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Chapter five

Chapter five

"So how was your date?" Harry questioned when I sat next to him in Chemistry once again. Jenny was in yet I had made up some lie about how I was moved next to Harry for concentration problems. I was taken back by how fast news spread.

"It was nice, thanks for asking." For some peculiar reason I felt the need to shove it down his throat. As if I wanted him to be jealous even though I knew he wouldn't get jealous; we weren't going out, hell we weren't even friends.

He nodded before looking back down at his book. The rest of the lesson was silent until I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

"Scarlett!" I heard his deep raspy voice yell from behind me.

"The hell you doing in the girls bathroom?" I asked trying to hide my smile.

"You don't like him do you?" he assumed walking closer until once again our noses were barely touching. "Were you attempting to get me jealous?" he whispered.

To be completely truthful I didn't even know myself. It isn't that I don't like Niall, because I do, it's just that he doesn't get my heart racing and he doesn't intrigue me the way Harry does.

"Oh please," I scoffed before walking to the sinks, "if you think that someone like me would ever have a thing for someone like you then you must be delusional." I knew what I said was harsh and cold but I couldn't help but saying it. I knew I couldn't trust myself around him so maybe it would be easier if he didn't want to be around me.

To my surprise Harry let out a harsh laugh with daunting eyes, "you think I would ever fall for you? God, you must be even fuller of yourself than the rumours!" His voice dripping with venom as he strode towards me cornering me, "I don't do sappy romantics, I do quickies in empty classrooms. Sorry to break it to you."

His cold dark green eyes poured into mine until I looked away. Then he just walked away leaving me alone in the girls bathroom. After a few minutes of regaining my breath and re-applying my makeup I marched back to chemistry.

Harry never returned to the lesson which I was pleased with. I wanted to hate him; I wanted to hate him so badly. But I couldn't, I cared too much about what he thought about me. How could he call me conceited? I was the furthest thing from conceited. My thoughts must have taken over my mind completely as I'm snapped back into reality by Jenny clapping her hands in my face.

"I get that you're fantasizing about Niall but jeez get a grip!" she laughed linking our arms and leading us to the cafeteria. The minute we arrived I handed my books to someone who tried to desperately to be liked.

After we ate Niall and I went outside to sit on the grass since it was actually nice weather for once in England. Hesitantly I sat down next to Niall knowing Harry's cold stare was on me; none the less I shook it off and focused completely on Niall.

Harry was sat with some of his friends with a cigarette between his lips. The two friends seemed to be engaged in conversation laughing their asses off. He on the other hand had a blank face with a stone hard stare on me.

"I'm glad we're giving us a try," he smiled as he played with my fingers.

"Yeah, me too."  I agreed.

He grinned letting go of my hand and placing his on my cheek softly. Slowly he began to lean in and I have no idea what took over me but I kissed him back. A small part of me knew I was so eager to kiss him was because Harry was watching. I wanted to show him just how much I didn't want him; and how much I wanted Niall.

He deepened the kiss pulling me closer so that I was straddling him. My hands pulled his short blond hair slightly causing him to moan and his roamed my hips freely. I couldn't help but resist opening one eye slightly to see if Harry was still looking nonetheless there was no trace of him.

Our make out session was cut short by the sound of a phone taking a photo of us. Surely enough Becca and one of Niall's friends, whose name I didn't care to learn, were behind the phone.

"Come on!" Becca pulled me off Niall and dragged me back to the table. I waved goodbye to Niall before picking up my pace to match Becca's.

The rest of the day was uneventful; Harry wouldn't even look at me, Niall was all over me and every girl was wishing they were me. Not a bad day to be Scarlett Hemmings if I do say so myself. Becca offered to drive me home since I still couldn't drive.

Our usually quiet empty house was filled with laughter and chatter; which only meant one thing. I ran towards the noise which was coming from the kitchen.

"Mum! Dad!" I screamed embracing them both in a tight hug. Both of my parents worked together meaning that they travel a lot; and by a lot I mean they basically live in Los Angeles. We have a house out there however Luke and I were so happy here in England our parents let us stay. That was the main reason Luke (who was now 20) still lived with us.

We all talked for a few hours over dinner. My mum cooked some spaghetti which was my favourite (probably because everything else she tried to cook would burn).

"So how's Drew?" Dad asked. I never told them that we broke up.

"We kind of broke up." I mumbled triggering them to gasp. It was a shock to everyone since we had been together basically our entire life, "its fine honestly. I'm seeing someone else."

We talked about Niall for a while until my dad got out a little jewellery box which had a small house charm for my charm bracelet. For Luke they had just given him money since he always just asked for money instead of presents.

"Who wants to put the Christmas tree up?" dad exclaims and mum gives him a death glare.

"Why would we put up a Christmas tree up in October?" Luke said cautiously looking at me. I started shaking my head and covering my face with my hands.

"We have to stay in Los Angeles for work during Christmas this year." Mum sighed, "You could always come to America?"

They already knew the answer to it though. Luke and I refuse to ever visit America because in some way it would be making them think that we were alright with them living there. Which we were by no means okay with.

"Take a week off and come here." I said through gritted teeth. I couldn't believe they were doing this. Christmas held so many traditions like I would rent out an indoor pool and everyone would party in there, Christmas eve we would all sleep at Becca's and then once we open our presents for each other I would go home and open them with my family. For dinner we would invite all our friends to eat when mum would claim to cook it all even though we could see the take out boxes.

"We need to be there to close a deal." Dad said trying to gain my sympathy. However I stood up from the table, grabbed a coat and shoes and stormed out the house.