Pink

8

Pink's POV:

I left Simon's office in a hurry. He had told me I had a day off and I didn't want to run into 'the monster'.

I scurried out of the building, sliding on my green army jacket.

"Pink!" I kept my head down and walked faster to my car. "Pink!" I heard footsteps behind me. I ignored the calls and took out my keys. "Pink, where are ya going?" It was Harry. He stood there with a smirk and a beanie covering his head of curls.

"Away from you." I muttered. He faked hurt, and leaned closer to me.

"So, Simon just told me we're officially together now. And I can't wait to get my hands on you." He licked his lips and stuck his hands in his pockets. "You a virgin?" I gasped and jumped inside the car, slamming the door.

"You perv."

"I'll take that as a yes," he muttered. "See ya later, girlfriend."

I huffed and drove away. I drove to the nearest Starbucks (for the second time this morning - I have a bad obsession), grabbing my wallet, notebook, and computer. I walked into the small cafe, breathing in the strong scent of coffee. I went straight to a table and set my stuff down.

"Hello, welcome to Starbucks. What can I get you?" The woman behind the counter asked.

"A cotton candy frappucino and a morning bun, please." I handed her my money and grabbed my food. My phone started to ring.

Setting my food down, I answered the call. "Hello?"

"Pink! I'm in New York, where are you?" 

"Eme! I'm in Starbucks on fifth avenue. Meet me." I hung up the phone and opened up my notebook.

Eme and I had met when we were in middle school and been best friends ever since. She was a fashion genius and I was a makeup guru in the making.

Eme burst through the doors minutes later, her cheeks rosy from the cold outside. Her red hair was in loose waves and she grinning wildly as she hugged me tightly.

"So, what's the problem?" Her green eyes were wide as she plopped down on chair.

"Why must there be a problem?"

"C'mon. Spill." She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger.

"Okay. I need help, Em. I think I like Niall, but Simon's making me date Harry."

"Wait a minute. Like, Niall Horan? And Harry freaking Styles?"

"Yeah. Harry freaking Styles. The little bastard."

Eme gasped and looked at me. "Why aren't you happy that you're dating Harry?"

"He's a bitch."

"But he's a hot bitch." I rolled my eyes. "Why'd you sign the contract if you hate him so much?"

"I want to help support Mom and Lux. Plus, if I want to go and move to Los Angeles, I need to make some money."

"How long are you under the contract for?"

"Four months. And I have to move in with him." I groaned.

"Then rarely go to the apartment. Only see him when you guys go on publicity dates." Eme shrugged easily.

"What if that doesn't work?"

"Have Niall go everywhere with you."

I sighed and hugged Eme quickly before grabbing my cup. "Thanks Em. See ya later?" She nodded and saluted to me with two fingers and I giggled.

"Wish me luck."