The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Seven - Ring Ring

Chapter Seven - Ring Ring

     It has been two weeks since Harry Styles and I have been proclaimed an official couple. It was really weird to to think of it, the fact that I actually had a boyfriend. The word sounded so foreign to me. I was still giddy whenever I thought about him or the fact we were together. I was used to being alone or crushed on by very weird guys. In fact, I hadn't had a boyfriend since junior year of high school. It blew my mind whenever I thought about it. Harry Styles from One Direction was my boyfriend!

      it was a typical warm summer day in Long Beach. I was sitting in a lawn chair with Andy, tanning in the warm sun. There were little kids running and screaming around the beach, their parents eyes glued to them as they chit-chatted away. Some young neighborhood teens were playing beach volleyball, laughing happily. The boys, sadly, were not in Long Beach anymore. They had left for New York to do a concert for a week. It had only been three days and I was already missing their company like crazy. I sighed tiredly, checking my phone. Zero texts from anyone. I was so popular.

      "I slept with Cadence last night," Andy suddenly blurted out all casual like it was no big deal, taking a swig of his water. I turned towards him, my jaw dropping, almost hitting the ground. 

      "What? And you didn't tell me this?!" I yelled, slapping his arm repeatedly. He choked on the water, wiping the spit off of his lower lip, facing me. 

      "What the hell do you expect, Char? What, was I supposed to call you while we were going at it? 'Oh, hey Char! Guess what I'm doing? GETTIN' SOME PUSSY!'" Andy cheered, making a little thrusting movement. It reminded me of Louis' crazy hip thrusts, making me sad all over again. I did my best to hide it by giggling. 

       "Oh, shut up!" I muttered, turning back towards the ocean. "So....how was it? Fill me in!" I pressed like we were fifteen year old girls talking about our first dates. 

      "Fine, I guess. I mean, I've had better..." Andy said, shrugging. I shot him a sharp glance but he didn't seem to notice as he wiped his Aviators off with his towel, attempting to clean them. 

      "You did not just say that," He looked at me, putting the glasses back on his stupid face.

      "Say what?" he questioned like nothing was wrong. He then turned back around, noticing a pair of girls strutting by. He gave them a cocky smile and a wave as they passed us, giggling as their ovaries exploded from Andy's handsome face and perfectly sculpted body.

      "Keep it truckin', whores." I called after them. They both shot me a dirty glance, muttering amongst themselves and quickly walking away. Andy chuckled nervously until they were gone, his face then turning angry as he faced me. 

      "The hell's wrong with you?!" he demanded. I sat up straighter, a surprised look planted on my face. 

      "Me? What the hell is wrong with me? You're the one judging your girlfriend based on how she is in bed and not to mention checking out other skanks RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME." I spat at him. Andy was a very cocky type of guy, and honestly, he had every right to be. He was Greek and could speak three different languages, making him instantly hot. He played soccer, water-polo, and he surfed, so his body was that of a Greek god. He had a lot of charm, he could cook, he was a great listener, and he was very popular. All in all, Andy was an incredibly sexy male. He had lost his virginity when he was sixteen and being as hot as he was, he had been around the block a couple of times and had his fair share of ladies. So, he always took it in his hands to judge a girl based on what she was like in bed. Cadence, was different, though, Andy was in love with her. Yet, to have him judge her like she was just another girl hurt me, and would have hurt her if she ever found out.