- Lesbehonest. h.e.s -

-2. Banana Boy-

"Oh shit. Is that Henry?" I asked turning back to Nat, only to find her already looking at me with a "bitch tf" type look on her face.

"Are you fucking kidding me? THATS MY MOTHERFUCKING DADDY, BITCH." she cheered, running in Harry's direction, her hands flailing in the air, me following her not wanting to get lost in the big crowd. Why are there so many people here anyway?

  It's Tuesday.

CLUB GOING UP, ON A TUESDAY.

  El-oh-el.

"Oh my god. Daddy? Is that you?" She ran up to him, with big, excited eyes.

Where is this bitch's chill.

"Wait, I don't have a kid....or doooo I?" A drunk, uneasy Harry turned around, his now short hair, different than most of the posters in Nat's room, flopping over his forehead. How cute.

"Oh my god! Your hair! Your precious curls!" She screeched, running her hands through his hair, making him retract his head giving her a look.

"Hands off, boo. I don't just wake up like this, alright?" he sasses, squatting her hand away, before a lazy grin spread over his face.

"I'm kidding. I do. But feel it. I'm using this new shampoo and I honestly don't know how I feel about it because it's one of those two in ones and-" He stopped before turning to me, his eyes widening at my presence.

"Oh my god. You're friend is really fucking cute. I just wanna pinch her cheeks. She's like a chubby baby." He gawked at me, with a big smile on his face.

"Gee, thanks Henry." I said sending him a small smile. "And Zack, right?" I turned to his friend, with the nice cheekbones, knowing damn well he was Zayn.

"It's Zen." He muttered with a blank expression, before pointing to the drunk one. "And that's Harry."

"I know!" Nat yelled over the loud music making me turning around to see her hugging him hella tight, while he just stared at me. What the fuck. Do I have something on my face or some shit?

"Woah, woah. You can't just go around killin' celebs, buddy." I laughed, removing Harry from her hold, making Harry, what I think was purposely, stumble back and bump into the egde of a table, as our fronts were pressed against eachother, my arms around his torso.

"Ouch. My bum" He whined, rubbing his ass, as I backed away, feeling kind of uncomfortable being so close to a complete stranger.

"We needa leave" I whisper-yelled to Nat making her whole body tense.

"Bitch. I'm meeting my idols in a club, and you wanna leave? Fuck no. We ain't going no where, home slice." She whisper-yelled back, before intertwining our fingers and dragging me over to Zayn.

"Wait, why are you guys together? Don't you guys got beef with eachother?" She said as Zayn shook his head slowly, followed by a low chuckle.

"No. People just talk way too damn much." He replied throwing his arm over Harry's shoulder as Harry looked down at our intertwined hands and back at me.

"Y'all swing that way?" Harry asked.

"Well, she does but I'm s-" Nat began but was cut off by me covering her mouth with my free hand, going behind her and putting my arms around her waist.