That Girl.

Chapter 6

LEXA'S P.O.V

Well, that was a great night. I slowly get up so I could leave. I know how this goes. He was being nice to try and get in my pants which he succeeded in. So, that is my que to leave. "Curly where are you going?" Harry said in a groggy but sexy voice. "Har, I know how this goes. We're still friends and no I won't tell anyone and yes you were great and yes I know we're not in a relationship. Just casual is all." I say sighing a little before exiting the room. 

"WAIT!" Harry comes running out of his room.

HARRY'S P.O.V

"What are you doing? You are not leaving and we are going out to breakfast" I say making sure of myself. "What?" she says suprised. "I like you Lex, I'm not gonna let you walk home after we had an amazing night" I say trying comfort her feelings of insecurity. She was wearing her dress from last night and all her make-up was smuged. "Babe, here's one of my t-shirts and some sweats" I say as I hand her some of my clothing. Of course I gave her my Stones shirt. "Oh and my bathroom is on the left so you can wash your make-up off and I can see how pretty you really are" I say so flirtatiously. God, she's so fucking awesome I have no idea why she's so damn insecure and shy around me now or the fact that she would think about leaving this morning.

LEXA'S P.O.V

I couldn't even speak this morning. He's so nice and sweet. I don't deserve him. Look at me. I'm short,chubby,acne ridden, have terrible posture, and not to mention I'm obnoxious. I walk into the giant bathroom and see a little drawer labeled "harry s." which I assume is all his bathroom stuff. I pull it out and I find acne face wash, an extra toothbrush and some other of his personal hygiene products. I put my hair in a messy bun to wash my face. After I was done washing my face and brushing my teeth I stared at myself in the mirror. I found so many new zits because I forgot to wash my make-up off last night. 

"FUCK" I scream as someone opens the door. "Gimpy it's just me" Michael says smirking. He makes me ill. "I'm just leaving" I say clearly annoyed. I exit the bathroom and Michael stops me and pulls me out into the hallway. 

"So, I heard you and Harry last night" Mike says chuckling and making me blush at the same time. "So?" I say trying to act cool. "Remember the last time we fucked at that party" Michael whispers into my ear and I stand as still as a statue. "Was I better than him?" he asks me. "Of course he was" I say confidently. He is taken back by my words. "You know he's never going to actually care for you. No one ever does. Look at you, i'm not saying you're ugly but you're not pretty nor are you smart in anyway."Michael sneers but still has a smile on his face. I have no idea why he's only mean to me.

"I know i'm not pretty. I fucking get it!" I scream at him and push him away.

"No, you're much more than a pretty face." Harry appears out of his bedroom. "Hey Harry, told you she wasn't a good fuck" Michael laughs. Harry is not phased by it. "No, she was the best I have ever had actually and i'm not afraid to admit it unlike some assholes" Harry says with anger in his voice.

"Hey, i'm fucking starving let's get something to eat yeah?" I say trying to avoid all this heated and awkward tension in the hallway. 

"Yeah, Let's go to the diner you talk about" Harry says and I smile because he actually cared enough to take me out. He wasn't embarassed to be seen with me in public. 

HARRY'S P.O.V

I can't believe what he was saying to Curly this morning. I stopped wondering why  she was so insecure. Mike was the cause. She just takes all the hateful comments he throws at her. We were sitting in her favourite diner and she could not hide the smile on her face. She kept thanking me and telling me that she was going to pay me back but I insisted that it was fine. It was clear to me she didn't have much money to begin with.

"You look beautiful, I forgot to say that to you before we left my house" I say and watch her face light up like a Christmas tree. "Um, Thank you I feel naked without my make-up though" she says while looking at her eggs. "You need to be more confident" I say bluntly. "I can't really, I hate myself and I know it's a turn off for guys that a girl is insecure but I don't like to lie." she says making me a little annoyed. "Who told you that?" I ask curiously. "My old friend Bee back in high school. He told me I wasn't hot because I didn't have confidence in myself" she told me that sad load of crap some asshole told her in high school.

"Would you like anything to drink?" the waitress asks. But then I look up and it's my ex-girlfriend Meghan. "No." I state rather rudely.

"No, thank you though. Oh and you are very pretty like model status." Curly says to her. "Where was our other waitress?" I ask rather annoyed. "I'm not sure but our new was is stunning." Lexa states. She is so cute the way she compliments people so genuinely. "No, she's plain like really plain looking." I deadpan "She's tall and this and has perfect skin" Lexa says as I hear a tinge of jealousy in her voice. "Sure she is. But nothing is special about her. Just run of the mill pretty." I state being 100% honest. "There is no sparkle in her dull brown eyes, there is no stories in her skin, and her hair don't get me started on how straight and bland the brown hair is" I tell Lexa in all honesty. Yea Meghan was my type. She was hot and smart and so fucking nice to the point where it was just sickening.

"I guess so, but I still find her very beautiful." Curly says basically not giving a shit what I say. "What do you mean there is no stories in her skin?" Lexa asks me really curiously. "For starters, There is no smile lines around her lips. That means she doesn't smile as much as I want a girl to and there is not one scar on her face. How do I know she's lived a fun life? Lastly there was no expression lines between her eyebrows so she's dull" I state matter of factly.

"I guess you're right about this one but can I ask you a question?" Lexa say worrying me. "Sure, I guess" I try to sound calm.

"How do you know her." Lexa says with a worried expression.