Pretty Ones Club

Number 2 Rule

This is awkward. That's all Michael can think as he and Ashton sit down at the Pretty One's table. Everyone is staring at him, and I mean everyone. He can feel Ashton shaking next to him, and he can't say he's in a better state. It's obvious they don't belong here. The fact that Louis, Michaels self proclaimed new best friend, won't let him buy lunch makes him wary.

"Hello boys, and Louis," Harry jokes as they sit down. Louis scowls at him, making Harry smirk turn icy. "Remember the code Louis, we are in public. Smile."

Louis automatically fixes himself, sitting up straighter and putting a pleasant smile on his face. Harry seems pleased, he looks towards the two shaking boys in front of him. He gestured from them to sit down, but not without a warning smile. Michael knew what that meant, he and Ashton had to be perfect.

"So it has come to my attention that one of you have been acting inappropriately." Harry looks around the group of pleasantly smiling people, before continuing. "There are rumors that one of you has been eating and throwing it up, everyone here knows thats an unforgivable offense." Again he pauses, locking eyes with the blonde girl at the end of the table. "Taylor, is this true?"

The smile automatically drops from Taylor's face. "I'm so sorry Harry, it was only two times. I was just so hungry, and the thing with Liam happ-" Her face turns pale. "I shouldn't of brought that up, I apologize."

Harrys glare turns icy, though the smile never leaves his face. "Not only did you break the number 2 rule here, you brought up that coward Liam, and are making a scene. You know what that means."

"No please don't, I've worked so hard to be here, I need it."

"Attention everyone." Harry shouts, the room automatically going quiet. "I have an announcement to make, Taylor Swift is a weak, fat, flawed person and is no longer welcome to in our club. You know what that means. We now have an opening. May the best person win."

Taylor runs out crying, and the cafeteria explodes with excited whispers.

The rest of the group sits up straighter, checks their hair, and smiles as perfectly as possible. Harry was in a bad mood.

"Does anyone want a diet coke? I'm buying." Michael pipes up, drawing everyone's attention.

"That's very generous of you Michael, but unnecessary. Take Luke with you and you will get them all for free. Thank you." Louis says, seeing as Harry walked after the crying girl.

Louis and Michael make their way towards the lunch line. They cut to the front, Luke insisted, and placed their order.

"So, who do you think is going to replace Taylor?" Michael asked after a couple of seconds.

"I don't know, it's not up to me. That's all Harry, but I can put in a good word for you if you like." Michael blushed while looking questioningly still the tall blonde. "I can practically feel the envy radiating off of you. And Louis and Calum like you, so you must be cool."

"But I don't think I have the self control."

"Oh honey, we teach you that. Besides, Harry might already have someone in mind."

Michael nodded and he and Luke grabbed the Diet Cokes for everyone and headed back to the table. Harry was back.

"Where did you go, if you don't mind my asking." Another blonde boy asked.

"Better, Niall. And I was just getting this from the pig." Harry holds up a gold necklace with a diamond P on it. Michael notices everyone is wearing one, weird.

Eleanor and Sophia get up before Louis stops them. "Where do you think you are going?"

"Taylo- I mean the pig some of Sophia and I's clothes and I don't want her to stretch them out." Eleanor answers. Louis nods in approval before turning to Ashton.

"What did you think of that? Did you think that Harry did the right thing." Lousi asks, Ashton shifts uncomfortably and doesn't answer,

"You better answer, Ashton. Unless you want to be rejected again." Harry says and Michael lets out a small gasp.