Can't Get Enough

10.

10.

Harry pulled up in my driveway at the exact time he said he would, which made me happy. I loved the fact that he was truly trying to change and it was partly on my behalf. So even though it was a Monday morning and we had school at the ungodly hour of 7:30, I had a little pep in my step on account of Harry and I being back together and even wore a navy dress and brown leather boots to celebrate.

I also added a little swish in my walk for funsies.

"Do you have a wedgie or something?"

I looked at his side profile, appalled by what he said as I closed the passenger door.

"No I don't, thanks taco." I said sarcastically. He smiled at my use of the old nickname.

"I was only askin cause you were walking like something was up your butt."

I silently cursed myself at thinking I could swish my hips.

if you have one, you wouldn't be any less beautiful to me. You look lovely, by the way. I love this color on you. So I'm sure it's a beautiful wedgie." He laughed to himself while I burst out in laughter. I quickly recovered myself, I sound like a dying whale gasping for breath when I laughed.

"It's cute." He chuckled, putting his hand on my knee. I pretended to look our the window, but I really enjoyed staring at his strong jawline, I couldn't help but peek at his chin. He caught me doing this and stroked his face.

"Do I have something on my face?" I didn't answer him, I only patted his hand.

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"And did I see you and Harry holding hands?" Michelle was interrogated me at lunch, demanding more details about Saturday. I gathered my hair to one side.

"Yeah, he has strong hands. I almost broke." I could feel her annoyed stare bare into my soul.

"Need I remind you of your frostbite when I picked you up that day?"

"People change." I shrugged. I could tell her was anger growing, and I didn't want to push her, but I was going to defend my boyfriend. I tried to focus on the next day's homework, but I was exhausted. Spending my mornings with coaxing Zayn and smoking, then covering it up for afternoons with Harry was very tiring. And I hated lying to him, but he was doing so well.

"I thought you had more sense than this." Michelle sighed and angrily picked at her lunch. Niall rubbed her back.

"She just has a lot of things going on." Niall commented.

"No, I don't! I'm fine!!" Michelle slammed her fists on the table, grabbed her things, and stormed out, blonde hair flowing out behind her. Niall sighed. I looked at him as if to say "what was that?" He looked at the door and back to me.

"Her parents have forbidden us from seeing each other." My eyes grew wide in horror.

"What, why?! You guys are perfect for each other!" Niall flushed.

"Yeah, we are, but then, her mom walked in...I mean she saw us..." He turned beet red. I felt a hand fly to my mouth in shock.

"Oh my god!"

"And then we both got really stressed, and me, being an Irishman, I like to have a pint or to so I had a bottle just to calm down, and she saw and blew up on me." He turned away, hiding emotion and guilt. He was such s sweetie, he cared for Michelle so much.

"I hate seeing my princess upset." He continued, eyes red. He rested his knuckles under his chin. And quite honestly, I didn't know what to say. Michelle was always the person I came to when I was upset, and the fact that she didn't trust me enough to confide in my really hurt me.

"Why didn't she tell me, Niall?" I asked quietly. He was silent. I knew he knew.

"Niall." My voice shook.

"You don't want to know."

"Niall she's my best friend."

"She thinks you're becoming one of them." Them? Who's them? I looked at him, confused, and he cocked his head in the direction of Harry's table. Perrie caught my eye and she waved. I returned a weak smile.

"Must be nice to enjoy a few when no one judges you. Invite me to their next party, okay?" The bell rang and he smiled as he departed.

"She thinks you're becoming one of them." The sentence stuck with me while I walked to my next class. Was I? And if I was, why? Harry was out of that lifestyle, I should be too. There were no benefits to what I was doing, and I was gonna end up making things worse for us. I decided then that it was time to stop associating myself with the preps. I needed to make Michelle trust me again, and stop lying to Harry.

Little did I know, It's not that easy to quit something you can't get enough of. And I found that out when I found a familiar denim-clad figure leaning On my car door after school.

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I walked right up to him, ready with an explanation id formed of why we couldn't be friends, when he leaned in and kissed me.

It was one of the best kisses of my life.

Ouch ): poor Harry. Leila is a mess, ain't she? Everyone is, actually. It's funny how a "happy drug" and "happy drink" makes everyone miserable. Don't worry, it'll all work itself out..right? Sorry I took so long to update! *shakes fist at AP classes* I'll try my best to update earlier tomorrow!! XO

P.s.-sorry its so short-expect a longer one! (: