Lessons Learned

Payback

“God damnit!!” I shrieked. “Just when I was starting to give a shit about him!”

“This is so Harry,” he shook his head, then reached out to touch my arm.  “Look, I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be,” I sighed.  “Well, I mean…be sorry for earlier but not for this,”

“I’m still sorry for both,” he forced a smile and pulled me into a gentle hug.

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Kaylyn’s POV:

(see sidebar for Kaylyn’s outfit)

I was infront of the mirror, curling my hair.  I had gotten dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink and blue strip sweater. Zayn told me that I needed to get ready, because he had a surprise for me across the hall. 

Zayn had taken a shower and ducked out of the room, saying that he needed to go finish getting some things together.   I’m pretty sure it was partly because he was so annoyed with the puppy. We had named her Tawny.   

In the two short hours that we had her, the she had already managed to chew up a pair of my good heels and Zayn’s cigarettes.  He never had been a huge fan of small dogs, especially puppies.  He had bad experiences with their chewing habits when he was younger.

I unplugged the curling iron and went to work on my makeup.  I was putting on lipgloss when I heard a cracking nose behind me.   I turned around and shrieked at the sight infront of me.

“Oh my god!” I ran over to the puppy and retrieved Zayn’s blackberry from her mouth. “No, no, no!” I scolded.

I heard the door open and I turned to find Zayn, closing the door behind him.   I held his phone behind my back, not wanting him to see whatever damage Tawny had caused. “You ready, baby?”

“Yeah,” I replied quickly.

He raised his eyebrow, suspiciously.  “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I forced a smile.

“What’s behind your back?”

“Don’t be mad,” I sighed and held his phone out to him.  I wasn’t good at lying to him and I hated doing it, besides…I think I had already reached my quota on lying and secret keeping for a while.

He took his phone from my hand and looked over it, he looked over my shoulder at the puppy sitting on the bed.  “Little shit,”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to her,”

“It’s okay,” he turned and scooped her up in his arm and grabbed my hand.  “Come on, love,”

He lead me to a room at the end of the hall and pulled me inside with him.  “Oh my god, Zayn,” I smiled, finding a neatly set candle lit dinner on the balcony.

“I figured we needed something to lift our spirits a little bit,” he laid the puppy down on the bed and planted a kiss on my forehead.

“You’re the best,” I looped my arms around his neck and pecked a kiss on his lips.

“Come on,” he grabbed my hand.  “I’m starving,”

He took my hand once more and pulled me out to the balcony with him.   Like the true gentleman he is, he pulled my chair of for me, then pushed it back in after I sat down.

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Harry’s POV:

Paul did the best he could on damage control.  He called the local news station and let them know that their reports were wrong and we would appreciate it if they would stop airing it, because it was only spreading useless rumors.  It took arguing, but fortunately, they finally agreed after Paul spoke to the big wig of the station.

Paul called and left a message for Simon, to see how he wanted to clean up the mess. 

The outcome was much worse than I thought.  After going back to my room, I sat outside on the balcony and opened Twitter on my phone.

As I scrolled through the tweets, I only got more upset. Of course there was plenty of girls saying that they knew I would never do something like that, there were also plenty saying that they were disgusted or that their parents wouldn’t allow them to listen to our music anymore.

Paul told me to lay low, but my defense mechanism got the better of me. 

I am not a monster. I am not guilty of what I’ve been accused. I love you all. xx.

I stood to my feet when I heard Sierra come back into the room, until I saw something out of the corner of my eye.  The balcony at the end of the building was illuminated by candles with a couple wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, gently moving their hips back and forth with each other in the moonlight. 

“Zayn and Kaylyn are outside being cute,” I said sliding the door closed behind me.

“Huh?” Sierra raised an eyebrow.

“Outside on one of the balconies down the way, looks like they’re dancing in the candlelight,”

“Oh, too cute!” she smiled, pulling take out boxes out of the paper bag that she had laid on the table.

“What’d you get?” I asked, peeking into the bag.

“Orange chicken, sesame chicken, chow mein, and fried rice,” she replied, handing me a Styrofoam plate and a plastic fork.  “And plenty of fortune cookies,”

I looked down at the mound of cookies, there was atleast 20 of them. “I take it you like fortune cookies,”

“They’re one of my favorites,” she replied, putting food onto her plate.

I followed suit and put some food onto my own plate.  I grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the bag and opened them up.

“You actually know how to use those?” she asked, sitting down.

“Yeah,” I sat down across from her and picked up a piece of chicken. “It’s actually pretty easy,”

“Oh, I just don’t have the patience for it,” she shrugged. “This works so much better,” she stabbed a piece of chicken and held it up, smiling proudly.

“Laziness,” I chuckled and popped a piece of the chicken into my mouth.  I began to chew and soon noticed the heat that took over my mouth.  It only took a few seconds, but my mouth was on fire.  I swallowed and coughed.  “Wow,”

“Too spicy for you?” she asked, smiling smugly.

“A little,”  I replied as my eyes started to water.  My whole face felt flushed and my mouth literally felt like someone had poured lava in it.  “How can you eat that?” I asked, trying to keep from coughing because I knew it would cause more pain in my ribs.

She tilted her plate up and pointed.  “I’m not,” she grinned.  “I got that chicken for you. It’s made with what they call a ‘ghost chili’ it’s apparently the hottest chili in the entire world,”

“Why?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my forehead.  I stood up and moved to the mini fridge to grab a bottle of water and taking a sip. “What made you think I liked spicy things?”

“Oh, I know you don’t like spicy food,” she replied, taking another bite of her food.  “I did it on purpose,”

“Shit!” my eyes widened, the pain in my mouth becoming more severe. “Why? This shit is almost blistering my mouth!”

“Well,” she stood to her feet and turned to me with a  smug smile.  “That’s what you get for making Olly believe that you fucked me,”

God damn this girl!!!