Chapter 12: Think I Know Where You Belong.
*Megan’s P.O.V.*
“Veronica is coming over at 13:30,” Harry announced to everyone. I prefer what’s-her-face, I thought with bitter jealousy, picking at the skin around my fingers as a dozen hateful thoughts raced through my mind. What kind of name is Veronica? She’s probably a slut. Why does Harry like her? Why does he have to be so tragically, frustratingly blind? And why 13:30? British time is stupid! Okay, I realize the last thought was just plain stupid, but I was currently able to be pissed off by anything. Haley must’ve noticed, because she subtly pulled one of my hands away from the other.
“That’s a bad habit to get into,” she scolded. But by the squeeze she gave me, I knew she was talking about more than my bad habit. I smiled at her with my eyes before looking down again and continuing to pick.
“Yeah, it’s a bad habit Megs,” Jesse teased. I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out as he smirked playfully. I love Jesse. He was the first person I had opened up to in a while, and he’s like the easiest person to talk to. He gave me a look that I couldn’t quite decipher, so I just shot him a look of slight confusion. “Oh my god Megs, I have to show you something!” he exclaimed, grabbing my hand. He probably fooled everyone else in the room, but I knew he was lying. He didn’t have to show me something; he had to tell me something. We reached his room and he closed the door before sitting me on his bed. We sat cross legged, facing each other. His nearly black eyes stared into my green ones, almost looking into my soul. “I told you, you have to be patient,” he reminded me slowly.
“I am being patient,” I insisted, crossing my arms like an upset little kid. He gave me a look that made it clear that he was not buying it. “Not being patient would be ramming my lips into his and ‘taking care’ of that little slut,” I replied. He cracked a smile, and it was clear he was holding in a chuckle. I didn’t even try to hide it, I giggled freely.
“Aw, come on. We don’t know that she’s a slut yet!” Jesse joked. We laughed together for a moment before realizing how mean we were being. I sighed, switching the mood back to serious.
“I just want to fast forward to when he’s ready, ya know? Or make him ready or something…” I trailed off, not completely sure what I was saying. Jesse nodded anyway, probably understanding my inability to for a coherent thought. I was so happy someone understood me, because I sure as hell didn’t. The doorbell chimed and both of us perked up like dogs, becoming alert. I checked the clock to see that it was 13:28. “Someone likes coming early,” I muttered, getting off of the bed reluctantly and following Jesse out the door. That was just another one of those little things that pissed me off, when usually it wouldn’t bother me. On our way out a shirtless Zayn popped his head out of his doorway, looking a bit panicked.
“Is she here already?” he asked incredulously. I giggled slightly and Jesse nodded in response, a low chuckle escaping his lips. Zayn sighed exasperatedly before retreating back into his room, probably to continue getting ready. The friendly voices coming from the living room below us sickened me slightly, but I shook my head slightly and began walking again before I realized Jesse wasn’t walking with me. I eyed his bent arm curiously, a smirk playing across my lips before I hooked my arm through his, rolling my eyes slightly as we began descending the staircase.
“What is this, prom?” I whispered in his ear. He chuckled quietly, the sound coming from his partly slighted red tinted lips against his pale skin slightly reminding me of Edward Cullen. But not exactly. We approached the cluster of socializing people, Jesse being the one to cut in. I unlinked my arms from his as I took a place next to him and Julia. Veronica came into view, and my heart broke at just the memory of Harry’s beautiful voice being wasted on her name. I tried not to look to jealous or revolted as my skeptical eyes scanned over her perfectly shaped, sun kissed tan body. She was wearing dark denim short and soft grey tank top with a low hanging neck line. The simple outfit was accessorized with black heels and multiple necklaces. Try hard, I judged harshly, my gaze making its way up to her face. She had black wavy hair which was parted down the middle and hung in obnoxiously perfect, shiny waves. She had shiny grey eyes that were rimmed with sparkly silver eyeliner. It was kind of like Dani’s, except Dani’s was always turquoise. She had a huge smile on her face, but I couldn’t but think it looked fake. Her somewhat cold eyes met mine, and I barely made an attempt to smile back.
“And that’s Megan and Jesse,” Harry introduced us, pointing us out to the peculiarly perfect girl by his side. Veronica. The name suddenly became a symbol of hatred in my mind as I forced a smile onto my face. People really have no idea how many smiles I fake. Veronica smiled back, her perfectly stained pink lips framing her huge white smile.
“Hello,” Jesse greeted her brightly with a courteous nod.
“Nice to meet you,” she said sweetly. Why is she being so nice? I wondered. She’s supposed to be a bitch! “Are you two together?” she asked, referring to Jesse and I. He and I exchanged smirks before practically everyone started bursting out laughing. I couldn’t help but thrive off of the embarrassed look that flashed over Veronica’s confused little face. Harry was smirking as well, obviously holding in his laughter as he whispered in her ear. The way he placed his hand gently on her back, the way his lips gently grazed her ear, the way she leaned into him slightly, I yearned for that so badly. “Ohh,” she replied quietly to his statement.
“And proud!” Jesse exclaimed, since it was quite obvious Harry had been informing Veronica of Jesse’s sexual orientation.
“I guess your gaydar needs a check,” I remarked, a bit more harshly than I had intended. She smiled uneasily, trying (and failing) to not be obvious as she eyed Jesse, clearly wondering if he was okay with my teasing. He smacked his hand on his chest, shooting a mock offended face.
“You have to have an amazing gaydar to tell that I’m gay!” he retorted playfully. I giggled at his response.
“Yes, because your shirtless Zac Efron poster isn’t a big enough clue,” I shot back tauntingly.
“Well she hasn’t been in my room!” he replied.
“Lucky girl,” I responded, causing both of us to burst out laughing. Everyone else laughed with us, though I felt like they felt a bit awkward since we were having our own little banter. The moment was saved when Veronica gasped, a huge smile spreading across her face as her eyes travelled to the staircase. All of our gazes followed to find Zayn trotted down the stairs, a matching grin on his face. He reached Veronica and they smiled at each other.
“You look familiar,” Veronica greeted him, making it quite obvious that they knew each other. I looked over at Michelle to see if she was any bit bothered by the situation, but she was too caught up in the RENT reference she was making with Haley and Julia.
“Like your dead girlfriend?” the trio chimed together. I don’t think they realized what they had just sung until it was too late. They all shot Harry apologetic looks, but his unsettled expression quickly vanished as he recovered, plastering the smile back onto his tragically beautiful face. I looked into his eyes, staring into them, desperate for eye contact. As I searched them, the demons became clear, sparkling horribly in the different hues of his shocking emerald green orbs. It was terrible that someone so amazing had to go through something so horrific.
“I love that movie!” Veronica exclaimed, not even noticing that there was something wrong. My jaw clenched. This girl knew nothing about Harry if she didn’t realize that his girlfriend had just passed away. She may know the old Harry, yes, but not the new Harry, the Harry whose once bright, innocent eyes had witnessed the unbearable sight of his dead lover hanging from a hotel shower rod. This girl could not ease Harry’s pain if she didn’t even know the pain existed. I knew the pain he was experiencing, especially well since I had experienced it as well. Dani was my best friend; it was extremely hard on me. I knew how much he was hurting, and I longed so desperately to be the one to relieve him of the pain. The four girls squealed about their beloved Broadway show a little bit more before Sydney and Liam excused themselves. Lucky bitches, I thought, squirming to get out of this awkward situation. The room was a bit too full and uncomfortable for me, everyone in couples besides Jesse and me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I didn’t even bother trying to be subtle for the sake of being polite, I whipped it out and practically flaunted the fact that I didn’t give a fuck about meeting this Veronica chick. I wasn’t very surprised to see that Jesse was the one who texted me, but I wasn’t exactly sure what the text was going to say.
Jesse: stop being so obvious, patience young one(;
I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to reply. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I stated flatly, dismissing myself as I made my way up stairs, clearly to my bedroom and not the bathroom. I didn’t really have an appetite for watching some slut drape herself over Harry when he clearly deserved someone so much better than her. I knew I was being rude and that I may have hurt her poor little feelings, but I really didn’t care at all. I was tempted to slam my door for emphasis, but decided against it, realizing I would probably just look like a temperamental child who was mad someone else was playing with the toy she wanted.
Except Harry wasn’t a toy. He was an amazingly beautiful person who was fragile and hurting, who was at risk of breaking at any moment, and who was oblivious to the fact that he was in complete control of my heart.
A/N***
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