You're Still The One ~ Larry/Zouis

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

~2 weeks later~

I walked into school with Zayn on my arm and his hand resting on my hip. I slowly scanned the hallway and my eyes landed on Harry, but he wasn't alone. He had Chelsea standing next to him and they were walking a little too close. A pang of jealousy rushed through me and I couldn't understand why. I was over Harry, wasn't I? Yeah I was but it still annoyed me seeing him with that bitch. I thought he was gay anyway.

"Are you looking at Harry?" Zayn asked with a smile.

I swallowed nervously.

"Um... well... I was just... um-"

"It's okay Lou, I'm not mad," he said.

"You're not?"

"Nah, I get if you're not over him," Zayn said and his smile fell.

"Oh no Zayn, I am. I just don't like seeing him with her," I explained.

"I get it, especially after what she did to you."

"She's a bitch," I grumbled.

He laughed a little and patted my arm.

"Let's just get you to class," Zayn said and pulled me along.

He walked me to my chemistry class and stopped me in front of the door.

"I'll see you later," he said and pecked me on the lips.

I smiled at his back as he walked away. He greeted Liam at the end of the hall and they walked on together. The door opened to class and I glided in the room and to my seat in the back of class. Right after I dropped my backpack on the ground Harry and his bitch walked into the classroom together with their hands intertwined and I tried hard not to scoff even though I failed miserably. Harry turned around and gave me a glare. I sunk into myself and slid down the chair while he sat right in front of me with Chelsea.

"Oh god," I whispered to myself, hoping no one heard.

Thankfully no one turned around and I sighed in relief. The whole class went by in a blur of holding hands, quick pecks, and one really suggestive rub of the thigh on Chelsea's part. I groaned and tried to bury my head in a book but it didn't work. They were a little too loud to miss. As soon as the bell rang I darted out of class and straight to my locker. Zayn had class on the other side of school so I knew he wouldn't be able to walk me to second period. I quickly got my books and began to walk to my second class before a bitchy voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Hey fairy," Chelsea spat from behind me.

I slowly turned around and met her smirking face.

"What's your problem with me anyway?" I questioned.

"What're you talking about Lou?" she asked in fake innocence.

"You know what I'm talking about. You go after my boyfriend not even a week after I break up with him only to get back at me and make my life miserable. Harry's gay anyway."

She smiled and started picking at her nails, smugly.

"Apparently not," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Stop being such a bitch," I said viciously.

All she did was give a humorous laugh.

"If you want me to stop dating him, drop out of the election," she said.

I gawked at her and she gave me a look to speak.

"You're only using him to get votes and get me to quit," I accused.

"So... exactly what you did," she said and that got me to shut up.

I looked at the ground and sighed guiltily.

"See you round Lou," she said and started walking down the hallway.

When she was about halfway down the hall I called after her.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

She slowly turned around and eyed me skeptically.

"Sweetheart, it's nothing personal, it's just business," she said and with that, she was gone.

My eyes pricked with tears, probably from the pregnancy hormones, and I started walking out of school, despite the fact that the day wasn't even halfway over. On my long walk home I took time to think about my last few weeks at school. My new election campaign was actually going well. People actually feel sorry for me and I'm up in the mock election polls.

There's exactly fifteen days until the real election and hopefully I can maintain the popularity I have going. After all, I am dating a player on the football team still, just a different one. I'm due in just over four months and silently freaking out every day. At least Zayn was supportive about the whole thing. He really is a sweetheart. I'm still really pissed at Chelsea and I can't stand that she gets someone as good as Harry.

I realized then that the only way to keep her away from him is to win the election, and that's exactly what I plan to do.

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ONLY 3 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT!!!!

This was a very short story. I'm sorry.

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