Friendzone (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Valentine's Day

"Hey... So, there's a fair tonight for Valentines Day. Aren't you going to come?" Harry asked as he lay on my bed.
It's been almost two weeks since our birthday and that crazy night in the club, happened. And ever since then, Harry and I always hang out everyday even though he has always been burning into the eyes of my mother. But we never care about her though. She's not always home anyway.
"Well, I'm not going to do anything busy tonight so..." I shrugged my shoulder. "Okay. I'll just go."
He frowned for some unknown reason. "So... You'll have a date tonight?"
A look of confusion appeared on my face. "A date?"
He nodded. "Yeah... I'll bring Angel tonight."
Okay, that hurts. But wait! I have to bring a date tonight. Of course I do not want to look like an idiot so...
"Y-yeah... I'll have a date t-tonight."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Y-yeah." I gave him a smile, but my eyes set on the wall behind him, to avoid eye contact with him.
"Well, who's the lad?"
"Oh um..." think Heather! Think! Who can be my date for tonight? It couldn't be Zayn. I'm sure he's with Ashley. Of course I wouldn't go with Justin. I don't want to waste his time for rubbish things like this.  And then, his name popped in my head.
"His name is Brad!" My voice sounds unsure but thankfully, Harry believed it as he nods.
"You never tell me about him."
"Oh yeah. He's the lead singer of The Vamps. You know that popular Australian boy band in this town?"
"Oh! You mean Bradley Simpsons?"
I nod.
"Ah yeah. I know him. He's great. You must be lucky. When did you met him?" I can sense disappointment in his tone, but I chose to shrugged it off.
"When I was walking alone to get to school, he accompany me and he gave me his number."
He nodded and went quiet after that, just typing something into his phone and not caring about what's happening around, as if his world was depended in that little device in his hand. I just stared into the space and think about what I just got myself into.
How would I convince Bradley about this?
Is he ever going to agree with this?
Why him?
We never texted each other for the past few weeks, I only received group messages from him... I never even admit that I like him! What if there's something worse? What if Bradley had a girl friend? Oh my God! What if he had a date tonight? That would be extremely embarrassing!
"I gotta go." Harry's deep voice snap me out of my thought.
"Oh... Okay."
"Angel texted me. And I need to get ready for tonight. I'll see you later okay?"
I nodded and he kissed my cheek. I admit, that simple peck makes the butterflies appeared in my stomach. After that, he just walked out of my room, and as soon as he closed my door, I hurriedly get my phone and dialled Brad's number.
"Hey! I admit it hurts me to think that you forgot about me, the most beautiful human being that ever lived."
I huffed. "Well, hello to you too! Big head!"
"Oh baby, my head's really big. You can check it here, underneath my pants."
A look of confusion was written on my face. "What-" then I suddenly gets what he means. "Oh that was gross!"
He laughed as the blushed crept into my cheeks.
"Listen Brad... I know you're in town, is there any way we can meet?"
"When?"
"Right now. I really need your help. If you weren't busy."
"Okay. Meet me at the Hernandez Cafe."
"Oh thank God." I sigh in relief. "Thank you Brad."
"No problem, anything for you babe."
Then he hung up. Leaving me to prepare myself.

It only took me 15 minutes to walk on the way to cafe. And when I got there, I can see that he's already there, looking bored and waiting alone as he sits on one of the booth.
"Hey." I say once I approached him, and took a sit on the opposite side from him.
"Hi." He had a cheeky smile that very handsome if I'm being honest. "So what do you want to talk about?"
"Okay." I breathed. "So first, I wanna know if you had a girl friend?"
A smug grin appeared on his face. "Woah, if you're interested in me you can-" I cut him off, because I don't have a time for his cocky remarks.
"Look! I just need to know okay?" I can feel the heat on my cheeks.
"No I don't have. But if you wanted to be one, we can make a deal for that."
"Oh thank God." I sigh in relief. "I need you to help me tonight."
He smirked, and I already know what he's going to say, so I beat him.
"Not that way." I rolled my eyes. "I want you to pretend as my date for that damn Feb fair."
He leans back on his seat. "And why is that?"
"Because I don't want to look idiot in front of my friends, and I'm the only single in our group. So if you'll agree to this, it would really mean so much for me!" I pleaded. He went quiet for a minute with seriousness in his eyes, making me intimidated. At first I thought he's going to say no, but not until a smirk appeared on his face.
"Okay I'll go with you." A sigh of relief came out of my mouth. "Only in one condition."
I raised an eye brow.
"Are you a virgin?"
My eyes widen at his question. Is he really going to-
And then, he unexpectedly laughed.
"Oh look at your face." He says between his laughs, while I just keep the frown on my face.
"Okay." He breathed as he calm his self down. "I'm just asking okay? so don't kill me in your mind."
"You're an asshole." I remarked.
"And you are a virgin."
I just rolled my eyes. "So do we have a deal or not?" I gritted my teeth.
"Yeah. I'll just pick you up at 7. Wear some dresses not that same plain shirt you always wearing."
I look down, suddenly feeling insecure. "What's wrong with this?"
"Nothing. But you wouldn't get that curly lover boy jealous if you didn't wear sexy dresses, right?"
My eyes widen. What the hell?
"H-how did you-?"
"I just know babe." He winked. "I'll tell you tonight. But right now I just need to go... My band mates are waiting for me."
Then he stood up and walked away. Leaving me confuse with my thoughts.

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I tried to use English words from the UK because you know, the characters are English people. But I'm really sorry if i'm not good using it, because I'm not using that kind of language and I'm more to American-English, and I know my mother would never like it, if she read this story, because she used to work in a company from UK. So yeah, she call it a slang, and I'm a slang. But it's not my fault if the English that we're learning in school from our country is American-English and we're following American culture!