TROUBLE

Chapter 13 "Nick"

I hate my stupid job at Topman. Actually, that's a lie; I hate the people I work with. Somehow I got talked into coming in during the week that everyone else was away, so it was literally just me and two other people. It seemed like everyone else that worked here was friends with each other and all had a mutual hate for me...just because I don't fuck around with them during work. They all just stood around while customers were waiting to ask them a question or something. I've tried really hard to make them like me. I bought them all Starbucks once! Do you know how hard it was to carry that shit? And they still gave me a dirty look. The only reason I'm calling the job sometimes stupid its because our boss gives us stupid little rules like 'wear Santa hats the week of Christmas' when Christmas was in the middle of the week and there's no point in wearing it after the whole Santa part of the week is over. Ugh.

But today I was paired up with Ashley and Nick...and yes I mean Nick from the super market. This was her first day. I had no idea she was related with Ashley, let alone her damn sister. They're both annoying and giggly but they could've been worse; and since today was Nick's first day she didn't have a chance to hate me yet, so maybe I'll finally have a friend that's a girl.

Don't get me wrong, Zayn and Harry are good friends. But even though I tell Harry almost everything, I have a feeling he probably shouldn't know some stuff. It's also getting weird when I have to go somewhere to get feminine things. It wouldn't be weird if he'd just let me drive myself places, but no, he insists on driving me anywhere I have to go. Even when he drove me to work today he made a big deal out of me waiting for him instead of just walking home by myself; he's been doing this for months now so obviously I know the deal. But whatever; I'll let him get his way when it comes to this stuff. Any other time it'll be my way.

Back to the bitches. Like I said, it's getting weird for Harry to drive me places and lately I've been almost desperate for new bra/underwear. Ok, maybe I shouldn't say desperate but I would really like some new shit; I'm not trying to impress anyone, but we all know it boosts your confident when you're wearing nice underwear that match and everything. Bottom line: I can't do that type of shopping with Zayn or Harry. They'd probably take it the wrong way. I need a friend that's a girl to go shopping with. And you know, if she ends up telling me Harry's big secret then so be it.

I guess I should probably introduce myself to her...that's a good way to start a friendship. After checking a customer out, I walked over to where Ashley and Nick were standing. Ashley looked me up and down before already deciding to ignore me. When Nick turned around to look at me, her jaw dropped...I'm guessing she remembered me.

"Oh my gosh! You're that girl I saw with Harry!"

"You know her?" Ashley said, almost appalled.

"I saw her in the market a couple weeks ago." Or two months ago, but okay. "Hey, are you dating, Harry?"

I shook my head, "No, we just live together. We're good friends." I have a feeling this is prime time to meddle into Harry's secret life. "How do you know him?"

"You know Harry?!" It's cute how Ashley's trying to get in the conversation...

"Zayn and I used to fuck sometimes." My eyes widened at Nick's bluntness. "And I was one of their....um...groupies I guess you could call it. Maybe a fan? I don't know what to call it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Groupies? Are they in a band or something?"

She shook her head as she laughed at me like I was a terribly misinformed child. "What?! No! They-" The light jingle of the door opening cut her off and we all looked to see who'd just walked it.

Of course it was Harry. His eyes connected with my green ones immediately and his crooked smile spread across his face.

"He's so fit. Just look at him. Standing there...being fit..." Nick was basically drooling when I glanced at her. I decided not to respond to her comment because I'd be lying if I said 'no, he's not hot. He's my best friend'. I mean yeah he's my friend...but he's hot; I'm not going to deny it. However, I will not be doing anything with that idiot. My hormones know better than to act up for Harry of all people. Even on this stupid bet/date thing, the kid will not lay a hand on me unless I get hit on the head or something and he has to carry me to an ambulance. Zayn though, he's a different story.