Pink

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Pink's POV:

"Fuck off, Pink."

I stood there, stunned. Niall stormed off as Zayn peered around the corner.

"I told you that you didn't want to know," he singsonged. I felt the tears well-up in my eyes and I bolted.

I ran past the high-class socialites and the platters filled with food. Past the well-dressed hostesses and colorful table runners. 

I ran home.

Harry's POV:

"Well, it looks like you're kissing your girlfriend. There's nothing wrong with that." Zayn said nervously. He walked out of the room, his jaw clenched, holding in bundles of secrets.

"I'll be right back," Pink said to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Zayn," She called. "Zayn, wait up!"

"Shit, shit, shit." I muttered. There's no fucking way Zayn would be able to keep his big mouth shut. I paced around the room, thinking of some way to get out of this. 

"Wait a minute." I started to chuckle. "I don't need to get out of this. I've got Pink wrapped around my little finger, plus, she has to date me."

Niall should be the one who's worried.

Niall's POV:

Fucking Harry. 

I should've known.

I thought Pink was different. But she's like every other girl, who falls for Harry's charming smile and devilish green eyes.

I had really thought Pink would let me talk and explain and everything would be perfect. But apparently not.

Pink's POV:

I sat in my pajamas, nursing a cup of tea.

"Hey Pinkie? Can I come in?" A knock came from Eme, who was holding a cup of hot tea. 

"Oh, hi Em. Come on in." She plopped down on my bed and studied my face.

"You are not yourself. What's bugging you?"

I sighed and snuggled into my bed. "Well, I thought I really liked Niall, but then Niall and the whole Demi thing, and then Harry was being all sweet, and Niall kissed me and I thought he liked Demi and I told Niall that I liked Harry-"

"Woah, slow down there." Eme smirked. 

"Everything is a mess." I hid myself under my mountain of pillows and blankets.

"Knock, knock." Harry poked his head in the room.

"Oh, hey."

"I just wanted to apologize for everything. I just thought since we were dating under a contract, I was allowed to have feelings for you. Cause, Pink, I really like you. Do you think we could give this a shot?" He smiled.

"H-Ha-You-You're Harry Styles," Eme breathed. Harry chuckled and waved.

"Hey there."

"Harry, can I just have some space. I need to think about this. I'm sorry, H."

"I get it, Pink. Take your time."

"Thanks," I whispered and watched with sad eyes as Harry left. I felt Eme hug me and I sighed. "I am so stupid."

"No, you're not. Now, I think you should sleep on it and call me in the morning. You'll figure it out then." 

I nodded and gave Eme a smile. "Thanks, Em. See you tomorrow." Eme collected her things and left me alone in my room.

I grabbed my blanket and went and sat by the window. Rain drizzled outside, raindrops pelting the glass. 

I'll know what to do tomorrow.