Lovin' Styles

Frozen Yogurt and Fuzzy Socks - Chapter 40

Niall's POV:

"Greg!" I yelled.

I shoved the magazine under his nose.

"What. The. Hell. Is. This." I said slowly.

Greg's face went pale. "I-I didn't know there were paparazzi there." Greg stuttered.

I slammed the magazine down on the bedside table. "Did you not think paparazzi would be there?" I fumed.

"Niall-"

"Don't Niall me!" I screamed. I could feel my face heating up.

"Well, we can't fool Riley now, huh?" Greg asked.

"Well, we might just have to come for an excuse for Perrie. This will just be a minor bump in the road." I said, calm now.

"See you later, then? I'll call you after phase one is put into action."

I nodded and Greg scurried away.

This had better work.

Riley's POV:

Harry hasn't returned for a while now, like an hour or two.

I called Perrie about fourty-five minutes ago.

The doorbell rang.

"That must be her," I muttered and groaned as I pushed myself up from the couch.

I opened the door to see Perrie grinning and holding a bag.

She let herself in, planting herself in front of the TV, starting to unpack the bag.

I chuckled.

Two pints of Ben and Jerry's FroYo, packages for hot chocolate and a pair of fuzzy socks.

"Come sit," Perrie said while patting the couch.

I sat down, letting out a deep sigh.

"So this is what heartbreak feels like, huh?" I mumbled, digging into the pint of frozen yogurt with a spoon.

"Yea, it sucks. When Zayn and I broke up, I was like this for a month," Perrie responded.

I shuttered. 

I didn't know if I could do this.

"But, thankfully, we're back together," Perrie said cheerily.

I brushed my hair off my face.

"So, what did Harry do?" She asked me.

"I don't even know. Well, he sort of accused me of cutting again."

"Why would he do that?" Perrie's eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"He kinda found a knife with blood on it. In a bag I bought," I said sheepishly.

Perrie took in a sharp breath.

"I never thought you two were right for each other," Perrie added as she dug her spoon into the tub.

"Yea," I said sadly.

"Ri? Ya even know what I saw him doing?"

I sat straight up in my seat, angling my body towards her.

"I saw him kiss another girl - in public. At Amaya's." She said. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"What else did he do?" I breathed.

"Well, I saw his phone lying around at Zayn's flat one day. And it had a text from a 'Kate Cannon'. Kate asked Harry if he was free again and if he-"

"I don't want to hear anymore," I sobbed into Perrie's chest.

"You know who I always thought would be good for you?" Perrie whispered.

"Who?" I looked up at her face.

"Niall."

I sighed again.

"Will you go see him? For me?" Perrie asked, looking at me with her big blue eyes. 

"Okay," I said and she cheered.

"Let's watch the movie now," I distracted her.

"Yay!"

I smiled weakly.

"But first," She ripped off the tags and handed me a pair of socks. "Fuzzy socks."