Butterflies and Jailbirds (ON HOLD)

III: One Tall Order; and ...Like Harry, I Suppose

HARRYS POV

"Well, we're here," I mumbled, sucking in a breath. The five of us were standing outside what Zayn had told us was Faith's house. And he'd also mentioned that her brother and her Mom would most likely have us hung from trees if we were caught with Faith. I don't understand why this whole money situation is so important to them. Faith didn't seem to care, so why did her family and friends?

"All right; let's get this over-with," Lou muttered.

"Tomlinson," Zayn growled; for at least the second time in two days. Louis' the one getting all Zayn's wrath lately, but he seems to be dealing with it quite well.

"Y-yes; Zayn?" Louis stuttered.

"Drop the attitude, for one. Two; her family will kill us if they get the chance; we're not walking up to her door. Three; we need to seem like we enjoy her company if we want this plan to work. And that goes for all of you; got it?" Zayn snapped.

Nodding, and gulping back unsaid words, the rest of us backed up so Zayn could get Faith to come out of the house.

"Okay; she'll be out in a minute. I know it's a difficult thing to ask of you; but try and look happy to see her, all right?" he said after a minute of tapping away on his phone, letting out a bored and frustrated sigh. "Niall; say something Faith will find funny, or at least something you think she'll find funny. Lou; say something ridiculous about... carrots. Liam; smile at her when she comes out." Zayn paused to light a cigarette, and I took that as an opportunity to speak up.

"Uhh; Zayn? What should I do?"

His eyes shot up to meet mine, and they were lit with a fire. Let me tell you one thing; is that when Zayn's eyes are lit, you don't want to be the one to cross him.

"Oh, I don't know. Look at her coldly, speak to her icily, and seem altogether uninterested. That's what you should do; Styles," he spat.

So that really means I should speak nicely, look like I really want to be her friend, and seem fascinated by the entirely sleep inducing overly preppy things she has to say. That is one tall order.

"Here she comes, guys. Remember what I told you," Zayn suddenly barked, and all eyes turned to the front door of the house.

Faith stepped out, wearing a blue dress that fell to her knees. Her shoulder-length curly blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she carried a simple black purse.

"Whoa," Liam breathed, and I could tell he was holding back a wolf-whistle. I, myself; who had a lot less to lose than Liam, didn't bother holding mine in.

"Hey; Faith," I grinned. "You look good."

She giggled and smiled back. "Thanks; Harry. You look... like Harry, I suppose. Same boots, same jacket, most likely the same jeans."

Her comments on my clothing caused me to subconsciously check myself. I was in a pair of worn out combat boots, old; ripped dark acid wash jeans and had my leather jacket hanging open over a torn blue plaid shirt. She was right; these were the same jeans I had worn the day before, and my everyday outfit consisted of the same jacket and boots as I was wearing now. That girl had a keen eye for clothes. Still, Faith managed to say it with a smile on her face; which led me to believe that she really didn't care what I wore as long as I was nice to her. But being nice was still going to be quite the task. Even if her bright blue eyes could light up a room.

"Faith; did you know that the world's largest carrot is twenty four pounds?" Louis blurted.

Faith looked a little surprised at his comment, but nonetheless let out a giggle. "No, no I didn't," she smiled. "That's one heck of a big carrot."