The feisty, the cocky, and the vain (Harry Styles)

Chapter 14.

Who the hell was that?!

“Hey what are you-” another voice said from the other side of the phone line, my mom’s voice.

“I just thought that-” the voice that answered said.

“No!” my mom’s voice said. “Hello?” she asked.

“Goodbye.” I say pulling the phone away from my ear and shutting it off. I start to tap my leg rapidly and it moves up and down on the person to the right of me’s leg. I don’t look up at anyone.

I can’t. Not after what I just heard.

“Caroline?” my Dad asked from the driver’s seat. I look up slowly and meet his eyes. I force my eyes to stay neutral and not show any emotion.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“What happened?” Niall asks me.

“Um” what the hell do I say?! “I dialed the wrong number and these people with funny accents answered and they started to yell at each other in Portuguese.”

Would they buy that?

“Oh cool.” My Dad says in his American accent. I don’t think I could ever get used to it. “So dial her number.” He says.

“Um” what’s the next lie, me? “That was her number. She might have changed it without telling me.” I say.

“So we don’t have contact with her?” he asks. I look around the car slowly and see that everyone’s eyes are glued on me and not my Dad. It’s like they all know I’m lying or something.

“Nothing.” I say looking to my left to look out the window but my gaze is enveloped by a pair of brown eyes that I can’t look away from.

“So we should just can the idea and go surprise her there, right?!” my Dad asks.

“NO!!” I yell a little too loudly.

“What, why?” he asks.

“Because…she might be busy or something.” I say.

“But it’s the weekend...why would she be busy?” Niall asks. I shoot him a glare and he looks confused.

“Because she is a busy person!” I say in a loud firm voice. My Dad meets my eyes in the mirror and he pulls the car over. I groan and put my head in my hands while both my legs tap rapidly.

“Caroline out of the car…now!” my Dad says getting out himself. I groan and lift my head up. I climb over everyone and reach for the door and fall out. My Dad grabs the door handle and closes it while locking the door.

“Yes?” I ask keeping neutral.

“Are you alright?” he asks me scrunching his eyebrows. I look him dead in the eyes and I feel my stomach lurch so I grab it as if I’m going to throw up.

“Um Dad, I really just want to go home and rest. Do you mind if we hold off with seeing mom.” I say spitting out her name a bit.

“Okay fine.” He says running a hand through his light brown hair. “Are you not telling me something?” he asks giving me a suspicious look.

“No, I’m not lying about anything.” I lie.

Honestly, I just want to spill the beans about everything.

About flirting with Zayn, sleeping with him, making out with him, fighting with him, going after him, flirting with Harry, lying to him about the reason why I went after Zayn.

I want to tell everyone about last night when I went out all night with Harry and the fight I got in and how Harry saved me but still got hurt in the process. I want to not have to lie about the fake relationship with Luke so he and I don’t have to have an awkward relationship.