Such An Actress [h.s]

seventh

God that was awful.

My only friend who was a girl, Carry, who lives in London had set me up with one of her boyfriend's mates as an attempt to "get myself out there."  She has been trying to set me up with guys since I met her, she has this relentless need to fix people. I don't need fixing.

It's one in the morning as I open the door to my flat, my heels in my hands and my black dress still on, and my phone starts ringing. I see Harry's name pop up on the screen and I pick up.

"What are you doing up?" I ask because him and I have a flight to LA in eight hours to start the press tour. It has been a couple weeks since the sleep talking incident and it has been swept under the rug, never to be mentioned again.

"Jeez Kiwi, no hello or hi how are you?" He says sarcastically on the phone and I can just hear him smirking.

"Hello Harry, how are you? Why are you up?" I say just over his bullshit.

"Well someone's got their knickers in a twist, I'm still up because I couldn't sleep, the real question is: Why are you still up?"  He says.

"I'm up because I had a date." I say walking into my room dropping my shoes by my closet.

"Oh... you don't sound too happy about that, was it that bad?"  He asks.

I jump on my bed laying down not even bothering to take off my dress. "Well if you must know it was terrible," I say

"What happened?" He asks.

Well that's a loaded question.

"It's a long story."

"And I got the time." He says

"The guy was alright at first and everything was fine but when we went back to his place..." I say trailing off hoping he doesn't make me give him the details.

"That's unfortunate love." He says but for some reason I can still hear the smirk behind his voice.

"Let's just say I am a great actress" I say laughing.

I hear him laughing on the other end, "Oof Kie that's awful," he says laughing, "What are you gonna do now?"

If I'm being honest I was going to finish what the bloke I went on a date with couldn't but then Harry called. Am I going to tell Harry this? No.

Jesus Christ No.

"That is none of your business sir," I say with a smirk now.

"Kiwi you dog!" He says in a shameful tone.

Yeah like you're any better mate.

"Oh shut it, don't act all sister christian when we both know that's not the case," I say and Harry knows exactly what I'm talking about.

One day back in Holmes Chapel, when Harry and I were both thirteen, I had walked over to his house to show him my new CD that I got. When I got there his mum said he was in his room and I could just show myself up. When I opened the door... I think you can figure out on your own what he was doing.

And I have never let him live that down since.

"Hey, thought we weren't ever gonna mention that again?" He says laughing.

"Not a chance, Styles, I'll never let you forget," I say smirking. "I do need to go to bed though because my boss is a dick head and is dragging me to LA at bloody eight in the morning,"

"Hey!" He says defensively, "You chose to work with my arse, you have to deal with it."

"Goodnight Harry," I say

"Goodnight Kiwi," he replied sighing and I hung up.

The entire time I was on this bloody date all I could think about was Harry. Even when we were back at his place I was picturing him on top of me.

When the guy finished thinking I already did, I rushed out of his place faster than ever.

I will never be seeing that man again.

Instead I'll be spending a month doing a press tour with my best friend that I'm in love with.

Sounds ideal right?