The Bad Boy

Chapter 146

Harry's P.O.V.

I wake up at noon, but Gemma is still snoring like an elephant so I roll out of bed, throw on a clean pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt and go sit on the couch until she wakes up which is around 4.

"Evening, sleepyhead." I muttered when she finally trudged out of the bedroom.

"I'm starving." Gemma groans, flopping down on the couch next to me.

"I wonder why...Oh! Maybe it's because you slept through breakfast and lunch!" I feign surprise.

"Funny, aren't you?" Gemma rolls her eyes and glares at me. "Do you want to go get something to eat?"

"I don't care." I shrug. "What did you want to eat?"

"We're in New York, we have to eat at a food truck at some point so why not now?" Gemma suggests, looking hopeful.

"Fine. Go get dressed and I'll find one online." I agree.

"Yay!" She claps her hands before scurrying back into our bedroom. I pull out my phone and start looking for nearby food trucks with the least shady website.

Gemma finally emerges from the room 20 minutes later, after I found a mexican food truck near Central Park. She is now in a black jumper and white t-shirt, completing whatever look she was going for with a pair of all white Nike tennis shoes.

"Did you find a place?" She asks.

"Yeah, are you ready to go?" I ask, standing up and shoving my phone into my pocket.

"Yep!" She smiles and heads towards the door.

Once we get to the elevator she realizes she forgot her phone, goes back to get it, returns, and then decides she has to pee. All in all, by the time we get out the door it's a little past 5 o clock.

Stephanie's P.O.V.

Miles and I weave through the crowds until we reach a large silver truck parked across the street from Central Park. Inside, most of the workers are Spanish. Miles orders the same thing for both of us, some kind of burrito that he claims is delicious. We get 2 foil wrapped packages and 2 bottles of coke before crossing the street to the Park and finding a bench still in view of the food truck so we can people watch.

Harry's P.O.V.

Gemma and I both get burritos and cokes and I suggest going back to the hotel to eat but she has other ideas.

"No Harry! We can't stay in the hotel this whole time, it's New York! Let's go eat in Central Park!" Gemma grabs my wrist and tugs me along behind her into Central Park, scanning through the trees for an empty bench. "Harry help me look!"

I start looking around for an empty seat, but something catches my eye. It's the same head of green hair from the club, on a body that looks a hell of a lot like Step's.

"Gem, does that look like Stephanie to you?" I ask, nodding in the direction of the green haired girl siting with a douche in a pink shirt on a bench, eating burritos.

Gemma studies them for a beat and then responds with, "Almost exactly except for the hair."

"Do you think she could have dyed it?" I ask, staring at the girl who's talking intently to the guy.

"Dunno." Gemma shrugs, also looking at them. I look over to Gemma's face and see her jaw is clenched. She's lying.

"It's her, isn't it?" I ask.

"Dunno." Gemma says again, not looking at me.

"It's her. You're lying." I state, turning back to stare at the girl who might possibly be my Steph.

She continues talking to the guy, totally unaware that I'm watching. Then she does something. She raises her hands and starts gesturing and I know it's Steph.

Stephanie's P.O.V.

Miles and I are debating about whether Christmas or a Birthday was a better holiday when I felt like someone was staring at me. I shrugged it off and kept arguing in defense of Christmas for a while but when it didn't go away, I turned my gaze in the direction of the food truck to meet some painfully familiar green eyes.