The Fault In Our Stars

A story of cat and mouse. Who will give in first? Will Harry give up chasing a very coy girl? Will Jade let him catch her? Or will she have no choice? Just how dark can this game get? Read to find out. Edit

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1. The Power of Gloss

Jade's POV

"Jade Lowa" the DJ called my name and I sighed. No wonder my friends were so happy to come to this club. I mean, I had no complaints seeing as my idols just so happened to show up, but really? Open mic? I was hesitant to go up, singing had always been a love of mine. That didn't mean embarrassing myself in front of five hot guys and my best friends was in the top five of my bucket list... None of my friends like One Direction as much as I do so they didn't see my dilemma.
The DJ smiled at me and handed me the mic as my giggling friends shoved me onto the stage. I looked at the crowd for what felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds. My friends smiled and gave me thumbs ups, and One Direction had their backs to me, leaning into a person I couldn't see to be heard over the crowd.
"So what would you like to sing?" The DJ asked me loudly over his mic.
Gaining confidence I smiled at him. "Surprise me." I said into the mic. My friends cheered. Then Harry Styles looked at me, and whispered something into the DJ's ear. DJ Manny smiled and started doing something on his iPod doc.
The beginning notes came on and I was lost for a moment, not sure which song it was, but as the drums kicked in I recognized it. The Lonely by Christina Perrie.
It was a favourite of mine so I smiled gratefully at Harry, who was watching me intently, and I began to sing.

"2am; where do I begin,
Crying off my face again.
The silent sound of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed.

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room,
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby.
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again.

Too afraid to go inside
For the pain of one more loveless night.
But the loneliness will stay with me
And hold me til I fall asleep.

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room,
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby.
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again.

Broken pieces of
A barely breathing story
Where there once was love
Now there's only me and the lonely.

Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again."

I finish, terrified by the probing gazes of One Direction, and the now I'm sight Simon Crowell. I look around the silent club, wondering if I was really that bad that no one would clap, then they all started. There were cheers and whistles and clapping. I stood, still stunned by the suddenly large amounts of people in the club.
Harry came back onto the stage now, whispers to the DJ again then walked over to me.
"Hello sweetheart." He said, smiling at me. "How would you like to hang out later?"
"I would like to hang out, but any later then now would interrupt my sleep." I say honestly.
"Well maybe I could come with you to bed." Harry winked.
"I wouldn't share my bed with you if you begged me." I winked back, then smiled at him.
"That's what they all say." He said stepping closer, and touching my short red hair. 
"Yes but the 'they' you refer to just so happens to be skanks that would do anything to get your attention. It seems I got that without throwing myself at you." I smiled at him and slapped away the hand he had going for my waist.
"You're feisty. I like that." Did he even hear me. I decided on a different tactic.
"Well I am going to sit down now." I said smiling sweetly.
"Come sit with me."
"Okay." I smiled and acted eager, while hand-signing to my friend Emily that I would be a moment. As Harry sits in the circle of boys I had only dreamed of meeting, I sat on his lap. He looked surprised, but the other boys chuckled, they didn't know what Harry knew, that I had already turned him down. 
I leaned into Harry, burying my face in his shoulder, breathing gently on his neck while his hand traveled up my leg.
"If you want anything Mr. Styles, you will have to beg me. I don't get my hands dirty for no reason." I whispered this seductively in his ear then stood, and swinging my hips, walked back to my table. I didn't look at him again for the next ten minutes, following my elder sister's instructions. She always told me to make it look like you didn't want them, to play hard to get. 
"I am begging you to let me see what your lips taste like." Harry whispered in my ear, his arms snaking around my waist from behind.
I turned to him and smiled. "Cherry. Why do you ask?"
He moaned quietly "Can I have a taste?"
I dug through my purse until I found the gloss I was wearing. "Here you go Curly." I said smiling cheekily "You can even keep it as a parting gift."

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