One Direction To His Heart

Love You Goodbye

"Well, that was pretty suggestive," I winked to make his cheeks turn even redder.

He looked away as he said, "We should probably find your friend. She might be worried,".

"Oh..Yeah..", I remembered that these few moments couldn't last forever.

Ask for my phone number.

Harry put an arm around my waist, as my heart tingled, and guided me out of the auditorium and finally spotted the silver audi parked straight ahead of us.

"Nice rack," he remarked.

What?!

"Um, excuse me?", I raised an eyebrow.

He pointed to the bike rack Hailes and I had decorated a few months before my Dad died. My eyes got a bit cloudy as all of the memories passed by in my mind, trying to shove them out of my head.

"You okay?", he asked.

I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I said quickly brushing it off.

"Emily! Finally! What were you and Mr. Styles doing in there for such a long time?", Hailey startled me, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Discussing how an earring poked his heal and how he started bleeding," I rolled my eyes. "I know, so scandalous,".

"Very," an Irish voice said, coming from inside our car.

"Uh, Hailey, who's that?", I inquired.

"No one," she slurred.

I went over and found Niall in the front seat.

What the hell?

"I think the real question here is, how did THE Niall Horan get in your car?", I blurted out.

"I k-kind of l-let him i-in," she stuttered.

"And what were you guys doing?", I interrogated her like a Parent finding their child come home at three a.m. in the morning.

"Nothing," she looked down as her ear started twitching.

That's how I know when Hailey lies. It doesn't happen very often because, let's just say that if she lied to me, all hell would break lose, but the last time she lied to me, it was when she ate my last brownie that I had been saving for seven hours.

So, all in all, she's pretty honest.

Except for when it comes to food.

But, it's pretty obvious any of us would lie for a brownie, so I can't exactly blame her.

Anyway, back to finding out what was happening between Hailey and Niall.

"Are you sure?", I looked her straight in the eyes.

"Y-yes,".

"Well then," I dusted off my hands. "That's that. We'll be on our way then. Bye for now!", I beamed at the two, waiting for Niall to get out of my seat.

"I'll see you.. some time,", I heard Harry's solemn voice.

❦

I sat down, and a plastic wrapper immediately caught my attention. I picked up the strange plastic with caution and read the label.

Condoms.

Really, Hailey? Really? In the car?

Hailey's breath hitched as soon as she had noticed I had found the wrappers.

"Hailes, just drive home so we can both shower,". She nodded and drove quickly to my house. My Mom was currently on a  business trip, so Hailey kind of "moved in" for a while. She said it was because she wanted to spend more time with me, but I knew it was because she wanted freedom to go out and meet someone new, since her boyfriend of three years had recently broken up with her. It's fine though; as long as she didn't open any more of those plastic wrappers on the kitchen counter, we were cool.

She pulled in to the driveway and I practically fell out of the car, desperate to clean myself up.

I could hear her laughing in the background, but everything's funny until you're the one caught up in the actual situation. I didn't even want to imagine what they did in there. 

Shuddering at the thought of it, I opened up the door of my shower and slipped inside. The warm water welcomed me, enveloping my body.

Fuck.

I just remembered that I had no idea in getting in contact with Harry. How are we ever supposed to talk again?

I mean, I could direct message him on Instagram. But what are the odds of him actually opening my message? He must get at least at least a hundred from other people each day.

I guess I won't be able to see him again. I'll admit, it was pretty foolish of me actually thinking that he had any interest in me whatsoever, but hey, a girl can dream.

I walked out of the shower, quickly wrapping a towel around my cold body.

I sighed, blowing my wet hair out of my face. 

Bye bye, Mr. Styles.