You've Changed

Chapter 6

"Styles, here you are...wait this isn't you though." I quickly glanced between the photo of "Marcel Styles" my former best friend and Harry Styles.

"This doesn't make any sense at all." I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration.

"Y-you're the same person aren't you?" I questioned sounding angrier then I had intended.

"Surprise." Harry said, I didn't know what came over me but I threw the yearbook straight at Harry and ran out of the room.

There was no way.

My mind was drowning with questions and confusion. Was Harry lying about his whole identity? Does he have a twin named Marcel who was my best friend? What kind of wattage does my microwave have?

"Rylie! Just let me explain!" Harry said standing in the entrace way while I pulled my jacket and shoes on.

"What's there too explain? That you've been lying to me for all these years and then you think its okay to just sleep with me? Because what, you're famous now, you can do whatever the hell you want?!"

"No Rylie that's not true you know its not!"

"No Harry or Marcel, I don't know because as of today I don't know whats the truth!" I stammered fighting the urge not punch harry before proceeding out the door. I was almost completely out the door when he gabbed my wrist pulling me back inside.

"Just let me drive you then you never have to speak to me again, okay?" He said sounding a bit sad.

"No. I'm perfectly capable of walking!" I argued, he looked a little shock. Probably not used to get used to no as an answer.

"Fine, just go." He said rolling his eyes and opening the door for me. What a gentlemen... I quickly walked out the door and began to run back to my apartment, I was afraid if I walked too slow, I would find a reason to turn around.

I walked into my apartment a little startled to find Taylor waving her hand in my face,"I said YES!" She screamed.

"Wow, oh my gosh, I'm speechless. Where's the ring?" I asked clearing my throat and doing my best to sound happy for her.

"Oops, I was waving my right hand but oh my god Rylie it was so romantic. He got down on one knee and confessed his love for me then popped the question. It was so beautiful, Hey why are you just getting home?" She said excitedly quickly changing the subject,"Oh my gosh Rylie, did you sleep with someone?" I tried to hide the embarrassment in my face but Taylor knew me too well.

"Shit girl you did! Was he hot? How was he in bed? This is more exciting than my engagement, who would've thought that you would sleep with someone on Valentines Day?"

"It was fine." I stated blandly and kicked off my shoes and sat down on my couch which happened to be the most uncomfortable couch ever.

"Oh, is everything alright? You look a little..shaken up."

"No, I'm not alright I'm just fucking horrible. I need a drink." I said standing up and walking to the fridge to get a beer.

"Rylie. Its not even twelve yet, don't drink away your sorrows, at least wait till four." Taylor said with a giggle. I ignored her and opened up the fridge, there was no beer left.

"MY LIFE IS A LIE!" I yelled slamming the fridge shut before letting out an exaggerated sigh. Why do all the really sweet guys I meet ending being not so sweet? Do I just have the ability to not get a guy?

"Rylie get your sorry ass in here and tell me what happened!" Taylor yelled followed by a chuckle, how is this girl engaged?

"Fine."