Yes, Maybe, or No?

Chapter Seven

Savanna had gone home and Niall had gone home with us. "How did you like her?" Niall asked when we were in our room. 

I shrugged and continued checking my email on my laptop. "Fine." 

Niall flopped onto his bed with his phone. "Really?" he looked at me out of the corner of his left eye. I ndoded a little too enthusiastically. 

"Yep!" 

"She's a little different than I'm used too... But it's fine." 

"Great..." I replied sarcastically, while sending a reply back to Daisy who had emailed me from the hospital. Niall didn't know anything about her. Yet. 

Niall sat up. "You don't care do you?" he almost shouted. I looked up at him. "You don't care about me, you don't care about One Direction, you only did this for your stupid sister! There are tons of girls out there who would kill for this opportunity and you sit there flirting up a storm with your precious Harry Styles!" he yelled. 

I slammed my laptop cover down. "I care about my sister! She's in the hospital. With cancer. Yep, that's right cancer!" I shouted back, getting off my bed and grabbing my suitcase by the handle. "She's not stupid! She's been in the hospital for 2 years now. Do you care? No! All you care about is you, Savannah the devil, and your stupid money and fame! Just look around you! There are people who have nothing out there, yet you just waste you money of Peri Peri chicken and getting girls!" I grabbed all my stuff and stormed out the door. "And BTW for your information, Harry and I are just really good friends! Unlike you and I!" Then, I went straight out the door, no clue where I was going. 

I set my suitcase down on the sidewalk and sat down on it. My arms and legs were freezing, because I was only wearing an oversized t-shirt and pajama pants. I couldn't care less though as I slipped on a Jack Wills hoodie from my suitcase. Shivering and alone, I started crying. Suddenly, my phone rang. "Hello?" I sniffled. 

"Hey," Harry's voice mumbled. I siled a little to myself. "Niall just called and I was wondering... Where are you?" he asked. 

I wiped my eyes. "I'm outside Niall's flat."

Harry coughed. "Okay, I'll be there in five." Then, he hung up. I knew i could count on him. Exactly in five minutes, a red sportscar pulled up to the sidewalk and Harry looked out of his window at me. "Wow, you're a mess!" he commented. I laughed and ran over with my things. He smiled, got out of the car, and put my stuff into the trunk. I got into the car and we drove to his flat. 

"Here, I'll move my stuff and you can sleep in my bed," We entered his flat and he headed to his room. 

"No it's fine. I'm not going to kick you out of your own room. I'll sleep on the couch," I protested. He looked at me in a worried way. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah, go on."  I used my hand to make a shooing motion to his room. He gave me a hug and then headed off to his room. I sighed and sat down on the couch and in only a few seconds, I was asleep. 

***

"Shut up Niall. She's mad. You obviously didn't care!" I heard a whisper. "No, you didn't! Stop saying you care! Stop it. She doesn't want to talk to you. Well yeah, she's asleep. No! I'm not waking her up to-" 

"Do what?" I asked, sitting up on the couch. 

Harry blushed. "Niall wants to talk to you," he passed me the phone.

I didn't take it. "I don't want to talk to him," I replied, pushing the phone away. 

He shrugged and held the phone back up to his ear. "I told you, she doesn't want to talk! Yep, she's awake. No, we have that interview! What? You're bringing the dev- I mean, the Savannah?" he looked at me with wide eyes. I rolled my eyes and shrunk down back on the couch. Savannah Shmavannah. That's all he cared about. 

"Come on Haz, get ready!" I pulled his arm. He clicked off his phone and slid it into his pocket. 

"Niall said we have to get dressy. We're all going to wear those tuxedos? You know the ones?" he reminded me. I nodded, already thinking of what to wear. I headed to my suitcase (wow, I'm living out of a suitcase) and picked out a black bubble skirt, a red long sleeve shirt with sorta kinda billowing sleeves, a thick black belt, and some black 4 inch heels. I headed to the bathroom and changed. I quickly did heavy eye makeup (with glitter!) and a pink lipstick and then did my hair. An idea was slowly forming in my mind. I pulled back two groups of hair from the sides of my head and clipped them together with a large clip on the back of my head. I then let a few strands of hair hang loose in front of my ears. Perfect! Now... Jewelry... 

"Harry! You ready?" I asked from outside his room as I clipped a gold pair of dangly earrings to my ears, checked to see if my peridot birthstone necklace was tucked under my shirt, and slid on a bunch of gold bangles on. 

Harry emerged from his room in a black tuxedo, his hair redone. "Yep!" he said, looking me over. "That's perfect. Now let's go!" he marched over to the front door. 

"Wait!" I grabbed a rose from the vase on the end table and broke the stem. Then, I turned Harry around and tucked the flower into the chest pocket of his tux. "There." Harry thanked me, and then we went out the door while I grabbed  my beaded clutch. 

I suddenly realized... I was going to see Niall after out little yell fight. Wouldn't that be awkward? 

***

"Here, we're on in ten." Harry handed me a glass of water and I drank it gratefully. Niall was off to the side but I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head. Savannah was bragging all about her rich family, her high school and college acheivements, what an awesome job she had as a fashion model, yada, yada. I was pretening to be interested all the while texting Harry on my phone. 

To Hazza =)  she is soooooo (oX100) annoying... x

To Dee =)   ikr... we dont care about high school anymore... xx

To Hazza =)  lol wanna go somewhere else where the dear lil devil isn't?x

To Dee=)   you are my lifesaver!! xx

I grinned at Harry and we both excused ourselves. "Ugh, she's so annoying," I complained. Harry patted me on the shoulder. 

"It's okay. She's just got a big head."

"Yeah but Niall seems to enjoy it!" I whined. 

"It's called acting. You know he can't enjoy her company. It's something we do while listening to her!" I laughed. 

"Why are you always hating on Savannah?" he asked. 

I shrugged. "Don't you hate her?" I asked. 

He nodded, then grinned. "You like him!" he gasped. 

Blushing, I grabbed a celery stick from the refreshments table and dipped it into the ranch dressing. "Is now a good time to tell you?" I asked. He grinned. 

"Niall seems really... I don't know. Mad?" I tried. 

Harry snickered and draped an arm around my shoulders. "Exactly. Happiness is the best revenge, isn't it?"