Insecurities

Chapter Five

Harrys POV:

     I watched in amazement as Bailey commanded the conversation, I barely got a word in edge wise when it came to the past. She was so guarded when it came to that topic, she had this new found confidence that had me memorized. 

"Listen, can we meet up later to talk about." How am I going to word this in a socially excitable way?

"well, erm you know." I had a complete loss of words. I could tell she was looking at me but I had become suddenly interested in the lip of my coffee cup.

"I have no time to talk about your petty games from the past." My eyes snapped up at her words, what happened to my sweet little Bay? You're the reason she's like this you dick. My conscious decided to pipe in, she was wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"I saw your music video, good luck with the whole singing thing." She sounded almost genuine when she spoke the words.

"Wait, do you have anywhere you need to be tonight. If you're a fan then you could come meet the band." I was pretty desperate at this moment. I felt like I was grasping at smoke in the air, either with a jar collecting it or with my bare hand. What I'm using is in her hands though so I'm between a rock and a hard place.

"I'm not a fan, don't get being polite and fangirling confused." I physically flinched at her words, apparently she didn't just grow into her ears she also acquired a sharp tongue.

"It's an open invitation, you have my number. if you change your mind just ring me or something." my eyes still trained on her as she scooped up her jacket looking for her opportunity to run out the door.

"Whatever you say Harold." she said with her back already turned to me, it seems like I'm swatting at the smoke with an open hand. Why was I so sure that she would accept it so willingly?

Baileys POV:

     I barely made it to the exit by the time the first tear escaped, I caught a glimpse of the cute Batista behind the counter and I saw the sympathetic look she was giving me. She probably thought I was some hormonal girl that had acquired a crush on Mr. Harry and got shut down. If only you knew poor girl what this young man with dimples is capable of you wouldn't be giving him love sick looks from your work station. Checking my watch to see if my girls were out of class I wiped the tear the escaped, weak girls cry. Bailey Rowlend doesn't cry.       

     Leaning against the wall outside of Mollie and Sammys class I watched as girls gushed over guys and visa versa, relationships seemed to be a bore. There are expectations when you're in a committed relationship, both guys and girls seems to have a certain primal need to mark their territory but that only makes it seem as if both parties are a chunk of meat. That's not something that I'm going to step into knowing before hand. Mel came bouncing towards me in her maroon dress, brown oxfords and her tight ringlets sliding to lean against the wall beside me.

"So I found out about this really hot band today." She said sweetly, I know now that me and the girls are in for an earful tonight.

"What are they called?" I questioned setting myself up for the obsessing.

"One Direction" She chirped, instantly my hands went to my forehead rubbing soothing circles on my temple.

"You have got to be kidding me." I mumbled to myself.

"Are you alright babe?" Mel asked leaning her head onto my shoulder.

"Yeah, just a long day." I lie easily.

     For the rest of the evening Mel went off on a tangent talking about the band One Direction as if she's known them for years. She seemed to be a really big fan of them, I didn't have the heart to tell her that the Harry she's gushing over is my Harry. The same one that she said would do God awful things to if she ever meet him. I can't step on the poor girls crush on one of them named Zayn, because knowing Mel anyone connected to Harry has to be just as bad.

"Mel, if you were able to meet One Direction would you shut up? " I didn't mean to snap at the poor girl but if I had to hear one more time how Harrys dimples make her ajshsjddofj or about his curls I'm going to pull my hair out. A horrible ear bursting squeal came from my pint size friend.

"Yes, I swear I will never mention those two words together ever again." We'll see how long that lasts as I catch Mollie rolling her eyes.

Harrys POV:

     I heard my phone ringing from the kitchen counter and I made a mad dash to see a text from the only person I wanted to hear from.

"My friends and I are free Saturday after 2." Short and sweet.

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