"Cherry flavored conversations with you
Got me hanging on"
-🍒
Lorelei Cupid is an aspiring cosmetologist who has a slight cherry obsession. She is dealing with a terrible ex-best friend and possible financial problems. She encounters Harry, a new s...
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Harry was not in bed when Lorelei woke up. Or maybe he had not slept there. Either way, she did not care.
She really didn't.
It was his choice to ignore her, and she was not mad about it (yes, she was).
After their argument — it was more of a rant since he would not let her speak — the two had indulged in a game of silent treatment, refusing to speak to the other or be in each other's presence. She knew it was mostly her fault, if she had just told him what was going on, they would not be in this boat. But every time she thought of doing it, she started overthinking the consequences, and her relationship was paying for that.
She shuffled to the bathroom, yawning and watching the world through bleary eyes. After brushing her teeth and showering, she dressed up, donning a pink corset top and a pair of jeans with butterflies embroidered on the sides. She walked to the room where everyone was lounging — it was just another room that was rented out for them to hang out.
"Hey," She waved, greeting everyone in the room while avoiding Harry's eyes. She took a seat next to Louis, flopping down on the soft fabric with an oomph. She whipped out her phone, actively ignoring the fact that Harry was seated across from her. If he wanted to be all immature about this, then fine. She would too.
"What's up with you and lover boy?" Louis asked, quietly. His brows were furrowed and he looked worried. Well, as worried as one who claimed to 'not care' could be.
"Nothing, we just had a fight," Lorelei replied.
"Well, you better solve it soon because his brooding face is getting on my nerves," He said. Lorelei snorted, ignoring the soft pang that went through her chest. She did not know if they would be able to solve it.
"We'll see," She said. When her eyes flitted upwards, she met Harry's, and the two stared at each other before being startled to reality by the band's manager telling them it was time for practice.
-🍒
"Tell Lorelei to mind her own business," Harry spoke to Niall. His arms were crossed, and he was staring at anything except her.
"Harry says that you should mind your own business," Niall relayed, letting out a sigh. Lorelei could tell he was tired of this, and she was too.
"Well, tell Harry that I would mind my own business if he wasn't all in my face," She told Niall. She had to resist the urge to stick out her tongue at her boyfriend, deeming it immature.
The messenger looked ready to kill either one of them but turned to Harry. "Lorelei says that-"
"I heard what she said," Harry cut him off, glaring daggers at her.
"Oh good, I was starting to think you both suffered from selective hearing," Zayn muttered. Everyone was getting tired of them, and they had used every member of their group as a messenger. "I swear if the two of you don't makeup I'm kicking you out of here."
