Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Seven.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

Meghan came back, just as Harry was leaving. She had such a smug look on her face. "What? Nothing happened if that’s what you’re thinking!" I defended myself. 

"Suuureee!" Meghan smirked and raised her eyebrows.

"What about you and Liam!" I sat on my bed and crossed my legs, showing that I seemed interested.

"There is no 'me and Liam'." She added speech marks with her fingers for effect as she sat down on her bed.

"What happened then?!" I questioned. I was so curious. We sent Liam out to get her and they never returned... until now. There must be something!

She sighed and lay on her bed. "Well, when you ran off after Harry kissed me, I just kinda sat there. I was waiting for you to come back. I knew you wanted to be alone so I left you. But you know me, being alone makes me think about everything, so that’s what happened. I watched the guys shout at Harry, saying how much he’s messed things up and they’d only just got here. Then Zayn noticed me crying and came over. We just talked. Then Liam appeared making me worse so I asked Zayn to give me time on my own to think things over, you know? Then they all left, and Harry must’ve gone to find you. So I was left alone again and I just lost track of time, sitting watching the waves when Liam appeared. We made small talk then ended up going for a really long walk. I told him everything about me, including my past and th-"

"Even about the cutting...?" I asked quietly. I knew it was a touchy subject and I was unsure about her situation on it. She slowly nodded and continued.

"Then we went back to his hotel and got food and he told me about his life and how Danielle dumped him then we watched a movie then fell asleep." She smiled as she finished the last part. I playfully slapped her arm.

"AWWWH!"

"You sounded a lot like Louis just then..." We both laughed and she asked me what happened when Harry came after me.

I told her about how he stopped me cutting myself. Just for the record: I don’t cut myself all the time - I never have. Meghan says it helps the pain so I was going to try it before he stopped me. I went on to tell her about the kiss, watching a movie and just generally talking for hours.

"Are you two going out or something?" She questioned.

"I don’t really know to be honest... it feels like we are, the way he is with me, but he hasn’t said anything." I sighed. Meghan checked her phone for the time. It was 12:25pm. She jumped up and started yelling about how she was going to be late and wouldn’t have time to get ready. I was so confused.

"MEGHAN CALM DOWN! WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?" I yelled, to get her attention. It worked. She stopped and looked at me, breathless from all the panicking.

"I’m going out with Liam in half an hour! I don’t know what to do! I don't know what to wear!" She ran into the bathroom and started the shower. I lifted a magazine and lay down and chilled, waiting for her. Ten minutes later she came out of the bathroom and ran over to her case and flung it open. She grabbed an outfit and ran to the bathroom again. She opened the door and yelled.

"What does this look like?" I looked up from the magazine. She was dressed short denim shorts, with a white and pink leopard print tank top and white converse. she added her favourite pair of diamond stud earrings and a few bracelets which matched.

"Perfect!" I smiled. I watched as she grabbed the hairdryer and blasted her hair with it until it was dry. It went into her natural curls, that I was always jealous of.

"Will you do my make-up for me?" She pulled the puppy dog face which I couldn’t resist.

"Fine!" I sighed and got up. I pulled out her make-up bag and started to work my magic.