Baby Lips

Chapter 5

 I had to wipe the look of disgust off my face when the boys started to sing an a cappella version of their song What Makes You Beautiful. I had heard the song on the radio multiple times, too many times actually, but hearing them sing it live. Hearing the range in their voices and how they perfectly harmonized without any warm up what so ever... it was actually quite astonishing. 

The interview quickly ended and after the boys shook hands with Maxwell they filed out of the room in a single line. I gathered my coat and purse while Maxwell spoke, 

“It’s a brave thing you did, Miss Scarlett.” I smiled politely as he tipped his head in my direction. “Young boys are tough, but they’ll learn. Trust me.” He shot me a wink before exiting the studio himself. 

I sighed. I’m sorry Maxwell, but I very much doubt that Harry will ever become a mature adult. There was nothing I wanted more than to get my phone and go home. Forget that this whole mess even happened, sink back into my normal routine. 

I clung to my coat as I walked out of the studio and saw the boys standing around, giggling about something someone had just said. Except, Zayn had went missing some how. I decided not to worry about it and went straight to Harry, who still was keeping my phone hostage in the back pocket of his disgustingly well fit khaki trousers. 

“I’d like my cell phone back now.” I held out my hand, palm up hoping he would carefully place it in it so I could run. But what I’m starting to find out is, with Harry it is never that easy. He wrinkled his brow and reached for the device in his back pocket, he held it out in front of him. He quickly glanced from it to me and back with his bright emerald eyes. 

“This phone? Is this what you want?” I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes. Was he really going to play this game with me? Or was he actually asking for a punch in the nut sack? 

“Yes, Harry.” I almost growled out at him. His lips formed into his striking smile that made my narrowing eyes soften at the sight. I hated him for that. 

“Well then here you go.” He held it out for me. I inhaled in anticipation, but sighed with anger as Harry held it up higher as I tried to reach for it. I always considered myself on the tall side, but next to Harry I looked miniscule. I huffed as the rest of the boys laughed in amusement as I hopped up and down trying to snatch the phone out of Harry’s unreachable grasp.  

I finally gave up. 

“You are so difficult.” I felt my relaxed fingers ball into fists as anger overcame me. Harry could most definitely see this, but of course he took it as a chance to just push my buttons even harder. 

“Why don’t you go complain about me to your math book or something? I’m sure they’ll actually care what you have to say.” My chest rose with a burning breath before I exhaled sharply. I pivoted on my feet and looked for a way to escape that horrid excuse for a boy.  

There was a metal door that I expected led outside behind Louis. I marched past him and pushed the door open. The cold breeze blowing my hair back and causing my pale cheeks to automatically flush a pale pink color. 

I let out a loud scream in the dirty alley way that the door led to. Throwing my fists in the air in a fit of anger. Harry was rotten. He was such a waste of incredibly good looks. I barely even knew this boy and everything that came out of his mouth got my blood to boil. I tugged on the roots of my hair and squeezed my eyes shut. My head shook furiously. 

“Are you, uh, okay?” I heard a familiar voice speak in a tone just above a whisper. My eyes shot open and my hands flew to my sides as I saw Zayn approaching me. He had a lit cigarette hanging from his perfectly pink lips that caused me to furrow my eyebrows together.