before following Kendra out the door.
Yeah I was with Kendra. No I did not want to be. But this was all part of the plan.
"So you really want to hang out with me?" Kendra asked, sounding very doubtful of my presence.
"Yeah, I don't see why we have to hate each other," I said with an extreme amount of sugar coating. I observed her outfit. A long sleeved tee and jeans. Unusual, especially for her, and I hated to admit, but she looked nice in decent clothes. I looked down at my own outfit. Jean shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt.
"oh, okay," she said, sounding like she didn't care. Maybe I wouldn't have the urge to kill her today. "Stop checking me out, you dike." I thought too soon.
"Wow, nice much?" I asked sarcastically.
"Shut up, I know you like Harry," she said rolling her eyes.
"I do not," I said, fighting back the guilt that came with saying that. Don't break Bow, lying is all part of winning Harry. "He's yours, I got Niall."
She looked at me like she didn't believe me as we got into her car.
"Okay, so maybe I did like Harry," I admitted, sort of. "But, when I went out with Niall after Harry rejected me for you, I knew I had to get over him. And I maybe I still have some feelings for him... But that's why I wanted to hang out with you. To convince myself you guys are perfect together." Absolute bullshit flying out of my mouth right there. I was starting to hate my plan at that moment.
"Wow... Really?" she said, sounding less doubtful of me.
"Of course." Fuck no.
"Well okay," Kendra smiled. Wow, where did that come from? No, she's a bitch, nothing to like about her. "Let's go to my place. I have a date with Harry tonight anyways so you can help me get ready."
"Sure," I said to her. My plan was working out so perfectly. "Actually, can we get some coffee or something?"
"Uh, yeah sure," Kendra said.
"Don't worry, my treat," I said giving her a big smile. She smiled back and drove us to a cafe nearby.
We walked in and stood in the long line that was there. Now, since part 1 of my plan, getting Kendra to think I was her friend, worked out so easily, I needed to get part 2 into action. As we got closer and closer to the cashier, Kendra seemed to get a bit more worried about the time. She was slightly twirling her blonde hair every time she looked at the clock. But she stopped once I placed our orders and we stood in the pick up area.
I knew this plan was hard to do but as I got our orders I waited a bit for Kendra to rush me. When she said, "C'mon Bow, let's go!" I turned around swiftly and bumped our drinks into her on accident. I pretended to look mortified as her eyes widened and she looked up at me.
"I-I-I'm so sorry Kendra!" I fakely cried out. I must have been a good actress.
"Whatever, let's just go, I need to take a shower now," she said. As we walked out, I smiled at her from behind her. My plan was going so smoothly.
"Okay, so I will just go into the shower and you stay here," Kendra informed me as I took a seat on her bed and she plopped her phone down next to me. I quickly shut off my phone and held it up.
"Kendra, can I go on your phone to call Niall? Mine just died," I asked. I just really needed her phone.
"Uh sure, I guess," Kendra said. Then she unlocked her phone and tossed it to me. "But don't go on it for too long, I need the charge." There was like 30%.
"Okay, I probably won't," I said. She walked off into her bathroom. Once I heard the shower run, I immediately went through her phone. First to the texts, to see if she sent the pictures of Harry to anyone. She hadn't. Then to her social networking apps. Nothing there either. Finally I came across her photos.
I was mortified. There were so many nudes of Harry. Now, I was blushing like mad, because it was Harry, but I was disgusted that she would take pictures of him, naked and passed out. I deleted them.
I deleted them all.
Then I went to her texts to text Niall and say, "I'll see you at home ;)" That meant my job was done and we could relax.
But just as I was about to get off her phone and delete all my traces, a text stood out to me. It was to someone name 'Dan'. I had to open it.
'So did you get the money for the curly freak?'
I had a feeling that he was talking about Harry. I scrolled through the messages between Dan and Kendra and found myself smiling from ear to ear, especially to a message she sent in particular.
'Of course I didn't have sex with him, I just took his nudes and then said we had sex. Its Harry Styles. He's just kind of cute. I want that money. Haven't you ever heard of blackmail? ;)'
I turned my phone on to take a picture of the messages to show to Harry and Niall. Then I heard the shower turn off and scrambled to delete my traces. I turned off her phone and tossed it down then held mine.
"Hey," Kendra said. I looked up at her. "I thought your phone was dead?"
"Oh," I said. "I did too. But then I remembered I turned it off earlier. I remembered right when you got in so I just put your phone down. Sorry."
"That's fine," she said as my phone started to ring.
"Sorry," I smiled seeing it was Niall's call and showed her. "Hey Niall!"
"Hey, I came to pick you up," he said.
"Oh... Okay, I will be right down," I said hanging up the phone and watching Kendra pick up her's and type in a number with speed. I motioned for her that I was leaving and she dismissed me with a nod. I got up and left her room, smiling like an idiot as blabbed on the phone to one of her friends on how she was going on a date with Harry. Not gonna happen bitch.
As I started to open the front door, something stopped me. The mention of my name in a conversation. She was talking about me.
"Ugh she's such a bitch," Kendra said. "Dan, she's such a snotty rich kid. I can't believe she thinks Harry and the boys actually like her, she's so annoying. Pretty? No, Dan, she's hideous! She's disgusting..." I slammed the door shut and walked out.
I could see Harry in the passenger seat, looking freaked out, and Niall in the driver's seat, laughing about something. I stormed into the back seat and commanded Niall to drive. Both of the boys seemed surprised by my sudden outburst. "I said drive, dammit!" I screamed making Niall jump, but drive away from the horrid place.
A short while into the drive, Harry turned around a bit. I was fuming at what Kendra said about me. I wasn't mad that she said it, I was mad that I had to contain myself or else I would start crying. I know I'm pretty, but it hurts sometimes when someone calls me disgusting or hideous. Its like Veronica being such a bitch to me. Again.
"Love? Is something the matter?" Harry asked. He sounded nervous, but also concerned. I didn't answer him. I couldn't. I would cry if I spoke anymore. I bit the inside of my lower lip, crossed my arms and legs, and stared out the window. "Bow?" I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. That finally shut him up.
We got back to their apartment and Harry led me straight to his room. "Spill," he said after locking the door and sitting us down on his bed. I just stared at him, glared at him. I hated this, I didn't want him to see me cry... especially over such a stupid reason. "Now."
"Uhm..." I let out, his tone scaring me a bit. I would never admit that to Harry, but it did. "It's..." Then I had an idea. "It's just that... the photos..."
"What happened?" Harry asked. I plastered a smile on my face.
"They cease to exist!" I added some false joy in there, making it sound real. "She has nothing to hold you against now!"
"This is so brilliant!" Harry jumps up from the bed happily. I smile at him, a genuine smile. He can be so cute. Especially when he's dancing like a little five year old. "This means I can be with you now!"
"Slow down partner, who said I was going to let that happen?" I raise a brow at him. His face drops drastically and he looks like he's about to cry. "Oh my goodness, I'm just kidding! But you should see your face!" I laugh and he gives me a playful pout.
"It's not funny!" he said, swatting my arm playfully. I dodged him and laid my back on his bed. I motioned for him to lay down next to me. He obliged and we scooted close to each other and silently stared at the ceiling.
It was a nice feeling. The silence was soothing, and somewhat relaxing. I took hold of his hand/ He gave me a little squeeze before we idly held them together on the bed, in between us. Even though it was totally quiet, it was perfect.
"Hey Nerd?" I said interrupting the silence. He gave out a hum in response. "If someone told me when I first met you, that we would be this close, I don't think I would have believed them."
"To be honest Bookworm," he said taking my nickname. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. I thought he would say 'me too', but instead he said, "I think you would have punched them square in the face." That made me release a laugh. It's funny because we both know that would have been a great possibility. "Hey Bow?"
"Yeah Harry?" I responded. I felt him shift next to me. His eyes were staring at my face.
"What did she say?" Harry asked. His eyes felt like they were now trying to burn a hole through my head. The silence took over again, but Harry didn't let it stay. "Bow..."
"Am I really hideous? Am I really disgusting?" I said in a very shaky voice. The tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill. Harry's body jolt up and he stared down at me.
"What the fuck?" Harry said. My eyes widened. It was usually me blurting out foul language, not Harry. "She said that to you and you let her get to you? No! You know you're beautiful!"
"Ah...well..." I started to say but something sparked in me. What if all this time I was the only one who thought I was beautiful? I let out a ragged breath and began to cry. I covered my eyes with my hands. Why the hell were her words bothering me so much?
I felt my hands being removed and Harry's lips kissing at the tears running down my face. I don't know for how long that lasted, but all I know is that I woke up with Harry right next to me, holding me close to him.