Secrets

seventeen

Waiting is a terrible thing. Especially when you're waiting to tell your brother and his 3 best mates about your boyfriend that you got behind their backs. Not to mention the fact that Harry Styles is next to you, ready to pull you over his lap of you screw up. I just love waiting...

"Sorry we took so long, Niall kept bugging us about - woah! What's up with you two?" Louis asked, barging through the front door with 3 takeout boxes in tow. Niall, Li, and Z following behind each carrying their own load of food.

"Put the food down first and then sit down. We need to talk," Harry said, giving me a stern look. I frowned and gave him my best 'please-don't-make-me-tell-them-because-I-will-die-and-it-will-be-on-you' face. All he did was wink and shrug.

How I hated Harry Fucking Styles...

"Okie dokie. What's up my weird artichokies?" My brother plopped down on the couches.

"I never ever ever want to hear that phrase come out of your mouth ever again. Please!" I exclaimed, horrified of what he just said. Harry and Niall laughed beside me, while Liam and Zayn just looked on timidly.

"Back to the subject at hand," Harry spoke up.

"Well, what is it? We haven't gotten all day, you know." Louis brought his feet up, getting comfortable.

"I'll let Bella tell you this one." I glared at him, mentally cursing him out with every word in the book.

"Should we be scared?" Zayn piped up, sitting up straighter.

"I dunno," I shrugged.

"Just tell us already!" I glared at Niall.

"Alright alright, calm your tits, geez! The big news is that... Harry was on national television today and pronounced his love for Taylor and now the entire world knows about it but it's fake and she doesn't love him and he doesn't love her," I lied smoothly, rambling on about the nasty details and watched as the boy's eyes grew wider.

When I was finished, the boys instantly tacked Harry in a swarm of questions, and I took that as my cue to retreat upstairs. I ran to my room and locked the door, praying Lou hasn't made master keys yet.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket, signaling I had a call.

Zach.

"Hello?" I answered. I heard him grunt on the other end.

"Hey babe, I just wanted to make sure you were going to school tomorrow."

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I laughed.

"I dunno. Ok bye." And he hung up.

That was an odd call. He could have just texted or something...

"Isabella Tomlinson!" I whipped my head around to see a livid Harry at my door. I guess my brother did make the skeleton keys...

"H-H-Hi Hazzy," I stuttered, slowly inching to the back of my bed.

"Don't you, 'hi Hazzy' me! What happened to you telling the boys about Zach?!" I sheepishly turned to the ground, playing with my sheets.