Broken Youth

Chapter 13

~ Chapter Thirteen ~

••Megan••

I stumbled into the building, my legs numb and fingers stiff. It was fucking freezing outside. I caught a glimpse of shiny, black hair and grinned. Time to see Georgia. I made my way over, bag smacking my thighs as I walked. Just as G's body came into sight, the bell rang. What a joke.

"G! Georgia!" She turned around, her eyes darker than usual due to the extraordinary amount of make up she'd applied.

"Hey Meg. You feeling better now then, I take it?" She winked as I shoved her shoulder playfully.

"Shut up! And yes, I am, thank you." Georgia hushed me as we entered the dance studio, now occupying mirrors at the front and seats at the back. Thats what they meant by 'work' then... I looked down at my scuppered shoes (ready to take them off); I should have driven. Damn it. As I looked back up, my shoes now in my hands, I noticed the blonde haired boy from the party stood next to the guy I'd fucked. What the-

"Oh my god, it's Liam's friend. Lets go talk! You coming?" I shook my head, still in shock.

"Good choice, baby, he's not good for you." My body froze. I know that voice... The rasp in his tone
was unforgettable. "No need to be scared, sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt you." I gulped, daring to turn around, only to met by the Styles boy. The very, very attractive Styles boy, might I add. Infact, he was heavenly, angelic. Beautiful.

"It's you." I raised an eyebrow, my usual self back again. He chuckled heartily.

"I always did like them sarcastic." I rolled my eyes as he breathed out, his warm breath brushing my hair back over my shoulder. Damn. He was so fuckable right now, if we weren't in dance class, we'd already be on the floor.

"Oh baby, we can fuck if you want, the cleaners closet is opposite the studio." How the hell did he know what I was thinking?

"I'll pass, thanks." That took all the guts in the world to say.

"Suit yourself, babe." He walked off, his infamous smirk plastered to that godly face of his. Jerk. But damn he was a beautiful jerk. I breathed in and out, trying to compose myself as the boys (including the Styles kid) stalked off.

Georgia came over, grinning as wide as hell and winked at me before placing herself on stage. She has a main part in this play- her being such a good singer, dancer and actress. I always chose the hottest, smartest and most talented friends; it's stupid really. The logic behind my decisions was no-existent, probably why I don't see her for weeks and she still acts like nothing's wrong. I should be mad.

"And your grinning like a clown because?" She threw her head back, laughing as though I'd just said the funniest thing. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. Anyway, even though I fucked him, he's no longer single- and I don't mind 'cause our rule and all- plus, he's Liam's best friend. So it'd be weird if we had a 'thing' anyway." I just nodded, realising that none of the boys had left, only moved to the back of the studio, beside the stage. Oh how bloody fantastic! Georgia studied me as Jade walked in who waved at the boys, before taking a place almost directly beside me. I smiled, not sarcastic or anything (and neither was that!) which, to my surprise, she returned.

"She's in a good mood?" It came out rather like a question, causing G to shrug.

"I suppose. And I saw you with Harry." I raised my eyebrows.

"Who?"

"The 'Styles kid' in your garden, who you just spoke to; Harry." My jaw must have hit the ground because Georgia motioned picking it up. She giggled as everything slot into place. Georgia knows Harry. The day she came over, she almost said his name; but why and how would she know him?

"You knew- that day?" Her face went pale. Oh dear lord, help us. Georgia glanced over shoulder, before turning back to me and opening her mouth. No sound came out. I swivelled on the spot, quickly finding this so called Harry. His eyes were dark, full of confusion as he realised what I knew. He whispered to Liam, the blonde kid and Zayn (I think G mentioned it earlier)- the guy I fucked. No sooner, they all moved around the room and removed themselves from our class. Well at lest their gone.

I just stared at Georgia in disbelief. We were joined at the hip, nothing ever before had come between us; we're like peas in a pod. But this, this made me see a completely new light. For the first time in our history, she hadn't told me something, something that really, quite obviously mattered. She gulped. I shock my head, looking into the mirrors at the front of the studio. I tried to ignore Jade's soft eyes but every now and then I swiftly looked over at her. She smiled apologetically as I started to warm up.

"I-I'm really sorry, I didn't-"

"Oh just shut up will you?" I regretted the words as soon as they were let loose but I'd said them; nothing could change that. Georgia looked taken a back and moved away from me, taking a place beside a long, platinum blonde haired girl at the front. Fine, walk away; see if I give two shits.

{Authors Note}

Dedication: The gorgeous James Cordon. Because he makes me cry with happiness, I mean he's bloody fantastic. Oh and he's Harold's 'BFF' so...

Note: 1) Guys thank you so much for over 600 reads; it means so much. Honestly. I love seeing them tot up as I read and write and write and read. 2) The. Brits. Save me ok? I was in London, stuck that is, in a train station, all the while it was on. And earlier in the day, I drove past Harry and Niall in H's range rover. Fuck: I died. 3) Shit went down in this chapter... I was really nervous about typing this because my actual best friend is called Georgia and was having one hella piss at myself but then I remembered that Harry isn't actually a vampire. Yeah, it was a sad moment, in the car, waiting for the light to go red so I could drive away.

Love you all | Meg x