Perfection» h.s

nineteen.

    Pandora Gray

I kissed Harry.

I. Kissed. Harry.

He has Valerie, right?

They're not dating, he hasn't asked her to be his girlfriend yet.

I'm too scared to leave Nina's room, even after I've changed.

"Do you like her?" I hear Nina's voice ask,and I run up to the door, pressing my ear against it. "Well?"

"Like, like her like her? Um no, but in another way, kinda. She keeps me sane, you know? Grounded in a way."

"So basically, your clarity?" Gemma's voice rings clear over Nina's soft one.

"Yeah. I like that. My clarity. Pandora is my clarity." Harry replies, and I choose to walk out that moment. "So I guess I'm driving?"

"Mate, I'll take care of this. Let Calum and I drive, come on." Harry shrugs and tosses Ashton the keys, who catches them with ease. Calum puts on a gray beanie, and Nina, Jenna, Ashlyn and I follow them out the door, to Ashton's car, a black one. We all pile in, all the girls at the back, Ashton driving, and Calum riding shotgun.

"You know, I've always wondered why do you like bandanas so much? You always wear it." Jenna comments, and as he starts the car, Ashton pulls a bandana out of his pocket.

"Continue?"

"Oh." Jenna shuts up.

"You know what I want to talk about? That kiss, like damn." Calum starts, and all the blood has probably drained from my face. "So, do you have any feelings for Harry in any way?"

"You sound like an investigator," Ashlyn changes her voice, "Do you have any drugs in any way, shape or form?"

"No, no, stop changing subject. Do you like Harold Edward Styles?"

"It's Harry." I correct. "Not Harold, get it straight."

"You wouldn't correct me, if you didn't like him." Calum teases, and Nina looks amused, leaning back and watching us.

"I don't like Harry Styles, okay?"

"I call it! Bull!" Ashton chimes in, and I shoot him a death glare through the mirror.

"She wouldn't say his last name, unless she wanted it." Nina puts in, and Jenna laughs. "Hey, just stating the truth here."

"You can't say it's the truth if it isn't Nina, that's like a paradox in itself." I cross my arms, trying to pretend like I know what paradox even fucking means.

"Big words, Pandy. But you know what? It might not be true now, or in a day, or in a year. One day, I'll walk down the isle, as one of your bridesmaids, and see Harry in a tux. And you in a white wedding dress." Ashlyn smiles wistfully.

"In a big old church, and family and friends." Ashton continues, having a look in his eye. "With wedding vows, and – I'm getting carried away." He cuts himself off.

"Mate, you had a weird look in your eyes, what's up?" Calum asks, popping some gum in his mouth. "You were, like, spacing out."

"Yeah, I guess. Just thinking." He replies calmly, stopping at a stoplight.

Ashton is acting all weird about wedd–

Are you stupid, or nah?