Candy

Chapter Six

“So where’s Niall?” Harry asked, setting his suitcase down in the living room.

“He went home for a few days. He said he was feeling really homesick and he wanted to spend some time with his mom.” I replied. “He didn’t want me to stay alone. I think he’s still scared Reggie is going to show up on the doorstep and drag me back to him.”

“Where’s Zayn?”

“Visiting one of his old friends, a girl named Perrie.” I replied. “He knows you’re staying here, don’t worry.” I told him, when Harry raised an eyebrow. “He’s fine with it.”

“No, it’s not that.” Harry said slowly. “Perrie is one of his ex girlfriends,”

“Really?” I asked, not happy. “I didn’t know that.” I bit my lip and brushed some hair out of my face.

“It’s probably nothing,” Harry said, avoiding eye contact. “He’s always been close with her. She has this band, and he’s friends with them too. They’re probably all hanging out.”

“Yeah.” I said my voice soft. “Anyways, Niall said you’re welcome to sleep in his bed.”

“I’m just gonna crash on the couch,” Harry said. “Do you have food to make?” He asked. “We can try to make dinner.”

I blushed. “Actually, Niall and I haven’t made dinner since I moved in. We’ve been eating and Nando’s and McDonalds. And Subway.”

Harry gave me a look. “You’ve lived here for a month. That’s so unhealthy.”

“We have Subway twice a week!”

“That doesn’t count,” Harry said. He glanced at the clock. “It’s too late to go grocery shopping now, but tomorrow we’re going shopping for healthy foods and we’re going to make dinner together.” He told me sternly.

“Okay, dad.” I replied, huffing and crossing my arms.

“Where would you like to go tonight?” Harry asked, grabbing a light jacket. It was September now, and it was getting chilly fast. I went into my room and grabbed a trench jacket, one of the things I’d bought myself with the money I’ve been earning as One Direction’s ‘personal assistant’. The boys had made me swear to them that I wouldn’t give them a cent of their money back, so I’d been secretly saving up half my paychecks and spending the other half to make it look like I wasn’t still hell-bent on paying them back.

“Well, tonight is Tuesday and that means its Subway night.” I told Harry.

“No,” he laughed. “We’re not going to Subway, or McDonalds, or Nando’s. How about Chinese?”

“Whatever,” I sighed. “My sub-maker at Subway is going to be pissed when I don’t show up.” I told him haughtily. He laughed, doubling over and putting his hands on his knees.

“God, I missed you.” He said, bringing me into a hug, burying his head into my neck. I blushed.

It was true, this was the first time Harry and I had seen each other since Australia. We talked on the phone every night that Zayn and I didn’t spend together. It wasn’t like I was cheating on Zayn with Harry – we were just friends who talked on the phone before bed. Things with Zayn and I had gotten better. I no longer hated myself for being with him. I was very happy with Zayn. He had been treating me better and I no longer just had sex with him because he wanted it – I actually wanted it as well. Zayn had figured out that I’d just been letting him have sex with me and he broke down crying, comparing himself to my old clients. I had soothed him and told him that he was nowhere near them, and that I enjoyed our time together. Every since then, Zayn always had me initiate sex. And I was starting to come to terms with how a woman should be treated because of that. He was really helping me figure out how life was supposed to be lived.