Into The Night

Eight

I closed the door behind me. With my back against it, I slowly slid down until I'm finally seated on the ground. And then I sighed dramatically.

"It's official," I mumbled.

"Harry! Where the hell have you been?" Niall asked. It's probably around seven p.m., but I actually couldn't care about the time. "What's official?"

I smiled, "I officially have a crush on the Snow Queen." I stood up and walk towards my bed.

Niall rolled his eyes, "I'll give it a week."

"I can last more than that," I said. "God! How can you stand not having a crush on her?"

"Harry, having a crush is a choice. Forgive me for seeing her as a sister and not something else," He mumbled. I saw him, writing down from one notebook to another. . . ugh, homework.

"Does she have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"No," He answered plainly, not looking at me. "Oh, wait. . ."

My eyes widened. Should have seen that.

"N-No, I think, not," Niall continued and I sighed, not exactly in relief since I haven't considered that option. When I got here, I knew I don't want to have any ties with anybody, I'm not permanent here. Everything here will eventually be left behind, that's it.

"Alright," I mumbled, I took out my phone and logged into my Facebook. "What's her Facebook name?" I asked.

"None," Niall said. "Her parents don't let her have any."

"Liar," I muttered so quickly. I know it when people are lying. Besides, how was I supposed to believe that a rich girl like her doesn't have Facebook?! Even if her parents doesn't allow her, she's a teenager, she would be curious of such a thing and would make one against all odds.

And then Niall looked at me. "Look, she'll kill me if she found out I told you."

"Now, you're scared of her?" I asked. "Just tell me."

"She uses her friend's. Cara's," He answered.

"Who's Cara?" I asked.

"Her best friend from America."

I typed in the name Cara, but of course I needed a surname. "Alright, what's her last name?"

"Delevingne," He replied.

I blinked a few times, "Come again?"

"Delevingne."

"How is that spelled?" I asked.

"Dele-- V-I-N-G-N-E."

I typed that and then looked at the profile picture first. Supposing that the girl with cinnamon-coloured hair is Cara, Taylor is behind her. I suppose, this is about a year or so ago.

"Wow," I mumbled. "Taylor looks so cute in curly hair."

"If she hears that, then I pray for your soul," Niall said.

My eyebrows met, "Neil, the way you talk about her makes her sound like a very scary person. As far as I'm concerned, I've only seen a princess who would probably apologise to grass if she accidentally steps on it."

He laughed, "That might be true, but please, for any reason, do not mess with that girl."

I scoffed, "I said I have a crush on her, that never meant I want to be in a relationship with her. . . also, why would I want to mess with her? In what way could I do that?" I asked.

"Alright, good point," He said. "Anyways, where were you?"

"Pet shop," I replied and I wasn't lying at all.