The Makeover (One Direction)

Confessing, Planning, & Kissing

Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to update! I was on vacation! I've recieved very sweet comments asking me to update. I wrote this chapter a couple weeks ago, but didn't get the chance to publish it! So, enjoy! -Nat :)

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Harry's POV

I can't believe I just witnessed Justin and Liz having sex. I don't even think they were doing it right. Remembering exactly what I saw, I shudder in complete disgust. I wonder how long this has been going on... I need to tell Alexa that she's being cheated on. My thoughts were interrupted by Liam.

"What's wrong?" He asks, entering my room and sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Nothing," I lie, diverting my eyes away from his chocolate ones. 

"Don't lie to me," Liam presses. "I can tell when something is bothering you."

Damn it. These boys know me too well.

"I caught Alexa's boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend," I confess, a weight lifting off my shoulders. I don't like keeping things from my best mates.

"You need to tell her," Liam advises, using his fatherly tone.

"I know," I tell him. "But how? This secret would crush her. And I cannot stand to see her cry."

Just then, Niall bursts through the door. In one hand, he held a bag of potato chips. The other hand held a white Xbox controller.

"Alexa's here," he manages to say through a mouthful of chips. I look over at Liam, unsure of what to do next.

"Tell her," he says in a commanding tone. I nod, a curl falling over my forehead. Gently, I push it away.

Alexa walked into my room, looking nervous yet beautiful. I never thought it was possible for someone to hold so much beauty, but Alexa proved me wrong. This girl amazes me everyday.

Sensing the tension in the room, Niall and Liam quietly leave the room. Nervously, Alexa sits on the edge of my bed, where Liam once sat not too long ago. His voice echoes through my mind.

You need to tell her.

"I need to tell you something," we both say in unison. We giggle at the coincidence. Alexa's smile lights up the room, almost making me forget about what I so desperately needed to tell her.

"You go first," she says, smiling with her dimples on full display.

Almost.

"Well, there is no easy way to say this," I begin, nervously fidgeting. "But, um," I studder as I look into her warm brown eyes. She rests a gentle hand on my leg, her eyes pleading me to go on. I close my eyes and the words fall freely from my mouth.

"Justin is cheating on you!"

My eyes still shut, I wait for her meltdown; crying, sobbing, yelling, anything. When I don't hear anything, I open my eyes.

Alexa's face holds a surprised expression.

"How did you find out?" she asks, as if she knew the secret the whole time.

"Wait a second," I shake my head trying to comprehend this. "You knew?"

"Yeah, isn't it obvious?" she says, as if she expected the whole world to know. Now that I think of it, they really did make it obvious. At Chipotle, they both walking in together... with sex hair. That explains why Alexa had been so distant with Justin. But she still kissed me...

"Should we confront them?" I ask, unsure of our next move.

"No," Alexa says, using that same demanding tone Liam had used earlier. "We need to play along, y'know? Act as if we didn't see a thing."

"Yeah, I understand," I say, finally comprehending her master plan. Alexa is an evil genius. Another reason why I love her.

Yep, I love Alexa.

Alexa's POV

My plain is genius. I want Liz's guilt to eat her alive for stealing my boyfriend.

"But, in the meantime..." Harry says, leaning towards me. His eyes flicker down to my lips. His large hands are placed on either side of my face.

Our lips touch and a million emotions engulf me. Harry's hands roam over my body, admiring every curve. He asks for entrance and I gladly accept, allowing his tongue to explore to inside of my mouth. My hands push lightly on his chest, his body falling onto the bed with me on top. We switch positions, his large frame towering over me.

My hands tug at the hem of his shirt, eventually pulling it over his head breaking this kiss. Harry looked down at me; his pupils large with desire and his eyes dark with lust.

I've never seen him like this.

He reconnects our lips, bringing back that amazing feeling that I love so much. My manicured nails trace over his perfectly sculpted body. Our movements were stopped when someone cleared their throat.

We both look the the interruption, only to see the rest of the boys standing by the door. A blush creeps onto my face. With a groan, Harry flops down on the bed next to me.

"Did you guys have to interrupt us?" asks Harry, annoyed. His hair was a complete mess and his lips were swollen.

"Sorry, but we didn't need any accidents," Louis implies, sending a wink my way. Rolling my eyes, I get up from the bed.

"See you tomorrow, Harry," I say, walking past the boys and out of the house.

Harry's POV

As soon as Alexa left, a grin spread across my face.

"Someone's a happy guy," Zayn points out cheekily.

"I am," I say, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"You got the girl, Hazza," Louis beams proudly.

"I got the girl," I say quietly to myself, smirking. "Let's hope she stays."