Like a Fairytale [njh]

Chapter Twenty Four

IZZY'S POV

The next morning, Niall and I were sat at the table with Allison and Harry while Zayn, Lou, and Liam were out getting breakfast. Matt was still sleeping, unsurprisingly.

"Tell me. Now," I demanded.

Allison sighed.

"There's nothing to tell. We're dating. We had sex. It happens."

"You've been dating for four days."

Harry and Niall were both just listening. I held Niall's hand while Allison sat in Harry's lap.

She rolled her eyes. "So? Strangers literally have sex with each other. Ever heard of a one-night stand? Prostitute?"

I made a strangled noise. She did have a point. A very immoral point, but still a point.

"Why did you guys even start dating? You had barely started talking three days before," I pointed out.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Iz. Cinderella married a man she had only danced with. Can you quit?"

"This isn't a shitbitch Disney movie, Allison!"

Niall cleared his throat. I had half of my body on the table. Realizing my error, I fumbled to sit back down correctly in my seat.

"It's my life. My decisions," she said, slowly and quietly. "As much as your approval means to me, it's not a deciding factor."

Allison walked out from the kitchenette into some other area of the bus. I stood up and smoothed out my clothes.

"Do you want to t-" Niall began.

I held a hand up to silence him. "I just want to be alone right now."

He nodded. I went over to the small room and grabbed my shoes, thanking God Allison and Harry weren't in there.

I slipped my shoes on and headed to the door. Niall was still sitting in the booth where I had left him.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Out," I said simply.

He sighed and nodded. "I'll be here if you need me."

I opened the door and he added, "Are you coming to the concert later?"

I shrugged, "It's not like it's the last one," and walked out.

ALLISON'S POV

I felt bad about how mad I had made Izzy. She just didn't understand.

Fame and popularity were high on my list of priorities. Also, I had a pretty sweet deal: I date Harry for fame and the sake of his reputation, and, in return, I got to make out and have sex with him.

It was a win-win.

"You don't care about upsetting Izzy?" Harry asked between the kisses he trailed down my neck.

He was a really sweet boy. Just a bit of a sex addict.

"I do, Augustus. I do," I said, quoting my and Izzy's favorite book.

"Um. The name is Harry, babe," he said, confused.

I giggled. "I know, I know. I was just quoting this book Izzy and I really like."

Harry leaned back on the couch we were sitting on. "What book?"

"The Fault in Our Stars," I said happily. "Wanna read it? I brought it along."

He smiled. "I do like reading."

So I proceeded to give Harry the book, and he read while I played with his curls.