Hey guys:) Chapter three is here! Harrys party!!!! Important chapter... Btw. SO read:)
I hope you all like it, it will be longer than the last chapter... Hopefully. Oh and I know there hardly any reads, but Fake Love is progressing faster than any of my other stories. I mean, there's only two chapters... But whatever. I would like it if you guys would maybe comment or vote more?
Chapter Three- Party
Arias POV
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Okay, beautiful? He's called me that before, but seriously it bothered me today. I don't know why I'm now thinking of it, after school. It's been on my mind the whole day. The way he cringed after he said it, his dark eyes following me when I left him standing there. I've gotta say, if he was trying to freak be out... it well, it worked.
When I was talking to him in music, it was odd, and there was tension between us for no reason what so ever. I have to work with him, do a project with him -meaning we'll have to go to each other's houses-, and I have school with him. How lucky am I?
My phone buzzes. Harry.
Harry: Bring a nice, no hot dress to the bakery. We're going to a party.
Me: Um, I'm not going to any party. I object
Harry: Uh, yes you are. Wear lots of make up, curl your hair, and wear those like tan colored heels. If you don't have any? steal them from your mum.
Me: You're beginning to sound like a bossy best friend. And if I'm going to this party, who's party is it?
Harry: Mine, for my birthday. And YOU ARE GOING. Now get ready, but don't put on the dress or heels yet. I'll pick you up, text me where you live.
Me: Um.. Okay? And you have a car? Why do you walk to school then?
Harry: Stop asking questions. It's annoying. Address please?
Me: 330 Mockingbird Road...
Harry: Good, now get ready! Bring one of those things you carry stuff in.
Me: A purse..
Harry: Yeah, whatever.
I roll my eyes and set my phone down, heading to my bathroom. So, I need to look hot. I grab eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. I'm glad Mica taught me how to do this, I mean she completely transformed me because of a guy. One guy, not multiple just one. One guy that will get over whatever he wants with me once we make out, and that will lead to what he really wants but that won't happen. Not with Harry, I couldn't let that happen... could I? I grab my dress and mums heels. If she was home she would kill me. I also grab some extra clothes, I probably won't be coming home. I grab my phone, and make sure to leave a note on the counter saying that I will be at Micas tonight. I hear a honk, and run out the door. There Harry is, in his red Range Rover.
He standing by the door on the passenger side. "Hi Harry." I say.
"You look descent."
"I haven't even put my dress and shoes on yet..."
"You're welcome." He says sarcastically.
"Mhm." He opens the door and I climb in. There's no music on, just silence.
"Don't touch anything." I blink.
"Okay...?"
The ride to the bakery was quiet, we hardly talked. The only things we said were if I was being annoying..? How? I wasn't saying anything...
"We have to work for a bit, but in like an hour some people will fill our shifts. Only because it's my birthday."
"Mkay." I think for a second. "Harry, why am I going to your birthday party? I'm not cool in any way.."
