when we arrived at the small shopping district with vintage shops and shoe stores we all piled out and went to the first vintage shop we saw. ‘dani! put this on!’ i threw a see-through lace shirt at her and she slipped it on’ ‘i like’ we laughed and tried on almost half of the store. ‘i still think it's weird that paparazzi follow me around’ Elenore said as she walked around in some high heels. ‘i know, it's worth it though’ i said. ‘yeah, they're such great guys, i can't even imagine what i would be doing without them’ ‘well for you, you would be strutting on the runway’ danielle said. we laughed and continued trying on clothes.
the rest of the day was fun, we talked about the boys and our lives. we went to about 10 different stores and bought something from each one. at around 8 i dropped my two new friends back off at their houses and i went back to Harry’s house with new clothes piled in the back seat.
i let myself in the front door and didn't see anyone, ‘hello?’ i said somewhat quietly. i looked around the downstairs and didn't see any signs of the 5 messy boys, except for the shoes and coats that we're leading upstairs. with my bags in my hand i went up to Harry’s room, i pressed my ear lightly against the door and heard a girl’s voice. i opened the door violently and saw Harry under the sheets with a girl. ‘Miller!?’ ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?’ i dropped my bags and walked over to see them frozen on top of each other. i forcefully picked up my small duffel bag of clothes, and picked up my new bags of clothes and stormed out of the room. ‘Miller wait!’ he stumbled out of his doorway, i absentmindedly started to cry. ‘harry, don't call me you fucking bastard’ i opened the door and slammed it behind me. i threw my bags in the passenger seat of the car and sat there for a moment. i pulled myself together and started the ignition.
it took me 3 hour instead of the 5 it would have taken if i was going the regular speed limit. when i got home i left my bags in the car and unlocked my front door as quickly as possibly, ‘Miller is that you?’ ‘yes’ ’i’m in my room’ i went upstairs to where our rooms were. ‘honey what’s wrong?’ she saw my puffy eyes and sat up straight in her bed. ‘harry cheated on me’
‘aw come here’ she held out her arms and i curled up next to her and cried myself to sleep.
i wish i was one of those people who didn't have as many emotions as i did. i spent the next few days in bed, just laying there staring at the ceiling. my mom brought in my clothes from my car and i took a good hard stare at them. i lifted my legs up and off my bed, i took a seat next to bags of clothes. i took all of the new clothes out and hung them up, then i took the clothes that were in my duffle and dumped them out in a pile. i blasted New Found Glory as i laid them all out, i didn't notice when i was picking up my clothes that i grabbed a few shirts of harry’s. i had 1 one of his boxers and 3 shirts of his, i don't take things like this lightly, so i thought i'd just make a great gesture of it.
From: Miller
To: Kat
Come over to my house, Now!!! And bring pictures of One Direction and you Ex-Boyfriends
From: Kat
To: Miller
Alright! see you in 5
when kat got to my house, i opened the door and she was holding a bag full of pictures and magazines. ‘lets do this!’ she knew what was happening. we went into the fire pit in my backyard, i had a big fire started. i pulled out one of Harry's shirts, ‘this is for cheating on me you bastard’ Kat took pictures and put them on twitter as i burned his shirts and pictures of him. ‘ok your turn’ kat handed me the camera and we burned pictures of her and her ex-boyfriend Brandon. ‘this feels good’ ‘hells yeah it does, FUCK YOU HARRY STYLES!’ i screamed. ‘Miller?’ i saw Gemmas head pop up from behind the fence, ‘oh, hey Gem’ ‘um, what are you doing?’ ‘burning pictures of your brother?’ ‘cool, i heard he cheated on you, that was a douchebag move’ we laughed ‘do you wanna come over and burn stuff with us?’ ‘yes!’
the three of us spent the rest of the night talking about the shitty things boys have done to us over the years. it made me feel much better to know that we all had heart ache, ‘when is the next time harry will be back?’ i asked Gemma ‘i think like next week, for a day’ ‘we should plan something’ Kat said. we all gave each other a look, and nodded.
around a week later Kat, Gemma and i had devised a perfect plan,
From: Gemma
To: Miller
i have the Balloons and the Ketchup, do you have the pickel juice?
From: Miller
To: Gemma
yeah are you in place? and is Kat with you?’
From: Gemma
To: Miller
yeah we, his car is just pulling up!
i was so excited, harry was about to get everything he had coming for him. he started to get out of his car, and walk up to the house, gemma and Kat were on top of the house ready to drop Balloons full of ketchup and mustard, and i had a bucket full of Pickle juice. it was time ‘HARRY!’ i yelled he turned around and i drenched him with Pickle juice, then Gemma and Kat threw the 4 water balloons filled with ketchup and mustard over his head. i stepped out from behind the bush where i was hiding, ‘oh Harry?’ he wiped the condiments off his eyes. ‘WHAT THE HELL MILLER!’ ‘i just thought you needed a reminder of how vile you are’ ‘yeah fuck you harry!’ Kat screamed from window of Gemmas room. i started to walk away, revenge tastes sweet when it's coated in ketchup.
