TROUBLE

Chapter 31 "My favorite of the groupies."

Harry and I have been dating for about a week and a half now and it seemed like nothing had changed from when we were friends—and I mean that in a good way. I mean, yeah we were a lot more touchy, but other than that we were still best friends. We still messed and picked at each other, but it was all for fun. Sometimes we got into dumb arguments, but they were quickly resolved because neither of us could stand to be mad at each other.

A few months ago, I didn't even know he had friends and now at least one or more of those idiots were at our house like twice a week..and everytime they were here he made sure they knew I was there. He said he wanted them to be my friends too so I wouldn't get sick of him—which is dumb because after two years of living with him already, if I was sick of him he would definitely know by now. He even sent some of them a few times to pick me up from work. I honestly was just glad he wasn't the jealous type, because that's how Jeremy was...

Harry and I are an unintentionally pure couple. We only made out once and that was when he was leaving for a race. It seemed like whenever either of us tried to do it, something interrupted us. The sex situation isn't much better. Whenever I wanted to he was at a race and I had to fend for myself...and whenever he wanted to I was at work. It was all insanely frustrating and I could tell it was annoying him too. The last time he had sex was with the whore from the night we went clubbing, and that's a long time for him. Two years of dealing with him and he's never gone longer than a week without bringing someone home. 

I'm not a prude. This is a long time for me too, but I'm a girl and I've gone longer. 

On another note, I can basically feel my hair going grey from all the stress I've been under. It was like Jenni and I were the only people organizing this whole fashion show. We were doing every little thing from invitations to the fucking lights. None of the other employees were any help, because they're all stupid and can barely read. We have exactly one week until the show, and I feel like everything is going to fuck up. Like people aren't going to come, or a light's going to fall on a models head.

"Summer, go home! You look exhausted." Jenni said.

"I'm waiting for my ride."

"Just walk home."

I shook my head, "Too tired."

"Well, when your boyfriend comes make sure to get some rest! Dress rehearsal's tomorrow!"

"I can't wait for this whole thing to be over..."

She laughed, "I know, not long now, yeah?"

"Yeah." She patted me on the back before walking away to yell at Nick and Ashley for gawking at some random guy. I leaned against the counter as I waited for whoever was coming to get me. 

A couple minutes passed before the door chimed as someone walked in. I looked up to see it was Niall and Louis. "Hey!" Louis said loudly as they walked towards me. "We were just on the way to your place when we thought we’d ask Harry to come pick you up."

"Ugh, yes. Take me home." I said as I walked around the counter and followed them out to their car.

"You okay, Aubri?" Louis asked.

"I'm...so...tired...and stressed. I just want to sleep."

"Harry been keeping ya up at night?!" Niall laughed as he climbed into his tiny car, almost the same as Harry's but a different color. He drove just as fast as Harry, but I guess it was a force of habit from the drifting and everything...

"I wish..." I mumbled.

"What?!" Louis scream-laughed.

"Nothing, nothing..."