If You Would [h.s.] HOLD

Eighteen

I was number eight in #Zayn ???

That's freaking cool. I mean I'm not anymore but It was cool while it lasted 😂

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I groan for the fifth time while staring at the headline. It's been almost an hour and I can't stop reading the article. Harry took his phone from me in attempts to get me to stop reading but it was no use. I scurried off to the bathroom to read it from my own phone.

The article claims that a witness saw us at dinner and saw the whole fight and my panic episode.

Someone knocks on the bathroom door.

"Uhhhhhh Evie? Are you coming out anytime soon? I'm making chicken nuggets!" Mak bribes me from the other side of the door. Damn, she knows too well of my love for chicken nuggets.

"Unnggggggg." Is all I can reply with. I click on the picture once again.

"Eve. Come on out. It's not that big of a deal. They'll get over it in a week. Plus they'll see us at my concert next week! And they'll see we're fine!" Harry's voice replaces Maks.

"Easy for you to say! You're famous. This happens to you all the time." I roll my eyes even though I know he can't see me. My phone dings, signaling a message. I look at my texts. It's a message from Chelsea.

Chelsea: So you steal my celebrity crush and can't even keep the relationship together for a whole two weeks? Pathetic.

"What the fuck." I whisper to myself.

"It's not that bad! I still love you at least." Mak chimes in again.

"No not that! Look at this shit!" I jump up and open the door and shove the text in Maks face. She reads for a moment before her eyes go wide.

"What the fuck?" She responds.

"That's what I said!" I look at my phone again and scowl.

"What's goin on?" Harry says from the left of me. I show him the phone and he shrugs.

"Worse things have been said." He says nonchalantly.

"Ugh. How are you so chill about it. When was it any of her business?" I scoff and start a long text, totally crushing her. But then I have an idea. I delete the paragraph and smile at Harry.

"Come here." I don't give him a chance to actually come closer, I grab his shirt and pull him closer, earning a startled laugh from him. I hold my phone up and snap a photo of us both smiling and sent it to her.

Me: Do we still look broken up?

I smirk as I send the snarky message. A part of me feels guilty but the other part of me doesn't care. She kinda asked for it.

"You lil savage." Mak winks at me and I smile back.

"Don't forget you still work with her. It might be kinda awkward next time." Harry reminds me. I shrug.