“And you’re sure you’re going to be fine? I can call the headmaster and tell him-“
“Mom, I’ll be fine. It’s been more than two weeks,”
She put her arms on my shoulders, looking me in the eyes, “Promise me you’ll be okay.”
I couldn’t make that promise. “I’ll try.”
“And Harry’s coming to pick you up after school.” And that was the lie we told her- that Harry will come after school and we’ll go on a date. The truth is, ‘The Pussy Wagon’ will come to kidnap me and take me to a meeting with Richard and the rest of Modest!.
I tried to ignore the people looking at me while I was walking through the hallways. Not only that I was Harry’s girl, I was now also the girl whose dad died and everyone knew about it.
I was three tests and a presentation behind, but none of the teachers didn’t seem to care. I didn’t do any of my homework for the past two weeks, and I didn’t get one F. Even Ariana and her groupies left me alone today. Chessie and Haley had volunteered to carry my bags, pull my chairs and blow my nose. Another guy offered to carry me. I just wanted to scream and tell everyone to stop, but I kept silent most of the day.
As I got out of the school, I saw Harry leaning on the side of his Range Rover with his hands in his pockets. A few girls were already running towards him so he gave me a look to hurry up. When I walked next to him, he opened his arms for a hug, but I walked pass him, “Don’t. Everyone’s been treating me like I’m a cripple,” and sat in the car. The place reeked of designed perfume.
“I was with Victoria,” Harry explained.
We quickly drove through streets and roads until we reached the building where the meeting was held. For a ‘modest’ management, the Modest! Building was not very modest. We walked through the doors and into the lobby, getting into an elevator and going up to the 32nd floor.
The big glass black door opened automatically. Little less than a dozen people were sat across the room at a polished mahogany desk.
“Mr Styles, Mrs Arch…” a middle aged man in a black suit with a blue tie sat up.
“Richard,” Harry nodded. I awkwardly waived, the sun rays from the giant glass windows getting into my eyes. We sat across the desk from Richard.
“The thing that’s happened to Horatio was terrible. Victoria took it quite hard. There’s no doubt that you’ll have to act like a couple for at least another few months. So... early December, late November would be the time to go public with your ‘break up’.”
That’s eight more months, I thought. I wanted to stand up and tell him no way in hell, but Harry gave me a warning look, and I sat back in my leather chair. Richard continued, “Like I was saying… Since Victoria and Horatio’s divorce wasn’t final yet, Victoria is still entitled to Richard’s property. Harry, I think it would be for the best if you stay away from Victoria for a while.- I know it’s hard on both of you, but its’ for the best. Now some people have been complaining-“
I cut him off. Very ‘ladylike’ of me, I know.
“Just get to the point, Richie.”
“It’s Richard,” he adjusted his suit, “Where was I? Oh, yes. We’ve been getting complaints that your relationship hasn’t taken a step forward in the past eight months, and we agree. So, we believe, it would be for the best if you two would move in together by the end of this summer.” He said that last sentence in a single breath, like he knew I would get mad.
“WHAT?!” Harry and I said together, both getting up from our chairs.
“Now, now, don’t get mad. It’s- it’s for the best.” Like I said before, I wanted to tell them no way in hell, even if they were gutting me like a fish, but I simply took a deep breath, nodded and stormed out of the room. Harry did the same after me. Though I waited until I found a bathroom to throw stuff. So, I took an air-freshener and threw it at the mirror, watching my reflection break into a million pieces.
Harry appeared behind me, “Carter are yo- Wow!” he looked at the glass shreds on the floor. “We have to get out of here,” he said and grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him. We paced to the garage and sat in his car.
“I’m sorry,” his chest was going up and down, his face red and hair wet from running down half of the floors because we couldn’t be bothered to take the elevator all the way down.
“I’m the one who broke the mirror. They’re probably going to take it out of your pay check.”
“A thousand pounds less, a thousand pounds more…”
“…not a problem if you’re in a boyband…” as mad as I was at him right now, I couldn’t help but chuckle and he smiled.
“I’ll try to convince them not to do that, but if I don’t… I promise I’ll try to be tidier,” he put his right hand over his heart and the other one in the air, swearing.
“And where would we exactly live?”
“Well, I guess I could sell this house and buy a bigger one- If this is too small for you-“
“The old place is good enough… And we have at least two more months not to think about that. But, when the time comes, you’re telling my mom.”
I forced a smile, looking at the car floor. I was right about one thing- my home, here in London, being a temporary home, and my room being just a temporary place to stay. Just except of moving back home next semester, I’ll be moving in with Harry.
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The Girl Next Door
ФанфикTypical story about a typical girl who moves to a typical city. The only problem is- her next door neighbor is a not so typical guy she does not really like.
