Illicit (H.S)

04

Lucy Greene

My mother, Vivianne Greene, is one stubborn and confident woman. Thanks to her persistence, I am now on my way to Town Square, the bustling hub where all of the stores, restaurants, clubs, and more are located. She ordered me to have lunch with William, and there was no saying no. Luckily, I bumped into Margot on my way, her company easing some of the nerves about the upcoming lunch.

But something about Margot seemed off today. She wasn't her usual happy self, and haven't been like that for a while now.

"Hey, are you alright?" I stop in my tracks, causing Margot to lift her head from the ground.

She shrugs, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Calvin never called me or anything after the race yesterday."

"He's shit," I say firmly, trying to comfort her as we resume walking.

Entering town-square, I immediately notice some of the Normans gathered on one of the benches: Harry, Niall, Zayn, Mandy and two others. They're laughing and talking, clearly having a good time. A pang of annoyance hits me at the sight of them.

"Oh, no," Margot murmurs as she realizes who is ahead of us.

"Let's just walk past them. Ignore them," I suggest. We try to do exactly that, but the plan fall apart as I make eye contact with Harry.

Everyone goes silent and looks our way.

"Hey, princess," Harry calls out, a smirk playing on his lips.

Margot and I stop and I force a smile. Just before I was about to blurt something out, Margot leans in closer and whispers, "Let's get out of here."

"Ah, Margot, right?" Harry asks, shifting his gaze to her.

"How's Calvin?" Niall chimes in, clearly not interested in Calvins actual well-being.

"Licking his wounds, I bet," Harry answers for her.

"Shut up," I sigh, feeling my patience wearing thin. I've had enough of their games.

"Touchy subject," Niall says, holding his hands up in mock defense.

"Is he upset because he lost, or because he couldn't keep his girlfriend from crying on his shoulder?" Harry laughs, and the others join him.

Mandy laughs in the exact same way she did a couple of years ago. For a second I felt sentimental about our friendship, and then I'm hit back into reality. 

"Are you finished?" I ask as Margot's eyes fill with tears. She's a sensitive person, she was already upset because of Calvin.

Harry stands up, his tall figure casting a shadow over me as I hold eye contact with him. "Just calling it like I see it. You Rowe kids think you're so untouchable."

I noticed Margot had slipped away, leaving me alone to face Harry and the others. "What's your problem?" I ask, crossing my arms.

Harry leans in closer, his voice low and cold. "My problem is your little perfect world.  Your biggest problem is what shoes to wear to your next fancy ball."

His words sting, but I refuse to show it. Instead, I keep my gaze steady. "You know nothing about my life."

He scoffs, turning away and heading back to the bench. "Whatever. You're not worth my time." He sits down next to Niall, and the group resume their conversation as if nothing had happened.

Margot was gone, probably too upset to stick around, and I was left standing there, feeling a mix of anger and hurt. I want to find her and make sure if she's alright, but I'm not sure if I have time before my lunch. Just then, I see William near the diner. he's already sitting at a table outside, already sipping on a glass of water. I approach the restaurant and he gives me a warm smile.