Lovesick.

VII. Trouble In Paradise

ARIANA'S POV

I decided that no matter how much I love Harry, we both need space. So, instead of clinging to his every word, which I'm totally okay with, I'm hanging out with the girls today.

We're having a book club meeting over Fifty Shades of Grey.

"In conclusion, I believe that Christian and Anastasia were meant to be." Jessie finishes, as I finish the fish tail I was doing in my hair.

"Thanks, Jess. Any objections?" Nicki asks, and my hand shoots up. "Alright, Ari. The floors is yours."

"Thank you." I stand up. "My fellow fangirls. Please think. Is the point of having such a sexy piece of ass such as Christian Grey not to wish you were the one getting fucked into next week? Anastasia Steele is not who you want with a man who is the definition of sex. Each of you want to be with him. Including me. So, can we really ship it, when we ship ourselves with him harder?" I finish my speech. I get a round of applause, and return to my seat.

"Alright. Every one in favor of Anastasia and Christian as the OTP say 'I'." Nicki announces.

"I." Meghan says.

"Okay. And all opposing say 'I'." Nicki continues.

"I." The rest of us, even Jessie, say.

"Then it's settled. We remain neutral with Anastasia, but if the opportunity comes, we will snatch her man." Nicki grins. "Meeting adjourned."

We pull out our phones, each of us doing our own thing now. I scroll through my Instagram, liking random shit.

I jump when someone pounds on the door. Nicki looks at me, equally confused.

"Ariana!" Harry growls through the door.

"Awe, shit. What did I do now?" I mutter to myself.

"Somebody's pissed off. Nice knowing you, Ari." Taylor says.

I cautiously open the door, and he doesn't hesitate to storm in.

He pauses for a second to look at me. "Since when do you wear glasses?" He questions.

"They're just for when I'm reading..." I say, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

He dismisses it, remembering that he was angry. He paces back and forth.

"Uh, I thought we agreed that we would spend today with friends instead of each other..." I remind him, still watching his body language for when he snaps.

"Well, I didn't know by 'spending time with your friends' you would be fucking Justin!" He grimaces. He's fuming.

"I never fucked Justin!" I tell him, then take note of our audience who have lost interest in their phones. "Would you like to speak somewhere more private?"

"Oh, I don't think you want to be alone with me right now..." He warns.

"Like I said, I didn't fuck Justin." I say.

"Well, the whole fucking university is saying differently." He informs me.

"Well, who told you?" I question.

"Zayn and Louis were more laughing their asses off over it than telling me.." He says through gritted teeth.

"Was Liam there?" I ask.

"No. And why? You wanna fuck him too?" He says, his blazing eyes burning holes into my skull.

"No! He knows the truth. Meghan, do you know where he is?" I turn to her.