Just Friends. [h.s]

6: detention

"I couldn't do it."

My eyes widened. "What do you mean you couldn't do it?" I said in shock, but really I knew this was gonna happen.

"Well I was about to, but ugh." He groaned. "She was looking at me in a way, and it made me feel so guilty. I just couldn't break up with her."

"Did you guys at least discuss it?" I asked.

He nods. "Obviously I didn't say it was bad, but she had said that it was the best she ever had." He nervously bit his lip.

I snorted before thinking. I put my hand on top of my mouth. My eyes widened. I shouldn't be laughing about this, but I couldn't help it. I didn't know whether I felt bad for Harry or Taylor.

Harry narrowed his eyes at me. "Did you just-"

The laugh I was holding in bursted out. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "You know, I was trying to have a serious conversation with you." He said seriously, but I knew he was full of shit.

"Oh shut up. Continue, I'm listening."

"I lied to her. I said that I enjoyed it."

I threw my hands up in frustration. "You are so dumb!"

"I know. She said that we should do it again."

"Well are you?" I asked. I definitely did not want him to.

He shrugged. "I don't know."

I rolled my eyes. "You're annoying me."

"It's not as simple as it seems."

"Well even if it's not easy, you don't have to lie to her."

"What, am I going to tell her that it was the worst thing ever?" His voice becoming tense.

"Is that how you really feel?" Oh shit. We look up to see Taylor standing in the doorway.

Harry gets up from the bed swiftly. "Taylor." She shakes her head. Tears running down her face. She starts to walk away, Harry running after her.

I could hear the yells of Taylor's name as Harry ran after her. I hate that I felt bad for her. If I was in her position, I would be devastated. I mean I know that Harry means no harm, but he can't lie to Taylor. I'm glad that she found out, even though she found out in the worst way.

I picked up all my stuff, and left his house. They needed their privacy to talk.

-

I walked the hall, trying to push past people to get to my first period class.

"Stella!" I hear someone yell my name. I turned around to see Zayn. Holy shit. Stella, keep your cool.

"Hey." I smiled. He caught up to me and started walking forward with me.

"How was your weekend?" He asked me.

"It was interesting."

"Oh really?" He smirked.

I giggled. "Really."

"Well I wanted to text you after the party, but I forgot to get your number."

Holy fuck. Zayn Malik is asking for my number. I'm freaking out in the inside.

"Here." He hands me his phone and I add my contact.

"I will definitely be using that." He said when I handed back his phone.

"You better." What the hell did I just say? I'm so awkward.

"What makes you think I won't?" He asks.