"Then, he flipped on me." I explain to Carmen on the phone. She is not arriving back from visiting her boyfriend until sunday, so we've been talking for the past hour on the phone. "I really don't get him." I say, thinking about Harry one minute being kind, and the next minute being so... mediocre about it.
"Honestly, dump him." She says flatly. "He's trouble, and I don't think you should be getting with him anymore." She says, and I can hear her chewing through the other end. I cringe at the sound, and ignore it.
"You wanted me and Harry to hookup so bad, what changed your mind all of a sudden? Why are you and Louis being so weird and not talking?" I ask, all the questions in my head are flooding out. She sighs through the phone and gives me the best explination she has.
"I just changed my mind. And Louis is an asshole. We will leave it at that, okay?" She says, and I don't press further.
"Alright, you didn't hookup with him did you? You have a boyfriend..." I say, and she cuts me off right away.
"No. We didn't hookup, I didn't do anything with him. Just fucking drop it!" She says, and I suddenly feel guilty for asking her. Something is sketcky, and I want to find out.
"Alright i'm sorry." I exclaim. "Also, something happened Thursday that I think you should know about." I say, and she hums to let me know she's listening. "While I was walking to class that creepy junkie guy pulled me aside and like, smashed me into the wall. He told me that Harry owed him money, and if he didn't give it to him he would hurt me. How fucked up is that?!"
"What the fuck?!" She basically yells through the phone. "Stay the hell away from Harry, I mean it. If I was back on campus I would choke Harry for letting that happen..." she says, and I cut her off.
"I know, but he apoligized and said everything was going to be sorted out. He didn't mean for it to happen and he promised that he wasn't going to let Zayn near me again." I defend Harry, and Carmen gets even more annoyed.
"Stop defending him, Baby. You are going to get hurt in the end, trust me." She says, and with that I stop to think about this conversation. She is right, and I suppose I should really not get too involved with a guy who's already gotten me hurt psysically and emotionally.
"You're right, I won't continue to see him." I say, trying to not only convince her, but myself. "It was really stupid of me anyways." I say, and Carmen's voice lightens up.
"I'm glad. If he texts you or calls, just say you're not interested anymore. It's simple as that." She adds in, and while a part of me wants to follow her commands, another part of me is pulling me towards Harry.
"But anyways, tell me! How is the boyfriend?!" I say, changing subjects. She immidiately begins rambling on about him, and what they've done over the past few days. Most of it included sex, but he showed her around his campus and stuff too, so that sounded nice.
We say goodbyes, and I hang up the phone. Before I can put it down, I recieve a text from Harry. I roll my eyes, and open it.
"Party tonight. You are coming." He says, and I roll my eyes once again at his stupid idea of me going to the party after he was an asshole. I quickly type up a text and send it back.
"No thanks, I have better things to do." I say, and within seconds I have a reply.
"Louis will be there at 8:30. x" As I read that, I let out a groan of defeat. I am constantly losing my battle with him, and now that Carmen and I are associated with them, I will be forced to be around Harry all the time now.
I roll off my bed onto my floor and sit there for a good twenty minutes. I really am not feeling this party, considering Carmen isn't going to be there, but it shouldn't be too bad. I text Carmen letting her know my plans for tonight, seeing if she will have any possible advice.
*I am going to the frat house tonight for another party... wish me luck lol* I type, and within seconds my iMessage is telling me that she is typing a reply.
*Whatever, but i'm just telling you now Harry isn't good for you. If you get hurt thats your problem, so don't come crying to me or anybody when you get hurt.*
I feel my chest tighten at her text. I don't understand what she has heard or even seen to change her mind about us so quickly. She is most likely jealous, I mean, boyfriend or not, he is still one of the sexiest men on this campus and I wouldn't be half surprised if she noticed that as well as myself.
I throw on a pair of leggings and a tight white tshirt that compliments my upper body. If I am going to stop talking to Harry, i'm going to show him what he's missing. I let my hair cascade down to my shoulders. I then smear a light pink lipstick along my lips, and finish with a smokey eye makeup. I then decide to change my vans to a pair of my black heels, making myself taller.
I walk outside, and Louis is leaning on his jeep smoking a cigarette. He inhales the smoke, lightly flicking the ashes onto the concrete.
"Ba- Holy shit." He says, staring me up and down. I give him a smirk, and he try's to form a proper sentence. "Harry's going to love this." He says, and excitedly starts the car.
"He doesn't know what's coming." I say, and with that we speed down the oh so familiar road to the frat house.
