Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 7

∞ Chapter 7 ∞

"I don't know," Lily says with a sigh.

"I personally think you should just keep Jamie and be happy with him. Relationships are all about keeping each other close," Demi says, holding her cup of coffee in her hand.

"I mean, I know nothing about relationships or shit but I think Jamie is an all right guy. You two are adorable together. And you should be happy that I actually used the word adorable," I say and Lily laughs.

"I guess, I'm just worried. What if someone finds out?" Lily asks frightfully. "The last thing I would want is for Jamie to get hurt." After getting off of the phone with Jamie, Lily is doubting their relationship. She is afraid that Jamie might get hurt if anyone finds out.

"Then Demi and I will kick their ass. We will be there for you and Jamie if either one of you does get hurt," I say, putting an assuring hand on her shoulder.

"Just enjoy the moments you have with Jamie, don't worry, Lily," Demi says, smiling softly at her. Lily grins at us, giving both of us a hug.

"Thanks, guys. You should be honored, Jade. We don't tell just anyone about this secret," Lily says, pointing her finger at me. I roll my eyes at her.

"So, Jade. How big is Styles' house?" Demi asks curiously.

"Huge. It's not even a house, it's a mansion. That man is so goddamn rich," I say, shaking my head in still disbelief.

"Does Demi have a little crush on Styles?" Lily teases, Demi scoffing.

"No way. I mean he is pretty sexy but I like blondes better," Demi says, shrugging her shoulders. Like Sir Niall, Demi?

"True, and Styles is Jade's anyways," Lily teases me this time. I nudge her shoulder with mine.

"Shit, bimbo at twelve o' clock," Demi mutters under her breath. I turn around to see a brunette in a very tight and short navy blue dress with very 'high heels'.

"Jade?" she asks in an annoyingly high pitch voice.

"Yeah?" I ask, raising a brow at her. She purses her red lips together.

"Master Styles would like to see you," she says, rolling her blue eyes at me. If I punch her in the face, they may hopefully roll all the way to the back of her head...

"Uh, okay," I say. Demi gives me a reassuring smile while Lily mouths 'good luck' to me. I nod at them, following —as Demi called her —the bimbo. Her annoying heels clank against the floor and I want to take them off of her feet and shove them up her ass.

She leads me to a wooden door and knocks on the door. A loud, booming voice yells 'come in'. The bimbo opens the door.

"Jade, Master," the bimbo says in a whisper, avoiding eye contact with him. The room seems to be a meeting room, a large round table with three men sitting on one side. The Curly Haired Bitch is sitting on the opposite side, looking at me up and down.

"So this is the girl?" one of the men asks in a gruff voice. The Curly Haired Bitch nods curtly.

"Yes, Brent," he says, sounding awfully too formal.

"So how will she get us more money?" another man asks. More money?

"I will get to that. It's all in the folder," the Curly Haired Bitch replies. The third man is staring at me, making me feel quite uncomfortable.

"Can I borrow her for a night, huh?" he asks with a smirk, causing the other two men to laugh. I roll my eyes.

"No, she's my girlfriend," the Curly Haired Bitch says bluntly. My eyes widen, not caring if the other three men can see my expression.

"I thought you don't date?" the third man asks.

"Shut the fuck up, Sean," the Curly Haired Bitch hisses. "My personal life is no matter to you."

"It's just that you usually have a one-night stand instead of staying to one woman," the first man, Brent, comments.

"Well people change so do me a favor and fuck off," the Curly Haired Bitch snaps. Brent swallows hard. "Fill out the paperwork so I can get rid of that shit." They nod frightfully. The Curly Haired Bitch turns to me. He stands up, walking right in front of me, enabling the three men from seeing me.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I hiss lowly. He rolls his eyes.

"Shut up. You will pretend like we are a couple. I do not have time for your shit right now. My business comes before everything," The Curly Haired Bitch says in my ear.

"You're sick. Completely sick. First the whole SI, then Choosing me as your own 'personal Slut' and now forcing me to be your girlfriend?" I ask, shaking my head in disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you even look at yourself in the mirror?"

"You do not know shit about me. Now curl those pretty lips up into a smile and pretend that we are a couple or else—"

"Or else what?" I seethe, interrupting his threat. He lowers his head down to my ear.

"Or else I will make sure your friends, Demi and Lily are in the Salute Institution with Sluts like you. And your other friends, Jamie and Ed are shunned by every single fucking person whether you like it or not," he hisses in my ear. I clench my hand into a fist, resisting the urge to slap the shit out of him.

"They are not a part of this. Leave them alone!" I say, raising my voice slightly. The Curly Haired Bitch clamps my mouth shut, pinning my wrists together with his other hand. I struggle under his tight grip.

"You talk loudly like that again and I will make your other friends' lives a living hell as well," he says in my ear, referring to Jesy, Leigh-Anne, Perrie and Eleanor.

"They already live in hell because of you," I retort and he groans lowly.

"Will you just fucking listen for once? I just want you to do one simple thing. Is that too much to ask?" he asks.

"It is if I have to pretend to date you," I say, rolling my eyes at him. He clenches his jaw. "Fine, but you owe me big time."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," The Curly Haired Bitch says, waving his hand in the air. He surprises me as he places his large hands to the curve of my hips. I flinch.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I exclaim quietly.

"Acting like a couple," he replies. He surprises me even more when he presses his lips to mine.