Just You and Me ~h.s story~

Chapter 12

Rachel's P.O.V

I pull away from the kiss. Daniel started to leave a trail of kisses down my neck. "Daniel...", I moan as he finds my sweet spot. "Rachel," Daniel starts to say, in an awfully high voice which doesn't belong to him, "Wake up!" Wait that isn't Daniel's voice....... THATS CECE! I just had a wet dream about Daniel, and my sister was right there to here my moans.

Wait didn't she say she was having a sleepover last night at our house. Oh. My. Cheese. "How much do I have to pay you to keep this a secret? £5 or £10? I'll even pay your little posse cause they probably heard me.", I whisper into Cece's ear. She stops to think. "£5, What do you think girls? Should Rachel pay us £5 so that we keep this a secret?" She asks. They all nod to say yes. Ugh, the things I do to keep people quite.

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I reach Mickey's house, and walk to her bedroom. And was greeted by Mickey's giggles, which the filled her house. I opened the door to see Harry tickling my best friend. Usually people would be mad if your best friend was hanging out with your EX, Harry and Mickey used to date as well, so it understandable. He apologised to her, Cece and me. He even gave up fucking some slut over the weekend, for Mickey. Maybe he has changed or maybe he is heading for the same direction Niall went. I clear my throat awkwardly. "Mickey lets go to Nyleah's house now.", I say over her giggles. She finally looks up a gleam in her eyes. "Did you forget to read the text again?", she raises her eyebrows. I playfully roll my eyes. Suddenly I hear someone singing.

"Midnight, you come and pick me up

No headlights

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, it's been a while since I have even heard from you

I should just tell you to leave cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch us go round and round each time", I turn around to see Nyleah walking up and singing, multitasking.

"You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style", Mickey and I join in with her, while Harry just looked at us like a lost puppy.

"You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt.

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt,

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style.", we continue singing in harmony.

"So it goes

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road

Takes me home

Lights are off, he's taking off his coat

I say I heard that you been out and about with some other girl

Some other girl

He says, what you've heard it's true but I

Can't stop thinking about you and I

I said I've been there too a few times", I continue.

"Cause You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt.

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt,

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style.", the three of us belt out.

"Take me home

Just take me home

Just take me home", Mickey belts out.

"You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style", Harry surprises us by duetting with Mickey and ending the song with style.

Mickey looks at him with aw. I think me and Nyleah are looking at him the same way. He quickly gets up and leaves the room. I hear his feet shuffling down the stairs

Daniel's P.O.V

I wipe the sweat of my face. I'm so fucking tired after football (soccer) practice. "Good job mate!", Harry high fives me. I'm glad he is on speaking terms with Mickey. It was like hell during football, he took out all his anger at himself out then. And eventually deflated about 10 footballs per practice. Just imagine 2 years of this happening almost twice a week. We have a football game this weekend and it's the finals. No biggie. I mean if Rachel came to this, it would be outstanding. Legit. I could show off my amazing skills and of course score goals with perfection. But mostly show off my amazing skills so that Rachel can give me a kiss here and there. While we are talking about kisses, I wonder who Harry will bring to the finals, its usually one of the sluts he wants to fuck over the weekend. But who knows, he might have changed but heaven knows.

"Who are you taking to prom?", I ask. Harry glances at me. "Mickey. You?", he replies. "Rachel.", I smile. Then it sinks in. "I know you guys are on speaking terms, but you are her ex. How did you manage to get her to agree and come with you?", I ask curiously.  He was about to reply when his phone started ringing. He excused himself to take the call. By the time he was done, I had finished changing. "I have to go the hospital near school. Mickey just broke her arm when she fell off the horse. Dude, did you know Rachel does horse riding?", Harry rushes out in one breath. I shake my head, no.

"Got to go, see you at the finals", he bids goodbye and runs to his car. I wave to him and grab my stuff. I was about to start walking when she pulled me back.

"Missed me baby?"