Jealousy ||Larry fanfic||

Chapter 3

"No, no, no, no, no, that color clashes with those jeans." Rachel said, looking me up and down. Sure, she was good when it came to fashion, but she could be a bit bossy.

"Oh c'mon already, Rachel! We've been shopping for hours and my feet hurt!" I whined, all I wanted to do was be in my room and watch youtube all day. It was Saturday, the last thing I wanted to do was go shopping, especially with my annoying foster sister. But she knew how to drive and promised to buy the clothes for me since she's 19, so there was so way I could say no. That and Angela forced me to go with her.

"Forty-five minutes is not 'hours'! Here, try these on. It matches that pink top better." She threw a pair of blue skinny jeans at me, looking disgusted at me for picking purple jeans. What? I thought pink and purple would match...

I finished changing and walked back out of the changing room, and over to Rachel. "The jeans are too big." I complained.

"Gosh, Lou! They're skinny jeans and they're still too big on you." She laughed. "Whatever, I think you look cute, we're buying them." She said and walked off. Ugh, girls.

I sighed, walking back over to the dressing room. I was so annoyed I wasn't paying attention, and bumped right into someone. "I'm so so so sorry!" I exclaimed, helping the person pick up the books they had dropped. I looked up to see who the person was and immediately dropped the books again. "You know what? I'm not sorry." I said, anger overwhelming me.

"Someone's cranky, is it that time of month?" The boy, who was unfortunately Harry, asked sarcastically.

"Shut up. This isn't school, we aren't forced to talk."

"But maybe I want to talk to you." He said teasingly.

"Fuck off, styles." I heard rachel say, not realizing she was behind me.

"Oh hello there Ray Ray! You taking care of your little baby brother?" Harry asks teasingly. How did he know rachel? From what it looked like, Rachel wasn't pleased to see him.

"I said fuck off." She said, I was shocked at how angry she seemed. Harry seemed to make us all angry.

"Bossy, bossy. Whatever you say, princess." He winked at her and walked off.

"What was all that about?" I looked at Rachel.

"I hate that douchebag...he's my ex, I don't want you talking to him, okay? He's nothing by a two-timing cheater who doesn't understand people have feelings." She said and walked to the checkout line.

"Wait, you and Harry...dated?" I held back my laughter. The picture of that jerk and her dating made me want to barf. Let alone them kissing. Shit, there's an image that will keep me up at night.

"Yes, we did. I don't want to talk about it." After that, it was complete silence. It wasn't that awkward silence. You could sense the tension in the air. Why was Harry such a bitch?

Interrupting my thoughts, the alarm went off as I walked out the door. I didn't steal anything! I frantically looked in my bag, my jaw dropping open when I saw a blue dress in the bag. And it was my size.