"There's a party tonight at Amanda's," I tell Harry as he throws his shirt on.
"How's your face?" He looks at me.
"I'm fine. Do you wanna go?" I ask him and he leads us to his car.
"Bye Soda," I wave to him and he waves back. Amanda and Niall left the station about ten minutes ago. Probably to go suck each other's faces off.
"Is it a soc party?" he opens the car door for me.
"Yeah, but it's okay. And I'll cover up the bruise so it won't embarrass you." I close the car door and he chuckles.
"If the guys come, then I will too," he says and I smile.
"Okay, " I pull out my phone.
"You're on your phone too much," he grabs it out of my hands.
"You're on yours more than I am, on mine," I roll my eyes as I try to snatch my phone out of his hands but he presses on my messages.
"Stop," I try to grab it again but he doesn't budge.
"Hiding something?" He winks.
"No. Harry, I wouldn't be too happy if I were scrolling down your messages, would I?" I cross my arms.
"I'd use the term, slightly upset." he laughs and I playfully shove him.
"Hey, I'm driving." he tells me as my phone drops onto my lap.
"Where are we going by the way?"I ask him.
"Well, I was going to visit Johnny but he requested that nobody come today." he explains.
"AH. Oh my god!" I scream. I just had an idea. "We can go to the mall and I'll buy you clothes." I tell him.
"Please no," he says, obviously begging me not to. Well, he kind of has to. He wears rags. White T shirts, black jeans, combat boots or converse. Everyday. It gets boring.
"You wear the same thing everyday," I laugh.
"That is completely false," he shakes his head.
"Whatever. Just let me buy you a few things. At least let me buy you different shoes." I beg him.
"I'm not letting you buy me stuff Cherry. Besides, I don't want new clothes," he groans.
"Shut up," I roll my eyes. "let's go. Southshore Mall. Now."
"I hate you," he jokes as he heads into the direction of the mall.
"Stop complaining, you look fine." I roll my eyes at Harry as I do my eyeliner.
"I look like Brad Pitt," he huffs. Seriously? He doesn't look like Brad Pitt, he looks normal. Instead of jeans I bought him black pants and instead of converse I bought him black Vans. It looks so much better. But the best part is that he's not wearing a white shirt. He's wearing a white shirt with a jacket over, not leather. He always wears leather. He just doesn't get that it looks so much better this way.
"I didn't like how you spent that much money," Harry pulls out his phone.
"Shut up," I tell him as I apply mascara.
"Lay off the make up," he tells me.
"No," I respond.
"And you're not wearing that dress, nope. I'm sorry," he stands up.
"Why?" I cross my arms.
"Your boobs are popping out," he points to my breasts.
"Harry, give me a break," I laugh.
"I'm serious. You'll be a metal detector for men," he smirks.
"Can you not," I giggle as I turn back to my mirror.
"Can we leave?" He asks me. Can't he just give me some time? God damn.
"I just need my shoes," I run my fingers through my now straight hair.
"Wear sneakers," he gets up from my bed.
"I hope you're kidding," I shake my head as I grab my black wedges from the closet.
"Those are high," he rolls his eyes as he opens the door to my room and heads for the stairs. I sigh as I follow him out.
"You look hot," Amanda hugs me.
"You too. Damn," I eye her. She's wearing a black maxi dress with peach colors heals.
"Where's Harry?" She asks me over the loud music.
"I don't know," I look around." Where's Niall?" I ask her.
"I don't know," she shrugs. There's a lot of socs here. But some greasers showed up. I hope they don't get beat up for coming.
"Did the other guys show up?" I ask her.
"No, they thought they wouldn't belong. Which I thought was Bullshit," she rolls her eyes and I nod.
"I'll go find Niall," I tell her as I make my way through the large crowd of dancing people. I finally spot him sitting with Harry on the couch.
"Hey," I hug Niall. Just to annoy Harry, I sit on Niall's lap.
"Hi," he laughs.
"Too many socs?" I ask him.
"Just a little bit," he admits.
"Okay, party's over," Harry grabs my hand.
"Chill," I move from Niall's lap to his.
"Who wants to play beer pong?" A guy shouts from a different room.
"See y'all," Niall gets up. "I'll play," he tells the tall guy.
"Bye Cher," Harry gets up and sits me on the couch.
"So you're leaving me?" I smirk at him.
"Sorry," he shrugs as he follows Niall. He highfives a soc. Do they know they're greasers?
"Hi," I feel someone sit next to me. When I turn my head in surprised to see Jack. Well, not too surprised. It's a Soc party.
"Hey," I respond.
"So how've you been?" He studies my face.
"What?" I laugh. I hate when he gives me the look.
"I'm sorry but you're just too beautiful," he says. "I can't believe I lost you." He says. I've never heard him say sweeter things.
"Jack, I-," I start but he cuts me off.
"I know. You're dating that greaser," he sighs.
"Actually, I'm not."
"What? Then what are you guys?" He lifts a brow. Damn, how am I supposed to answer? "Friends with benefits? Sex buddies?"
"I don't know," I cover my eyes with my hand.
"He's using you, Cherry," he tells me. I don't know why but I'm so attracted to him right now.
"He's not," I respond, not really sure if I'm right.
"Come outside with me, I wanna show you something," he tells me and I nod. Harry doesn't see us thankfully. Niall does and lifts a brow but stays quiet. As we step out into Amanda's backyard, Jack shows me the small pond.
"So you wanted to show me the pond?" I laugh as we sit down on the bench.
"No," he chuckles. Why does he seem so hot? I feel like I'm still dating him. "Remember that penny we threw in there?" He asks me.
"Oh yeah," I respond. That image of us holding hands while making a wish makes me smile.
"Do you remember what we wished?" He smirks.
"That well always be the ones for each other no matter what?" I ask and he nods.
"Yeah," he looks at the ground, "Cherry?"
"Yeah?" I ask while he gets closer to me.
"I love you," he looks at me. I can't. I'm sorry. I need this. He kisses me. I never noticed how much I miss him. His hugs. His kisses. His everything.
"What the fuck!" I hear Harry from behind us. I turn around as quickly as possible so he doesn't hit Jack. Shit. I didn't think about Harry. Harry tries to hit Jack but I hold his arms. He's too strong. His strength over comes me and he throws me to the floor. He doesn't even notice. I hit my head on cement. Bastard.
"You fucking dick! You hit her!" Jack yells at Harry and his gaze turns to me.
"Fuck," his eyes get red. He starts for me but I get up. I struggle but I make it. Everytime he gets closer I back up more. It felt like an abusive man pushed me to the ground. That's how it looked like too and now I'm scared.
"No, no, no, Cherry. Fuck please," he says as I hold my head. I look at my fingers. Blood.
"If you ever come close to me ever again, I'll kill you," I say sharply as I head inside. My heads bleeding. Should I go to the hospital? I see Niall still playing beer pong.
"Niall," I grab his arm.
"Damn, you're bleeding," he looks at my fingers.
"From my head, you need to take me to the hospital," I hold my head.
"Fuck, get in the car," he pulls out his keys from his jeans pocket. "How did this happen?" We head for the entrance.
"Harry," I tell him and he sighs.