Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

- HELLO READERS. I THOUGHT ABOUT STARTING THE MORNING WITH AN UPDATE. I HAD WRITTEN THIS LAST NIGHT BUT IT WASN'T COMPLETE. SO, HERE IT IS NOW. 

SUGGESTIONS FOR ADELE'S CHARACTER ARE MORE THAN WELCOME SINCE SHE PLAYS REBECCA'S BEST FRIEND IN MY STORY. SO...GO AHEAD AND TELL ME WHO YOU WANT IT TO BE. 

THANK YOU FOR THE VOTES AND COMMENTS AND THOSE FEEDBACKS.  

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, ENJOY! x

I walk back inside and straight to the kitchen, who has the time to waste when it comes to Harry? He and I, we can never be friends. We're so bloody different and I don't want him anywhere near me. He's trouble, and such a pain. I don't get his mood swings and that stupid look he has over his face all the time. God only knows what he has in his mind. I don't mind being the fun girl around, irritating people and letting them get back at me.  

"Rebecca?", all my thoughts were put to hold when Louis called out for me.  

I turned to see his face and I grinned at him, "Yeah, hi." 

"Where did you go? Did he leave?" 

I nod and smile at him, "He did, like hours ago." 

"So, where were you?", I jump to another voice and see Adele looking at me with her furrowed brows. 

It was like a criminal movie scene. They all gathered around me to interrogate me. I sighed, "Okay, relax. He didn't take his money back, so I had to go after him." 

I was good at excuses; I've been doing that since ages. My Mom is the protective and hyper kind of mother, so I just know how to deal with it.  

Adele looks like she bought it and I proud smile to myself. I pat on Louis's shoulder, "Could you look around for a while for me? I really need to call my mother back; I don't want her to freak out." 

Louis shrugs and grins at me, "Sure thing." 

I literally run back to the kitchen running into Jackson, I bit my tongue when I see him glaring at me. I faked a smile, "Walk carefully, Jackass." 

He rolled his eyes at me, "I really wish I had something very hot in my hands right now." 

"Oh, but then again, the tray might have slipped towards you.", I grin and he laughs with me.  

I make my way back to the kitchen, grabbing my phone out. It wasn't Adam who called, obviously. It was my Mom. I had to get back to her because she has a vivid imagination, she might assume I've been hit by a bus and I was dead, or someone broke into my house and killed me. I have no idea what she assumed this time, 

"Hi Mom.", I say excitedly so she would get over the fact that I didn't pick her call. 

"Rebecca! You should never do that to me, I thought you lost your way home and were kidnapped." 

Oh wow. Is this what she assumed this time? My mother is hilarious.  

I shake my head even though she wasn't able to see me through the phone, "I'm alright. I'm working, Mom." 

"Oh, you're at work?", she asks me like she doesn't know. 

I slip down on the floor, leaning towards the wall, "Yes Mom, I'm at work." 

"Why are you talking over the phone then?" 

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, okay. Bye." 

I hang up on her and take my head into my hands, it was throbbing. I had no idea why.