Chapter 16 ~ Smarticle Smartie

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Rosey's POV

 Man that girl is desperate.

I pushed my curls out of my face trying to think of something to think of something to say. "Well... what about you and Niall making it official?" She blushed at my words and turned away to try to hide the redness in her cheeks. Bless her.

"Umm we sorta..umm woke up on the ground...of the top floor and..took and adventure to the roof..and I was scared and..umm...he just sorta asked me.." She said embarassed. It's not like she wasn't gonna tell me at some point.

"Awww awh awh why be embarassed to tell me?" I giggled. She shrugged and sat down.

"Now what about you and Harry?"

"Well um.." I began.

Play it cool Rosey.

"I told you before, I didnt sleep with him" I managed to spit out pretty damn confidently. I hate lying to her, but it looks like this secrets gotta stay between me and Harry. "Well I SLEPT with him, like fall asleep, but that was it."

"Oh" Her eyebrows knitted together in frustration, showing that she was thinking about something.

Wow, a blonde thinking, THATS something you dont see everyday.

"Now baby, you need to get ready!" I said attempting to stand up but soon falling back down on to my bum. Oopsiesss.

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I helped Ally get ready so she would look like a Smarticle Smartie for her meeting and I got ready to go. I looked ALOT more casual than her, with my Ed Sheeran tank top, ripped skinny jeans, starry converse, hair in a messy ponytail & my rose backpack (Roses, just for meee) Whilst Ally was all kinds of fancy with her nice pink jumper that she wont let me borrow, £300 white jeans, £200 boots, hair straightened all professional like and her expensive cream handbag. The things you can buy when your a popstar.

We took a taxi down to the meetng which was a hell ride because of Ally's nerves.

"What if they don't want me on the lable anymore?! She said panicking.

"Course they do now shut up you lil shit!"

"Sorry sorry," She murmered fiddiling with her bracelets.

"Wait..." She spoke againnnnnn

"What?" I huffed

"What if Modest don't want me to date Niall cause it might make them appeal less to teenage girls?" Wow um...I actually didn't know what to say.. thats a fair point I suppose but i really do want to comfort her.

"Don't worry bub, everything in life happends for a reason" I was still struggling to understand this   myself though, "Besides they can't control your life," I said giving her a weak smile.

But this did concern me.

If they can't go out then..

Harry's screwed.

I know we've never talked about going out, or anything like that. Hell, the only times i've really talked to him I've been drunk, hungover or just pissed off. But I think its safe to say that he does like me. Let me rephrase that, I know he likes me. But do I like him back? 

No.

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