What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter 5: Shawn (More Than This)

Sorry this took so long. I can't use my computer to type, so I'm using my iPod. My dad thinks the freakin' computer has a "Trojan Horse" virus. My brother keeps blaming my sister, and it's quite humorous. Quite. I'm a fancy-pants. :D

This chapter happens kinda quickly, I know. I just wanted to get it over with.

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Skylar's POV:

My mind is having a war with itself on how I feel right now: guilty or victorious.

I didn't necessarily make Harry mad, I made him more frustrated. So frustrated, in fact, that he stormed up to the bedroom when I told him. He won't come down or even talk to me.

Right now, it's time for me to meet Shawn and go get tea. "I'm leaving, Harry! I'll see you in a bit!"

I only get a grunt in response, but I'm happy with it. It's the most I've gotten out of him. I grab my coat and walk out the door. I walk a few blocks down to where Shawn and I met last night. He was waiting for me on a bench. "Hi," I greet.

Shawn looks up and smiles cheerfully. "Hey. Ready to go?" He asks, standing up from he bench.

"Yep. Let's go," I say. We set off down the sidewalk and Shawn slips his hand into mine. I jump slightly, but calm down when I realize what he did. Wow, he's really... forward. Shawn looks over at me and gives a proud smile, as if to say "Yeah, I just did that".

We get to the small café and sit in a booth. We order some tea. Shawn rests his arm on the table and says, "So. Tell me about yourself, Skylar."

"What do you want to know?" I ask.

"Well, how about you start with where you're from? Are you from here or somewhere else?" Shawn asks.

"I'm from Italy. Venice to be exact."

"Why did you move here?" Shawn asks. When I remain silent, he presses, "Did your dad get a job here...?" I stay silent, just wanting to tell him to shut up. "Did you move because of family...?" God, shut up. Seriously. Shawn clears his throat awkwardly. "Right. Why don't you just tell me a little more about yourself?"

"Alright, let's see..." I say. "I like to sing, play the piano, play he violin, play the cello, play the clarinet, play the bass, play the flute, play the guitar, play the bass guitar--"

"Alright, I get it," Shawn laughs. "You like to play a lot of instruments."

I blush slightly. "Okay. I live in a big house with Harry Styles--"

"Harry Styles? From One Direction?" Shawn interrupts... again. "My sister LOVES that band!"

"Awesome," I say. "Why don't you tell me about you?"

"Sure. I'm from London. Was born and raised here," Shawn explains. "I like to play sports, especially rugby. In my free time, I like to either read or hang out with friends. My friends are Chantarelle, Diana, Violet, Loretta, Aimee--"

"Just curious, how many of your friends are girls?" I ask. "Just curious," I add again.

"All but one, Michael."

"And... How many girlfriends have you had?" I ask.

"At least 20? 25? This year!" Shawn says.

"It's January..." I say, eyes wide.

"Really?" Shawn asks. "It feels like August."

"So, you're a ladies' man?" I ask warily. My mother always warned me about these kind of boys.