"Well?" My mother put a hand on her waist. She does that when she's uncertain or worried about something. And she does it often. She's the apprehensive type of woman. She loves me to death and would murder whoever hurts me. Harry's body would be kept in the storage room if I told her about anything that's been happening.
"Nothing, guys. It's from Lindsey." I relaxed my face.
"Remember, if there's ever anything wrong, you can tell me." She rested her hand on my shoulder. Um yeah, no.
"Yeah I know." I nodded and made my way upstairs.
I threw myself on my bed and looked at my phone. Should I reply to him?
'Look. It was a dare. just shut up about it.' I replied to him.
'Unfortunately i cant. it keeps playing in my mind again and again. look what u did to me!!' He responded.
'Oh god i regret it. just dont tell daniel about it.'
'why not? if it was innocent on ur part, why shudnt daniel know about it?? :) '
I just knew a big smirk was plastered across his face when he sent it.
'it was, u weirdo. but daniel wont understand that. so just keep mum about it. he has a gig 2moro.'
'im playing tomorrow as well n because of u, i cant seem to sleep.'
'oh stop it. it was a mistake alright? now stop texting me.'
'why do u text back if u hate me so much?? ha!'
'what the hell?? coz u're saying all this crap'
'ur comeback is so logical it gave me cancer. but whatever u say babe. gubyeeee n see u tomorrow!'
Harry's such a douchebag. Daniel is so unlucky to have a brother like him. How dare he send all these flirty text messages to his older brother's girlfriend?
I was actually going to confront Daniel and tell him about Harry's horny ways but after I did that 'dare', I couldn't anymore. Harry will definitely use it against me and tell Daniel that I kissed him.
And I'm sure Harry won't tell Daniel about the dare I did because I'll reveal that he's been flirting with me. So we both have to keep our mouths shut.
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I spent two solid hours installing some feather hair extensions to my hair. It was so tedious but I wanted to go for the bohemian look for the Music Festival.
I was going there with my father. We both knew he didn't have ears for modern music but he was willing to put up with it because he wanted to spend quality time with me and meet Daniel. I wanted my father to see how much of a kind and caring gentleman Daniel was, amidst his rockstar exterior.
"I'm ready to rock!" My father burst into my room.
He was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket which didn't fit his chubby body and had a red bandana wrapped around his head. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked.
"What's so funny? This is what I wore when I performed on stage for senior prom."
"Yeah, dad. That was a billion years ago." I chuckled.
"Fine. You're afraid I might take away the attention from the actual performers. I understand that. Therefore, I will change into decent clothing which will not sexually excite anyone." He gave me a thumbs up and left my room. I just loved my father's sense of humour. Always lights me up.
I shook my head and finished applying my make-up. In the morning, Daniel had told me that he would be backstage, rehearsing for White Eskimo's performance but when I tried calling him again several times to confirm where I'm supposed to meet him in the evening, he didn't answer his phone. Which was odd because he always answers his phone.
I decided to just head out to the Festival with my father and hoped to see him rehearsing there.
The festival was taking place outdoors. There was a humongous stage and a lot of people turned up for it. My father and I had brought along our own picnic mat to sit on and food to devour while we enjoyed the music. Well, while I enjoyed the music.
I flattened the picnic mat on the soft, green grass. We had to push through crowds of people to find the perfect spot. We were quite close to the stage. The performances had already started, with a young blonde girl singing her own beautiful rendition of 'Moon River' as the opening stint.
"Helena!" Lindsey called, waving.
"Lindz! I'll be right back, dad." I said and made my way over to Lindsey.
"I tried calling you but you wouldn't answer." She said, panting.
"I didn't get your calls. What's wrong?"
"You have to come with me." Lindsey grabbed my hand and led me backstage.
"What is it, Lindsey? Why -" I was cut off by the sight of Daniel and Louis dancing on drum sets and a couch. A security guard was trying to get them to calm down.
They were drunk.
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