Sorry Sir (H.S)

Chapter 23

"Baby, it's me again. Please I'm begging you just pick up the phone. Or just answer me in some way, I need to know you're okay. Just- I- I'm sorry okay? I didn't -" I sigh pressing delete before moving on to the next voicemail on my phone. "Nikita for fucks sake please! Just pick up the fucking phone! Fuck, shit. I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to be rude. Fuck! Just please, answer me. Where are you? Why the fuck are you never home? It's been a week baby girl just call me or something please. I'm not gunna stop. I love you." I sigh again hearing the beeping tone signalling the end of the voicemails.

"You're going to have to talk to him sooner or later." Tasha states as she's lays on her stomach on her bed, flicking through the pages of a vogue magazine.

"He can wait." I say simply before getting up from her desk walking over to her bed to lay next to her.

After Louis had drunkenly told me about Harry paying Elenor to stay away from all the boys, I had ran out of the party. Ignoring the calls from Harry and how he ran after me. I even ignored him when he was banging on the cabs window. That was a week ago. Since then he's been calling and messaging me at least five times a day. He's constantly visiting my house but only being welcomed to an empty house with the exception of Mitch. See I knew he'd catch me at my house, so I decided to stay somewhere where he didn't know. Which lead me to Tasha's house.

She's been a great sport until yesterday when she had enough of Harry's phone calls and tried forcing me to message him. I'm not even sure what to say. I dont even know why I ran off. What's so bad about paying a girl off to stay away? I mean she must have done something beyond what Niall had told me.

"Why?" Tasha asks uninterested.

"I don't know! Stop questioning me!" I exclaim resting my head on her shoulder. "What's happening between you and Liam?" I ask her instead.

"Stop questioning me!" She mimics me throwing the magazine aside while flipping over onto her back. "I'm not sure. I mean we are a thing. But not an official thing if that makes sense?"

"No it doesn't." I reply bluntly.

"Urh! You're impossible! Just message him and have make up sex or something!" She exclaims getting up to walk over to her desk.

I sigh, "We've changed Tash." I look towards her seeing her raise her eyebrow questioningly. "We've swapped roles. You're now the bitch, and I'm the nice one."

She stays quiet. Inwardly thinking about it. "Oh yeah we have!" She says. "Why do boys always have such big impacts on us!" She groans throwing her arms in the air dramatically.

"I hate boys." I say quietly.

"Well technically your man didn't even do anything wrong to you." She replies sarcastically.

I groan about to reply however I'm cut off by my phone ringing. I swear if that's Harry again. However my eyes widen at seeing Gemma's name flash on my screen.

"Is it him again?" Tasha asks.

I ignore her, answering the call instead. "Hello?"

"Nikita!" She exclaims through the speaker, her usual cheery-self I had grown fond of put a smile on my face, causing Tasha to watch me with a questioning look.

"Gemma, how are you?" I reply sitting up.

"I'm good thank you. Hey so I was wondering, I'm in town right I was hoping to meet with you. We can have a little girly chat. I miss you." She laughs. I can hear crying in the distance meaning she was probably with Tommy. 

I glance at Tasha while thinking about it. Did Harry message her? Is this a little sibling trap? Gemma wouldn't stoop that low would she? Almost as if she knew what I was thinking she quickly speaks again noticing my hesitation. "Harry won't be with me. Don't worry. Mother told me about everything. He's still not talking to me." She says sounding hurt. "Please?"