I made my way to the sports hall at lunch to find Liam had laid out a romantic picnic.
"What the actual fuck Liam?"
"Nice to see you too."
"You've got some explaining to do..."
And so he explained.
The perfect prank.
The perfect, homophobic, life ruining prank.
"It's genius," he smirked, "Now I'll hide whilst you wait for Niall."
Liam hid under the stands whilst I sat down looking as sexy and as gay as possible.
I ran down the corridor in delight, clutching the note close to my chest. Harry Styles had asked ME on a date!
Niall Horan had finally got a date! So Liam's status was right... Harry really was gay.
I sprayed Lady Gaga's perfume on every inch of my body. I had to smell good for him.
I took a minute to compose myself before heading inside.
Don't worry Niall... Don't worry. Deep breathes. Innn, Outttt, Innn, Outtt. There.
I walked in, sweat dripping off my forehead. Not sexy Niall, not sexy at all.
Harry had set up a cute little picnic with scented candles any everything.
When I smelt the familiar scent of a strawberry scented candle burning I knew we were soulmates.
"How are you?"
"Nervous about this date. I really like you, Ni. What about you?"
I blushed, this was one of my fantasies coming true. His sexiness was killing me. His hair was so long... I just want to run my fingers through it.
"Me? I feel seduced."
Harry stood up and I copied.
"I have fancied you for so long now."
There was now only inches between us.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my back. Touching me in all the right places.
I wasn't going to wait for him to ask me again. I took my chance and caressed his cheek, I could feel his breath, brushing against the tip of my nose. Minty.
I slowly touched my lips against his, wishing I would have put a coat of Chapstick on.
He didn't kiss back?
To hell with that, I still kissed him with as much passion as I could handle. All those years longing for him, all those terrible fanfictions I wrote, all those hours I spent searching him on social media, all those weird teenage boy fantasies led to this...
Until I heard the click of a camera.
I snapped my head back and saw Liam laughing hysterically. I looked back at Harry and he was laughing too.
Was this a nightmare?
"You stupid fuck," Harry said
Every insult was like a bullet.
"You think I would ever fall in love with a ugly gay like you."
Ouch. The pain.
Liam took a step forward, "This picture is going on Harry's Facebook and the world will know you're a rapist."
Tears formed in my eyes.
"I... I didn't... Please..."
"Oh but you did," Liam sneered, "You threw yourself on poor Harry."
I ran out like a little bitch but not fast enough as I caught the voice that I had come to love:
"Like I'd ever fall in love with him."