My Four-Days Love Story - Harry Styles

9. Those Goddamn Hints

Song for the chapter: Avril Lavigne – Falling Fast
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After talking to the lady at the desk we went over to the room she directed us. Stripping out of my jeans, I got into one of those pink silk gowns. 'I still am jealous of your perfect ass' Alura sighed and I squealed.

'Stop staring at my ass!' she just laughed, tying the belt around her waist. Cleo got into one after a long struggle which actually did not make sense. Walking out and into the manicure-pedicure section of the salon, my jaw dropped the moment I looked straight at the person talking and laughing with the busy manicurist girl. Jesus Christ. Beside me, Cleo, Alura and Vesper had stopped in their tracks as well. A couple seconds ticked by and none of us were noticed yet. Well, at least not until I gave an ungodly yell of 'HARRY?!'

His eyes went wide as he turned to look at me in slow motion 'AAAH! CAELIA?!' he cried and the girl jumped 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!'

'I should be asking you the same thing you liar!' I cried 'And let me guess "some minor stuff, nothing big" means getting manicures?!' Vesper shrieked and rubbed her ear, Cleo losing her shit and literally rolling on the floor with laughter 'Oh my God!'

'I thought you wouldn't be here!'

'Oh? And why exactly?'

'Because it's a salon!'

'Which is the exact reason why I am here, you idiot!'

'I thought you girls can do everything by yourselves!'

'What—'

'Oh my God! I feel so betrayed!' he slapped his other hand to his forehead.

'Do the boys know?' I asked with a smirk.

'No...' and suddenly there was a flash going off 'What the hell?!'

'Now they do' Cleo shook her phone. Nice.

'It's not like I am doing anything girly! Just mani-pedis and...some hair trimming and facial and pluck my eyebrows—'

'Oh my God!'

'Not all the way like you all! Just a little...very little'

'Whatevs?' it came out more like a question 'The only thing you left out is waxing' I sighed.

'That's noticeable and girly'

'Maybe...' Cleo started 'You should wax your arsecheeks. What?! No one's gonna notice and it can fulfil your gay interests!' she explained when he gave her a look 'Or maybe...'

'I'm not gay!' he protested.

'Oh yes, you are, Harold. Larry is fucking real'

'I'm not—'

'Straight'

'No! I'm—'

'Gayyyy'

'What the hell, Cleo?!'

'You're gay' I held up a hand, stopping her.

'I'm sure that's not it' I said with a fake amused expression 'My boy just likes to feel pretty'

'Cee...' Harry groaned. Vesper suddenly stepped in front of my face.

'Did you just say "my boy"?'

'Oh my gosh, you did!' Alura yelled and my eyes went wide. Oh no, I'm not gonna bother looking. I know Harru's wearing that ridiculous smirk.

'Nope' I scoffed 'I said "the boy"'

'No you didn't! Ask Cleo!'

'I think she did say "the boy"' Cleo nodded. Dumb, dumb Cleo. Alura argued a little bit but eventually they gave up as the manicurists came in and we took our seats. One side glance at Harry and I saw him smirking. Yes, I was right.