Right Place and Right Time

Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

            I stared in shock. It took a moment for the whole scene to register in my head: like fitting pieces of a puzzle together. Clothes all over the dressing room’s floor. Two figures groping each other on the couch, one laying on top of another. Two familiar figures. My stepsister and Harry with their lips glued together. I just walked in on my sister fucking Harry. As soon as I realized this, I opened my mouth and said the possibly most stupidest thing ever.

            “Harry you’re fucking my stepsister.”

            The both finally looked up, as if they just realizing they had intruders. Both of their eyes grew wide, and Harry started getting up and stammering words. He grabbed some pants and was about to pull it on but before he could even wear them, I was sprinting down the hallway, out from backstage, and into the car.

            “Ha! I can’t believe I actually considered giving him a second chance,” I told Becca as I got into the car.

            Becca looked up from her phone.” Who Harry? What happened?”

            “Tiff was fucking Harry Styles.”

            She laughed, but then her face grew serious. “Wait… what?”

            “Yeah. I walked into his dressing room and there Tiff was, pretty much butt naked, with Harry on top of her.”

            “Oh Lord… So is Tiff coming with us?”

            “She can walk home for all I care.”

            Then I hit the gas and drive away from the arena.

            As I was driving I was thinking of how I felt about this. I was obviously right; he just wants to get into girls’ pants, just that girl was my stepsister. Was I upset? Was I sad? The only thing I’m feeling is shock and anger; anger at myself, for being stupid enough to think about giving him a second chance. I guess embarrassment and rage will come later, but not now. Of course I was right; he’s a manwhore who just wants to sleep around with girls he doesn’t even know.

            Wow. I always assumed Tiffany was on the whoreish side, but I never though she’d be the kind of person who’s willing to sleep with someone she didn’t know personally. This is just disappointing, even for her. I shook my head as I drove Becca to her house.

Harry’s POV

            Turns out the hot blonde’s name was Tiffany. And let me tell you, she’s even hotter up close. Perfect body and perfect in bed, ha. Just what I need to forget about Natalie. Things were getting pretty intense until I heard the door open. I just ignored it; it was probably Niall getting something or whatever. But then I heard a familiar voice, a voice that I couldn’t get out of my head.

            “Harry you’re fucking my stepsister,” said Natalie.

            I looked up and saw Natalie’s face with a priceless expression that would’ve been funny if it were a different situation. Zayn was standing behind her, stunned with shock. Shit. I quickly got up, stammering pointless excuses and explanations.  But as soon as I grabbed my pants, she turned and ran away. I don’t blame her; I would’ve also done the same. Zayn finally regained his senses back and quickly slammed the door, leaving me in the room with Tiffany.

            “I think we have some unfinished business,” she whispered in my ear, sending chills up and down my neck.

            I quickly turned around, looking at her with dismay. “That was your sister.”

            “Stepsister.”

            “Whatever. Look, I can’t do this anymore.”

            She looked at me quizzically, “you’ve got to be kidding me. You seemed pretty willing to do this thirty minutes ago.”

            “Yeah, that was thirty minutes ago.”

            “Who cares if it’s thirty minutes ago or now? I’m so much better than my sister! Who cares about her? She’s about as pretty as a piece of shit.”

            She seemed to be getting pretty upset now, and that comment about her sister stung me a bit. “Look, you should get going now. And don’t ever say that about your sister; I spent the whole day with her a few days ago and she’s amazing; you’re lucky to have a sister like her. Now please leave,” I told her as I held the door open for her.

            She looked at me with shock, but quickly put her clothes on and swiftly walked out. I sat there in the dressing room, just thinking of what I did. I was trying to get Natalie out of my head by hooking up with a fan, but instead I can’t stop thinking about her. The door creaked open, and I saw Zayn standing there.

            He quietly walked up to me and said, “You know Nat came here to give you a second chance.”

             I was shocked. What did I just do? I just blew my second chance, that’s what I did. I quickly got up, maybe I could go out and find Nat, talk to her. But Zayn quickly pushed me back down.

            “Too late man,” he said, “she already left.”

            I felt like punching myself. I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, but this beats everything by far. Zayn quietly walked out, leaving me by myself.