The Fortune Teller (One Direction)

Chapter 10 - Friends' Confession

Note: I'm a massive dingbat and don't even know my own story so, in the comments of the last chapter I mentioned a non-existent Darcy POV that I cut because it was rubbish in that scene, so I've added one in here (I was actually surprised at how well it worked here!). Enjoy! x

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I didn’t say anything. About what I saw between Harry and Darcy, I mean. It was there, right in front of me, yet I avoided even thinking about it until I got home that night. It’s shocking how many times in the middle of the night I debated with myself calling Harry to talk, but I never got the courage.

I forced it out of my mind as often as possible through the next week. Thoughts only cropped up when Darcy spoke in that tone of hers that told me she was annoyed or fed up. I thought about it often, to put it simply.

Wendi and Raya realised something was wrong, but they couldn’t get a word out of me.

But right now, as I lay in my bed exhausted from crying, my door tightly locked and the whole world shut out from me, I wish I’d have said something.

Earlier today when I was sprawled across the couch in the living room, someone knocked on my door. My parents were out and my little brother was staying at his friend’s house until tonight, so I reluctantly answered the door.

“Hi hunny!” Raya said, overly cheery, even for Raya. She enveloped me in a tight hug immediately, then flowed into the hall and let Wendi do the same.

“Hey Iss are you okay?” Wendi asked

“I’m fine, yeah…are you two okay?” I had asked, noticing how uncomfortable they both looked.

They shared a quick glance, and then they both froze, “Issy we need to talk to you,” Raya said with desperation. I quickly let them into the living room where they sat me on the chair, occupying the couch together.

Wendi still looked uncomfortable, and I was so curious as to what was wrong.

Previously bobbing up and down like there’s a bee in her jumper, Wendi stopped and pointed at the table by the wall.

“Th-they’re nice.” She mumbled, indicating the large, soft, white roses bunched together in a glass on the table.

“More flowers from Harry?” Raya had asked, a look on her face that was the polar opposite of her expression when she saw my bouquet from Harry.

“No, my mum bought them.” I had told them both, “She says these are exactly like the ones left at my abuela’s grave the other day. Thought they were pretty.”

“Left at her grave?” Wendi had pondered, probably thinking it just as weird a thing to say as I had when my dad had told me.

“Wendi, you’re changing the subject,” Raya said suddenly, taking charge, “Issy we really need to tell you something – it’s important.”

I zipped my lips and let her speak.

Raya took a deep breath and began her story, “We were shopping in Manchester the other day-”

“-For your birthday present!” Wendi had interrupted, looking like a terrified mouse awaiting capture from it’s feline predator.

“-And Wendi took us through a little shortcut down an alleyway. Well, halfway down this alleyway it splits off in three places, left, right and straight ahead. Miss I-Know-The-Way over here,” she pointed her thumb at Wendi, “Took us the wrong way and got us lost…”

Raya stopped for a few seconds, and I was sat there in anticipation wondering what this important thing to tell me was. I expected it to be much more than them getting lost in Manchester.