Just Friends. [h.s]

9: stress pimples

"Don't look at it!" I yell, covering my face.

"Oh come on. Let me pop it." Harry laughs as he comes closer to me, trying to put his hands on my face.

"Do not touch my face. My pimple, my property." I push him away, getting up and checking it out in the mirror.

"How did that massive thing end up on your face anyways? You never get pimples."

I shrugged. "Probably from stress."

"Stress from what?" Harry questions.

Zayn. How I had my first kiss. Having to see him tomorrow at school.

"I don't know. School?" I couldn't tell Harry about the kiss. I have a feeling that he would be very mad. I get so frustrated with the fact that he could never accept me with anyone.

"So how did your date go?" He asks as I sit back down on the bed.

"Nothing special." I lie.

Harry raises his eyebrows, clearly not buying it. "Oh yeah? Nothing happened?"

I shook my head. "He just asked me to go to homecoming with him, that's all."

He nods, not saying anything. Jesus Christ Harry.

"Not even a 'congrats Stell, you got your first Hoco date.'?" I roll my eyes.

Harry forces a smile. "Congrats Stell, you got your first hoco date." He repeats what I say and rolls his eyes as well.

I shake my head, frustrated. "You know, I never say anything about Taylor. I've always supported your relationship even when I didn't like her." I let out my feelings. He needs to know how I feel about his annoying ass.

He can't even look at me. "That's different."

I let out a laugh. "How is it any different?"

"Because Stella! Zayn is not a good guy!" He is looking right through my soul. His eyes were dark looking at mine. He was clearly very mad.

"At least Zayn doesn't taste like tuna!" I shout, storming out of my room to the kitchen. I needed to get out of there.

It didn't take long for Harry to show up. "What did you mean by that?" His voice low.

I sigh. "He kissed me."

He nods. He grabs his keys and starts walking towards the door.

"Oh so you're not even going to say bye?" I speed walk in front of him, stopping him.

He looks down at the floor. "I can't look at you right now Stell."

I shake my head, walking away. "Just leave, Harry."

And just like that, with no hesitation, he leaves.