Double the Styles

Tess Jennings was one of those girls that when you look at her you'd probably think, "Wow she must be that stuck up popular girl like in the movies." And for the record, that's half true. She was popular and pretty like in the movies, but not stuck up. She was a sweet, caring, beautiful, young girl. All the guys would hit on her & comment dirty things. But all she did was look down on them in disgust. Despite her popularity, her best friend was the last person you'd expect. Marcel Styles. The down-look dork of the school that everyone teased. Everyone bullied him despite the fact his best friend was "the popular girl" and no one bothered Tess about be best friends with "that dork". It was a weird system, and the two hated it. But suddenly something happens that might change everything in their lives. Marcel's twin brother is released from reformatory school after getting in serious trouble. A story about a boy no one ever knew. His name? Harry Styles.

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11. I didn't Care

Chapter 11 - I didn't Care

 

Tess' POV: By the time we got to the cafe, it had been raining like crazy for the past 5 minutes. We sat in the car for another 10 minutes trying to wait it out, but it wouldn't stop.

"I think we should just make a run for it.." Harry suggested.
I stared at him, wide eyed, "Are you crazy? The rain is stronger than it was 15 minutes ago!" 
"Well unless you wanna spend the next 1 hour in your car, we can either make a run for it or head back."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine."

We jumped out of the car and ran towards the building. We were literally running for about 5 seconds but by the time we made it to the door, we were already soaked. We walked into the cafe, drenched in water. I felt bad for dragging a trail of water on the floor, but I really had no choice at this point. As we sat down in a table in the back corner of the room, the last 4 people got up and left.

"I can't believe you made me do that." I said to him, as I inspected my watered down hair. It was all droopy and flat. I looked terrible and yet, he was still looking at me. This was really embarrassing. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.

"Awhh, I'm sorry Tess." he gave me a fake pouty look. I laughed and reached over to punch him in the arm. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed, surprised. 
I just laughed at him. I got up to look at the little window in the front that displayed all the snacks and food, and Harry followed me. 

"What's good here?" he asked me.
"Everything."

He chuckled, and settled on getting a muffin and a coffee.
I ordered my usual, a french vanilla with one scoop of mint chocolate ice-cream on the side. 

We sat back down at our table and waited for our drinks. He ripped off the top half of his muffin and picked off pieces, eating them one by one. 

"So Tess, how long have you, Mandy, and my brother all been friends for?" 
I thought back to the last couple of years, "Well when I moved here in 7th grade, Marcel was the only nice guy who would talk to me. Every other guy would only ever hit on me or simply ignore me for some reason. And none of the girls really liked me either. But then in 9th grade, we met Mandy and well, that was that. It's pretty much been the 3 of us ever since."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to like, intrude or anything...I just-"

I interrupted him, "No no, don't be ridiculous. You're Marcel's brother, so you're always welcome. Besides, clearly all four of us get along nicely, so there's nothing to worry about." I smiled, reassuring him. 

A bell rang behind us and the lady at the counter was standing there with two cups in her hands, "Drinks are ready."

Harry went up to grab them, "Thank you." I heard him say to the woman at the cash.

He set mine down in front of me and I blew on the top of it. 

He sat back down, "So, you said you moved here in grade 7. Why did you move?" he asked me.

"Well um, I lived in Atlanta before. But we moved when I was 13 because my dad..." I choked up a little, not even realizing I was about to talk about my father. I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes, as I tried my best to hold them back. But one stubborn tear slipped out and rolled down my cheek anyways. I sniffled and wiped the tear off my face. 

Harry got up and rushed beside me, he put his hand on mine, "Tess, I'm sorry. I didn't know that was a sensitive subject. It's fine, we don't have to talk about it."

"No I'm sorry, I'm being over dramatic, I'm not usually like this, really." I apologized, embarassed by my actions. I don't usually cry, but when I do, there's not much I can do to stop it. 

"No Tess. It's okay to cry every once in a while. It's a part of life, you shouldn't be ashamed because you got upset. Everyone gets upset, everyone cries, and everyone has that sore subject they don't want to bring up. It's okay. I won't ask you about that again." he smiled at me, his eyes telling me that everything was alright. This guy was the definition of perfect. I looked at him and returned the smile. I pulled him in for a hug, Marcel was the only person I've ever told anything about my father to. And he reacted quite similar to Harry. I thought that Harry and Marcel were complete opposites, but I guess deep down they're really not so different. I guess they're more than just twins on the outside.

When I pulled away, Harry got up, offering his hand for me to take. I took his extended hand and we headed out the door, throwing away our drinks in the trash can by the front window. Now it was only drizzling so we didn't care much to make a run for the car. We stopped in front of the car, when I remembered what I was really supposed to be doing here. Not giving Harry hugs, or    laughing because we got soaked in the rain, or having him be all nice with me because I was stupid and got upset about something. I'm supposed to be getting him to ask out Mandy. Honestly, I love Mandy but that idea is just pissing me off now. I'm not even going to be subtle, I'm just going to tell him she likes me (because come on, it's not like that's a secret anymore) and if he likes her..then great. I guess.

"Um, anyways. So Harry, I'm kind of supposed to be doing something but I haven't exactly gotten to it yet so I'm just going to say it."
He gave me an odd look, but agreed, "Okay, what is it?" 
"Well, you see I think we all know Mandy likes you. And I'm sure you know too. She was kind of hoping you would ask her out on a date, and well I told her I'd help her because after all, she's my best friend..so..yeah. I don't really know if you feel the same way but I guess it's worth a shot, I don't know. I'm sorry, is the too straight forward? I just figured I'd just say it..I-I don't know," 

I continued to ramble on a little more, before Harry looked me dead in the eye, walking towards me. As he got closer, I tried to back up. But only a few small steps backwards already had me leaning my back straight against the side of my car, with Harry only centimetres away from me.

He leaned down a little, lifting up my chin so my eyes would meet his.

'Stop him Tess. STOP HIM.' my brain kept telling me that, but my body wouldn't respond. I was frozen and incapable  of stopping him. 

"Tess, I like Mandy. But she's a friend. I like you. More than a friend. Not Mandy. You. And you know that."

He leaned down closer to me and lifted my chin up slightly higher before our lips finally touched.

'STOP HIM TESS. You're going to break Mandy's heart. Stop. Him. Now.' my head was telling me one thing, but my body was doing something else. I kissed him back as the rain around us became stronger, and soon the water droplets were crashing down on us harder than before. But we didn't care. I was stuck in this moment and I didn't want to get out. I wanted to stay here forever with Harry and not have to worry about what Mandy would think. I want to be able to be with Harry without hurting her. The only problem is, we don't always get what we want. Sometimes we want something but it's just not going to happen. This was one of those times. I will have to face Mandy after this. Wether or not I tell her about this, it doesn't change the fact that I did it. Twice. I'm a terrible friend, and I know it. But right now, while I'm with Harry, for some reason....I didn't care.

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Author's Note: I really hope this chapter was okay, enjoy! xx Thanks for reading :3

 

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