Angel Face

Chapter Eighteen

16th January 2014

Harper.

HARRY STYLES SPENDS VALENTINE'S WITH MYSTERY BLONDE.

Warning, red alert, prepare the tissues. Harry Styles may or may not be single anymore.

Sources say he spent valentines with a mystery blonde who no one has seen before. When the photos of the pair went viral we were all begging to know: WHO EVEN IS SHE?!

The thing is, no one actually knows. Surprisingly, H-bomb is dating someone not famous for once. Which gives us all a dash of hope.

Sources saw the pair at dinner at a swanky restaurant where it is rumoured for dishes to cost around £170 each time. They were said to be really happy and into each other sipping wine and talking animatedly.

They were said to have left and made their way to the Lyceum Theatre where they watched the Lion King in a private box.

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It was the sixth article I'd read whilst on my break. Gina was a little odd with me this morning which made me feel uncomfortable, she could hardly give me eye contact.

So I'm a mystery blonde now..

You certainly are .x

I smile. These articles are crazy x

Don't read them, they make up what they want .x

I don't mind, there's nothing bad, they're just telling people about our date x

I'm sorry.. x

Don't be! I don't mind the world knowing how romantic you are ;) x

As long as I only have to romanticise you .x

Good comeback x

Thank you .x

Noticing the time I text Harry to say I'll text him later before heading back down. It was me on my own this afternoon, usually it's Kellie too but she has some appointment to be at.

. . .

I sighed with relief as I locked up the shop. Today had been an odd day, young girls kept walking in and just randomly walking out, I kept getting sent articles by people and it was all just a bit bizarre.

It was 6pm, which in February in England it feels like 10pm because of how dark and miserable it is. Fastening my trench coat and shoving my hands in my pocket I start to walk to the tube.

That was until I heard someone scream "YOU!"

Turning around I was stunned to see Sadie marching towards me, anger overtaking her face.

I didn't know what to say or do, passerby's were just looking at me with an odd expression.

"Uh,"

"You little whore!" Sadie screams once she's in my face. "You think you can go and steal my boyfriend?! You think you can give me dresses and act all innocent then date my fucking boyfriend?!"

I had no idea what to say, what to do, where to look. People were staring and my feet were cemented, my cheeks hot and my fingers trembling. I've never been good with confrontation.

Sadie breathes with such anger I thought she was going to punch me, instead she takes her hand from behind her back and before I can ask what she's doing I feel a cold, thick liquid pouring down me, running from my scalp to my feet.

My eyes close as I hear people gasp, Sadie laughs as I try to get together what's just happened.

Opening my eyes I look down to see that she had poured bright orange paint over me.

"Just so you know what it feels like to be humiliated you boyfriend stealing whore!"

With that she toddles off and I'm left standing in the middle of the path not sure what to do.

I run to a little alley and find my phone.

"Hello?"

"Am I interrupting anything?"

"No I'm at home why? Is something wrong? What's happened?"

"Can you pick me up from the boutique?"

"Sure, I'll be there in fifteen,"

"Thanks Harry,"

"No problem,"

. . .

"I thought she wasn't your girlfriend," I was towel drying my hair, there were still orange flecks in it but it looks a whole lot better than before. I threw my coats and clothes - shoes included - away as they were ruined. After picking me up we came straight home, my sister fetched Sienna and will drop her off after they've had dinner.

"She isn't my girlfriend."

He was sat at my small kitchen table playing with a bracelet that belonged to Sienna.

I began to make a vitamin shake. "By her reaction I'm starting to think she is," I gesture to my hair.

"She's just very possessive. I've never had romantic feelings for her, ever."

"I just.. I feel weird. I don't want to be seen as a home-wrecker-"

"There's no home to wreck," He stands up and makes his way towards me. "I don't care about her, I only care about you."

I look down before meeting his eyes. "Even with orange spots in my hair?" I joke.

"Even if your hair was bright orange,"

We both laugh as my doorbell rings. "That'll be my sister with Sienna,"

Harry walks behind as I open the door. Saffron hands Sienna over with her nursery bag.

"She's been great, she wouldn't eat her vegetables though,"

I roll my eyes. "It's a phase," I reply.

Saffron looks up, her eyes widening at Harry. "H-hi,"

"Hi," he beams that oh-so charming smile. "Harry,"

"S-saffron, erm, yeah."

"Nice to meet you Saffron,"

"Yeah I uh, yes, you er-too Harry,"

I roll my eyes as she blushes.

"Thanks for having her on such short notice Saff,"

"No problem, lunch next week?"

"Of course," I hug her goodbye.

"Bye Saffron,"

"Yeah uh, see..see you Harry."

"Sorry about her," I chuckle walking back into the kitchen.

"It's fine,"

"Did you have fun with Saffy?" I ask Sienna making her a drink.

"I had fish!"

"Wow,"

She jumps down and reaches for Harry's hand. "Elsa toy!"

And with that she drags Harry off into the livingroom, a mortified expression on his face, a smirk on mine.