Seperate Directions (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

   Harry Styles P.O.V

      "Rebecka, I don't need to hear anymore of this!"  I exclaimed as I walked into her apartment.  I was screwed.  One shot of getting Bree back, or at least getting a step closer, and I screwed it up.  All because I got a little jealous.  Now, I had a date with a girl, I didn't even know.

    "No, you do need to hear this!  One shot!  And you missed! Now you've got a girl standing down in the lobby, confused at what is going on!"  She exploded, running a hand through her hair.   Rebecka had truly come to live up to being the girlfriend of Daddy Direction.  Almost as if she was Mommy Direction. 

   "Look, if it means so much to you, I'll go down stairs and explain everything to Zoe,"  I surrendered, not wanting to get on her bad side.  As I reached the door, I stopped.  "No.  I'm gonna make things right my way.  Even if it involves making Bree jealous.  I'll take the chance."

  As I made my way down to the lobby, I couldn't help but feel a tad guilty.  No, I was never a womanizer.  I had only dated two girls this whole One Direction expirience.  But this, this whole plan that was about to unravel before me, was that making me a womanizer?  Using one woman to make another jealous?  Shaking the thought off, I caught up with Zoe in the lobby.

   To my suprise, Bree an Dez were still there.  Along with Niall.  And Mia.  Blech.  Dez was having a nice conversation with Niall, while Mia attempted to drag him away.  Unfortunately, that left Bree and Zoe to talk to each other.   Bree looked so much different than she did only less than a month ago.  More, whats the word?  Sophistiacated?  Yeah.  Thats a good word.

   How?  She had ditched her normal converse for heels.  Don't get me wrong, it shocked me as much as its shocking you right this very moment, but she looked pretty good in 'em.  Her whole appearence in general just looked more expensive.  Dangling earrings.  Bracelets.  Necklaces.  Skirts.  It definantly wasn't the Bree I had met a month ago, but in my eyes, she looked more herself than ever. 

   "Hey,"  she waved, smiling as she notice my presence in the room.  It felt nice to see her smile because of me once again.  Almost, reassuring.

  "So, what brings you to London?"  I asked, crossing my arms, smirking.  "Couldn't stay away from me?"   Zoe let out a little laugh and Bree just simply shook her head, taking another sip of her coffee.

  "No,"  she explained after swallowing.  "Actually, we have a field trip here today at eleven.  Dez just thought it would be nice to spend some time in the city before hand."  She motioned to the red head standing only inches from us. 

   "So, your studying at Manchester?"  Zoe asked.  It was really the first time I had heard her talk.  I will admit, she wasn't too bad looking.  In fact, she was quite pretty.  Her shoulder length brown hair was highlighted blond and she had a nice smile. 

    Bree nodded her head before speaking up.  "Yeah, History actually.  I someday hope to become a historian."  Bree noticed my questioning look, clearing things up.  "It sounds odd that a gymnast would do something like that but, I've always been fascinated by it and would love to research more about it."

  Zoe smiled, turning to me.  "So, what time will you be picking me up tonight?"  I froze in my spot.  Bree simply shifted uncomfortably in her spot.  I nearly forgot,  I was gonna have to fake date this girl.

   "Seven.  Seven thirty sharp,"  I said, faking a smile

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