Head Over Heels (One Direction Fic)

Chapter 7

Seriously. What the fuck was going on? I started this day of dread by refusing to get out of my bed, forcing my mom to pull me out by my feet and now I was standing in a long white dress surrounded by my brother, my ex, and an international pop star. My life couldn’t get any weirder.

Harry stuck his hand out to Trevor, “I’m Harry.”

Trevor took Harry’s hand slowly shaking it looking back over at me, “Hopefully I’ll see you later Anna.” He sent a wink in my direction before turning and walking off right to Annabelle might I add.

Harry turned his attention back to me, “Anna, if you had just told me that you were getting married I never would have asked you out. Are group weddings a typical happening in the states?” He grinned at me.

I looked down at my white dress. He was right. I looked like I was in some cult that was about to either have a group wedding, that or it was a shotgun wedding fifty times over. “Sarcasm is not your best look, Styles. You should leave it to the pros. You never responded to my comment about you being creep by the way. You stalked me all the way across the country?”

Harry reached into his coat pocket and produced a small piece of paper, handing it to me. I glanced down. It was the invitation that I’d so coyly placed in his jacket pocket the night before. “Funny story, they were taking our suits to get dry-cleaned yesterday, and told us to be sure to check the pockets. Can’t have anything identifying us anywhere on it. I checked the pockets, and whadya know. So what were you saying about being a creep?”

“So you found the invitation, that doesn’t mean you had to come,” I mumbled trying to cover my tracks.

“Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly now would it?” He smirked, “Plus we have a concert not too far from here in a couple of days, and thought the mountains might be a nice sight. Turns out I was right.”

“You’re not here alone? Where are the rest of the boys?” I asked glancing around praying that there wasn’t another ambush.

“Apparently this invitation really does only admit one. I’m assuming they’re in their rooms,” he shrugged.

“Wow, they followed you across the country for a booty call?” I raised my eyebrows.

“So this IS a booty call,” he smirked. “Cause I did hear a couple talking about their room and all the…things they were going to do after the dance.”

I cracked a curious grin, “Who?! Show me.”

“Well that guy who was just over here, and…” he scanned the room quickly, “That girl,” he said pointing at Annabelle. My smile faded, and my heart dropped. I shouldn’t have asked.

“Of course,” I scoffed.

He looked at me confused, “Not who you were expecting?”

I shook my head, “Unfortunately it’s exactly who I was expecting. That guy?  The one that you introduced yourself to, the cocky winking guy? He’s my ex. Trevor. And that girl he’s standing with? Annabelle, my ‘best friend,’” I emphasized the air quotes.

“And they’re going to…” he did a little hip thrust, “after this?”

I shrugged trying to remain uninterested, “Guess so. Doesn’t surprise me. He fucked everyone else who would let him into their pants when we were together. Why change now?”

“So is that like how you properly thank someone for being your escort? Cause if it is then I am so glad that I made the trip here.”

“Why? You’re not an escort.”