My Four-Days Love Story - Harry Styles

18. When Life's A Bitch...Literally

Song for the chapter: Green Day - Platypus
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'Hey, sisters!' Shreya sang strutting towards us in her extra long heels, hips swaying exaggeratedly and I had to suppress an eye-roll when Harry and Liam left us to the bitch. Not without giving her weird glances, might I add. She was grinning broad, her white teeth on display, bordered with maroon lipstick. The skirt of her golden lehenga was lower than expected on her waist, her toned, flat stomach on full show, her top way too tight and I stopped myself from cringing. Might as well not wear anything at all.

'Hi Shreya' Alia dragged, clearly annoyed by her presence. I didn't even bother with greeting as she fluttered her long lashes—okay, that probably had been my imagination—like a bitchy drama queen.

'Been a long time, huh?' she grinned in that exaggerated fake way like she always does with a fake American accent rolling off her tongue in the stupidest way possible.

'Yeah...I'd have like it better if it was even longer' I offered a huge smile. She gave that bratty annoying laugh and I wanted to shove my shoe down her throat. Literally. I did glance down at them once.

'You're still funny' she shook her head, her newly curled hair flying around due to the extra whipping.

'You look great, by the way' Alia provided her with the compliment she had obviously come to fetch. I just scoffed and rolled my eyes whilst crossing my arms across my chest, not giving a damn about her.

'Thanks' she smiled 'Not to be rude but...you look like a super-cheap replica of a Barbie doll, Alia'

'You look like a cheap replica of the Walk Of Fame' I smiled. Meaning, I'd love to walk all over your face.

She laughed again 'Hey, check that guy out' she suddenly gasped.

'That's your uncle!' Alia shrieked, following her gaze.

'Is he?' she frowned 'Eh...nevermind'

'Plus, you have a boyfriend!'

'Had'

'What?'

'Yeah, we broke up' she shrugged nonchalantly.

'Whennnnn?!' Alia asked with her jaw touching the floor. Not because she cared but because Shreya would probably go for Liam next. Or Harry in my case.

'Three hours ago. Over text'

'Oh, good' she nodded 'Good for you' and a nervous laugh followed that. I had a big tantrum coming my way as soon as we would escape the slug. Well, the name actually came when we first saw her natural hair from a back view and Alia shrieked "EW! EW! SLUG ALERT!" and Shreya had looked down, asking "OMG! WHERE?!"

'Of course' she scoffed. And I thought guys could be the most egoistic among the two sexes. 'Speaking of boyfriends...' she turned to me 'What are you doing with the hottie?' I frowned 'Harry. Harry, I mean'

'You probably got that overly long nose from your mother' I snapped but the whore didn't even react 'None of your business' I added in the end.

'Of course it's my business. I've got to let my cousin know when she's not worth a guy or—'

'EXCUSE ME?!' I snapped, shooting daggers her way. She did a dramatic double take with wide eyes.

'Wha—' she broke off into laughter 'You really think you're worth Harry? Worth Harry?' my hands clenched into fists at my sides. Don't do it. My mind said as I experienced that one time I had narrowly missed punching her face and had got into a lot of trouble. I don't even know how else can a person even convey the message "I don't want you here" 'Caelia darling, you really think this...' she waved her finger around, motioning between my position and Harry's, which was on the other end of the hall 'This is something serious?' she asked as if it was the most amusing thing next to a Charlie Chaplin movie 'God, you're naive, aren't you? Grow up, Caelia. It's been what? Four days.? He won't even remember you after that. He's gonna go back, chat with his friends about the fling he had during a four-day wedding experience, grab a new chick, move onto the next and so it goes. You're just an object for passing his time. The moment he leaves India, you're nobody. He won't even see you again and you think this is serious?'