Insecure

He's gonna save my life like superman

Hide away - Daya

Sara's POV-

"Spill bitch." Emily demands as I walk into the foyer.

"There is nothing to spill Em."

"Bullcheese! The Sara I know does not take rides on the back on motorcycles with hot tattooed men. The Sara I know does not let just anyone kiss her like that so who was it?" She insists.

"Harry." I answer cautiously.

"OH EM GEE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING." She screeches as she drags me though her apartment and into her room.

"Emily, I need you to not freak out. I'm going to tell you something  that is surprising and possibly upsetting but I'm happy ok?" I explain and she cocks her head.

"What is it?"

"Ok so Harry and Mr. Styles-"

"Are they friends? OMG ARE THEY BROTHERS?" She squeals.

"They are the same person Emily. Harry is Mr. Styles, Mr. Styles is Harry." I tell her and her eyes grow wide. "I can't lie to you Em, you're the only one who truly cares about me." I add looking down.

"I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT." She shouts as she jumps on the bed. "So are you guys together? Did you bang? How big is his-"

"EM!" I shout. "We are not together, we did not bang and from what I could tell from the bulge in his boxers it's not little." I confess blushing. "How would this even work? I mean he's my counselor."

"That's up to you babe but the really amazing thing is, it is nobody's Goddamn business." She says seriously. "Plus he could be easily disguised, Mr. Styles wears his hair down with a long sleeved shirt with Harry wears his hair up with a hat and tee shirt." She explains.

"We will worry about it if it happens." I say shrugging.

"OH EM GEE, you still have a date with Nathan tomorrow!" She exclaims.

"Maybe I should cancel it... SHIT, I left my phone at Harry's house and I don't know his number." I sigh as I fall back on the bed.

"You need to go take a shower while I wash these clothes girl, you smell like a lake." She says crinkling her nose.

You have no clue Em.

**

Harry's POV-

"What do you mean it's over? Is this a joke Harry?" Lottie shrills.

"You knew this was coming, don't be delusional. Now you can stay in Ibiza as long as you want." I tell her as I put the phone on speaker and change out of my gross sweaty clothes.

"I thought you were going to propose!" She sobs.

"What the fuck put that idiotic thought in your head Charlotte? I saw all the hints being dropped, that doesn't mean I'm going to do it."

"But I love you Harry." She whispers and I can picture her big ice blue eyes as she cries.

"I don't love you, you deserve a man who does and that's not me. Don't fight me on this, I haven't been happy for a while." I explain.

"We can work on it baby! I know we can."

"Really Charlotte? You can magically change back into who you used to be? That's the thing, you look pretty good down here, but you ain't really good. I'm done." I say before hanging up.

Well that's over.

**

Sara's POV-

"So I heard that Nathan's brother has a shit load of tattoos and gorgeous eyes, I'm going to find him and take him for a ride tomorrow." Emily gushes sitting on the toilet as I take a shower. This is totally not weird for us, we do this shit all the time. "Did you tell Harry you won't be able to work out with him tomorrow?"

"No and now I feel bad. I think I like him Emily." I confess as I turn off the water and wring my hair out.

"Nothing is official and it would be rude to ice Nathan for his birthday part, if you aren't feeling it or feeling Harry more just friendzone him babe." She says as she hands me a towel.

"You're right Em." I say sighing before slipping on Harry's sweatshirt that falls just a few inches above my knees. "You still have my extra uniform here right?"

"Duh! You can just borrow one of my shirts though, I don't want to see you regress at all." She says softly and I nod.

"I just hate that I won't be able to cover my scars on my thighs." I mutter.

"You're still doing that?" She asks concerned.

"Not anymore, Michael is never touching me again." I assure her and she smiles.

"Good, now lets get some rest babe."

**

The next morning Emily woke me up early because she wanted to do my hair in a way so it was up but when I take it down it will be in loose curls.

"I look like a ballerina." I tell her as she arranges the hair on top of my head.

"You're far too short for that babe." She retorts. "Oh I found some panties my mom bought me but I never wear, they should fit you. I left them in the bathroom along with your uniform and sports bra."

"Ugh today is going to be uncomfortable as fuck." I groan.

"You'll need to borrow some shoes too cause I don't think you would get away with those pink nikes." She teases.

"I hate you."

"You love me." She winks. "Ok all done, don't mess it up bitch." I chuckle as I walk into the bathroom and change.

"No I most definitely hate you Emily. ITS A FUCKING THONG." I screech as she laughs maniacally.

"It's either that, wear your gross ones from yesterday or freeball babe." She says winking.

"Ugh, whatever." I say stomping off into her closet and looking through her shoes. She's obsessed with heels for some ungodly reason so I settled on a pair of high heeled Mary Janes.

"Ohhhh you look like a sexy little schoolgirl, just need some knee highs and pig tails." She coos.

"I'm going to hit you baby one more time if you don't shut the fuck up Em." I snap as she giggles.

"Come on, we'll drive through Starbucks on the way to school." She suggests and I nod.

After driving through Starbucks we chawed down some breakfast sandwiches and coffee then headed to school. I felt everyone staring at my bare legs and started to go into panic mode.

"Sara Andrews please report to the office."