Unhinged [h.s]

chapter 7

a/n: hello lovies. i posted a tik tok of a part in this chapter and it did well, so if you're here from that then yay! i hope you enjoy <3

I haven't brought myself to text Harry, and it's been a week since the last fight night, meaning the next one is tonight. The thought of having to face Harry again makes me sick to my stomach. He knows I have his number and he knows I didn't text him.

It's been a battle in my head all week. I got so close a couple times, but then I'd remember how much of a dick he is, and the promise I made to Niall, and Louis, and I'd shut my phone off before I could type anything.

Tonight we're going out to dinner with James before the fight. He's been asking about me and he wasn't at the last fight night so it'll be nice to see him. We're going to a nice place, a real nice place.

When James asked all of us out to dinner I figured it would be at one of the hundreds of low level restaurants in this town, which would be perfectly fine by me. But when he said we're going to Le Meurice my jaw dropped. It's based off a restaurant in Paris and it's about 45 minutes away. Everything in that store costs more than any of us could ever pay for one meal.

Louis then told me that since James' new fighter, Harry, is a multi million dollar investment in the gym and training program, he got a huge raise, plus an insane paycheck from Harry for his training sessions. James had told Louis that he wanted to take out his favorite 'trainees' and apparently that included me.

I took a shower and blow dried my hair, slightly curling it and blowing out my bangs. I spent a good hour looking through my closet before calling Camila for help.

I didn't really get to see her much this past week. She was spending most all of her time with her new "special guy friend" as she calls it.

"Cam, I don't know what to wear to this dinner. It's nice, like real nice." That's how I had to describe the place to the boys after they told me they were going in sweats and after much debate, they finally agreed to wear something nicer.

"Let me see your closet." She said and I quickly took a picture as best I could to include everything, and sent it to her. "Oh, duh. Your new red dress your best friend got you!" She said like I was dumb.

"No." I instantly reject and she just laughs through the receiver because I'm sure that's the reaction she was expecting.

"Not even if I say please?" She joked.

"Nope. Not happening." I respond in the same tone. Girls don't have to wear dresses to be cute and girly if they want, and I stand by that.

"Okay fine." She hums to herself as she thinks through an outfit for me. "What about your black corset top with the puffy lace sleeves and some corduroy's?"

I search through my closet for the items she mentioned, pulling them out and throwing them on the bed. "This works, thank you Camila."

"Anytime" she responds and we blow each other kisses as I hang up.

I quickly get dressed and actually really liked the outfit after it was on. I stole Louis' black bomber jacket to throw on top and it actually came together nicely.

I rolled on some mascara and lipgloss, keeping it minimal, before pulling on my little white shoes. I'm genuinely excited to spend time with James, I haven't spoken to him in a couple weeks.

I check my phone to be sure I'm on time before I head downstairs to see Louis sprawled over the couch in black jeans, a black shirt and a more formal looking black jacket. Why am I not surprised. 

"I'm ready." I say as he watches some sports channel that he always has on. "Louis?"

"Shh!" He sushes me and turns up the volume. I walk closer to the back of the couch, leaning my arms against it to watch what's so important.