Serendipity [Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 11

-Harry POV-

The day was finally here. I had my plan of action set and I was ready to give Camilla a taste of her own medicine. I felt some guilt for this but I needed her to know how much it hurts to see someone you like so much, rub it in your face with someone else.

I drifted away from my usual style and tried to add some color, just to be in spirit for this stupid frat party. I paired my black denim jeans with a neon blue button up with the top three buttons undone, revealing my tattoos of swallows. This usually drew in many ladies; they loved the comfortable Harry look. My scuffed boots seemed to not fit the “frat” stereotype so I settled on my white high top converse. I’d never been to one of these parties so I was almost kind of excited too. Seeing typical frat parties played out in movies and TV shows built up a lot of hype for them, so hopefully my expectations are met. They need to be met, or else my plan will fail.

Even though my plan was to make Camilla jealous, and chances are she wouldn’t even talk to me, I was anxious to see what she was wearing. I failed to sneak a peak of her outfit when she dropped in on the street. Since I told her I’d just meet her there, she informed me she’d be wearing a neon blue leotard with a black skater skirt. That was enough to get me drooling with the mental images I created in my mind.

“Interesting choice of color you got there, mate. Where you headed off to?” Louis questioned as he joined me in my bedroom and sat on my bed. I rolled my eyes at him as I ran my fingers through my hair to get it to the perfect quiff.

“Just out to some frat party Camilla invited me to. Should be fun.” I dryly responded. I didn’t want to let him know how excited I was or else he’d want to join. Not that I wouldn’t want his company, just not tonight.

“Cool. I’m going out with Eleanor tonight. We’re going to see some new scary movie and I’m already ready to wee myself. Say, what’s going on with you and Camilla anyway? You seem to turn into such a girl when you were with her the other night.”

“Shut up, Lou. I like her all right? I don’t think she feels the same though; she was with Zayn the other night hanging at her apartment. Everything is just confusing right now.” I sighed as I turned around and leaned against the wall to finally look at him.

He seemed to be in deep thought as he took in this new information. I scuffed my shoes together as I waited for his response. He’s always good with advice so I waited patiently for once.

“Hmm, that’s odd. He was talking with Perrie on the phone for hours just last night. He usually tells me when he’s going out with someone new. If anything mate, don’t worry about it. They’re probably just friends and you took it the wrong way. See how tonight plays out, then decide what to do about everything. Have fun! It is a party after all.” Good point. I already had my mind made up though and hopefully it will just make her want me more, if she does.

“For sure. Anyway, I’m heading out in a few minutes. I’ll see you later, Lou.”

“Oh Harry? Your butt looks amazing, by the way.” Sometimes I get the odd feeling that Louis would drop Eleanor for me in a heartbeat if I ever gave him the proposition.

“Thanks cutie.” I winked back in response as I shook my head. I could always count on him to lighten my mood.

-Camilla POV-

Tonight was the night. I was going to take charge and tell Harry I wanted to try out some sort of relationship. Hopefully with the help of a few shots, I’d work up the nerve.

My original outfit of choice being a neon blue leotard with a red skater skirt was scrapped. Who in their right mind would be attracted to a girl who looked like Superwoman? Luckily I had a black skirt to pair with it instead. I opted for some nude pumps and curled my hair lazily at the ends just to give it some volume. I drew some cat eyeliner, a coat of mascara, small swipe of blush, and finally some natural lipstick to complete my look. Simple make up always works best for me rather than drawing all over my face.