Just This Once | H.S

Chapter Four

Shove

"Blake!"

Another shove.

"Blake, wake up!" I slowly opened my eyes to be faced with a wide awake Stella leaning over me. After further observation I realized that Stella was extremely exposed. All she wore was an oversized shirt and her hair screamed sex.

"Did you fuck Niall?" I bluntly asked, causing Stella to turn bright red. She looked at me big eyes and nodded slowly, cheeks turning brighter than ever. I groaned loudly and started hitting Stella with the pillow closest to me.

"Hey! Quit it Blake!" She screamed, jumping off my bed and cowering in the corner.

I laughed but stopped once I realized something.

"Stella Atkins, did you have sex in my house?" Her eyes widened at my question and she shook her head repeatedly.

"NO! Of course not,"

"But how did you get in?" Stella sheepishly reached into her bra and pulled out a key. This girl made a copy of my house key. I threw the pillow in her direction and she screamed loudly again. After wiping away my tears from laughing so hard I tried to put on my best serious expression.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"How big is his dick?" I asked without any shame. Stella blushed again, refusing to answer my question. "I bet it's really big," I continued.

"Shut the fuck up Blake, you should never kiss and tell," Stella said with a wink. "Oh and sweetie, don't forget about your little date with Grifyn tonight," She finished before walking out of my room to avoid talking about her night.

I mentally facepalmed. I had completely forgotten about the "date" I had planned to go on later that night. In truth, it wasn't actually a date. Grifyn was a good friend and I didn't see him as anything else but it was no secret that he had a crush on me. I wasn't one to flatter myself, he literally texted me one day confessing his "attraction towards me". His words, not mine. After months of him bringing me flowers after class and leaving notes in my locker, I finally agreed to go on a date with him. 

"Stella, come back!" I quickly called for my friend after realizing that I had no idea what I was going to wear. With no time to spare, Stella popped her head into the room.

"You just can't get enough of me," Stella remarked, wiggling her eyebrows as she sat onto my bed.

"I have no idea what I'm going to wear tonight," I announced, falling onto my bed.

"You're going out for dinner right?" I nodded my head slowly, answering her question. Stella sighed before walking up to my closet. She searched around for a bit before pulling out a long-sleeved maroon dress that cut off a little above my knees.

"Go try this on," Stella beckoned towards the bathroom with a mysterious twinkle in her eye. Obeying her orders, I took the dress from her and hurriedly put it on in the bathroom. I fastened the belt just above my hips and glanced in the mirror. The dress hugged my hips and made my chest seem way bigger than it actually was. I exited the bathroom and entered my room again. Stella's blue eyes brightened when she saw me.

"My oh my darling, you are quite the beauty," She teased, trying to put on her best american accent.

"Well, I do have a good stylist," I responded back with my British one. Stella was about to respond with probably something quirky when my stomach growled extremely loudly.

"Oh darling, you haven't even eaten breakfast yet, let's go downstairs and I'll make you some pancakes," Stella grabbed my arm and pulled me down the stairs. As I entered the kitchen I was greeted with the mouth watering smell of French Toast. Harry stood over the stove, making breakfast. I walked past him and grabbed a slice of the toast that was already cooled down.

"Y'know, if you wanted me to make you something you could have just asked," Harry voiced with a smirk.

"Nah, it's fine I'll just take yours instead," I muttered, sitting down at the table.

"What was that?" I was about to respond but Stella beat me to it.

"Shut up Styles. Just keep cooking before I shove this toast down your throat," She said without skipping a beat. I choked on my orange juice and started coughing loudly like a dying seal. Stella and Harry both stopped what they were doing to stare at me and once I finished hacking my lungs out I gave them both a thumbs up to signify that I was okay. 

"Blake, I have two questions for you. One, what's your hot friend's name?Two, why on earth are you wearing a dress to breakfast?" Harry asked, gesturing to my outfit with his spatula in hand.

"Excuse me, the hot friend can talk for herself. My name is Stella, just Stella. No more referring me to me as hot friend okay? And to answer your last question, Blake is going on a date tonight," Stella smiled at Harry. I looked up at Harry and noticed that his eyes had darkened a bit. Not too noticeable but if you paid close attention you could tell.

"You might want to consider wearing something else, that dress makes you  look a little... Chubby,"  Just when you thought Harry couldn't be more of an asshole, he surprised me once again. I stood up and threw the plate and fork into the sink. I filled a cup of water pretending to be thirsty but instead I turned abruptly and poured the water right onto Harry's curly head. I bit back a smirk as I watched the water drip down his face, soaking his shirt as well. I tried to ignore the way his words hurt me by giving a Stella a high five. Surprisingly, Harry calmly stepped way from me and grabbed a towel. He turned towards me after drying his face and opened his mouth to speak.

"You have three seconds to run," I stared at him for a second and suddenly realized what he meant when he raised one finger, looking me dead in the eyes. Screaming, I grabbed Stella hand and pulled her upstairs. We ran into my room and slammed the door shut, making sure that it was secure by barricading it with a conveniently placed chair.

"He's fucking weird isn't he?" I  laughed. Stella was about to agree when suddenly Harry's voice came from behind the door.

"I heard that,"

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Just a filler :) I'm probably not gonna write about how the date went but you'll know enough sooner or later. Enjoy! Love ya lots

-jazz