Feelings

Chapter 13 : Sick (part one)

Merediths POV

"EMMA?" I call. "Are those cupcakes done?"
"Yeah!" She says.
"Here you go." Liam grabs the cupcake pan from the counter and brings it to me.
"Thank you!" I sing.
"Someone's in a good mood." He comments.
"I am." I smile.
"I'm glad." Emma says from the baking counter. "Your frosting decorations suck when you're sad." She giggles.
I stick my tongue out at her. "Your cupcakes suck no matter what." I lie. Her cupcakes are literally amazing.
"Yeah, they're nasty." Liam agrees, sticking his finger in the bowl of frosting, and licking it.
I swat his hand away, giggling. "Not for you."
"LIAM?" Our boss sticks his head in. "What are you doing back here? We need you at the register, let's go."
"Sorry Uncle Matt." Liam apologizes, putting on his 'guilty face', as we call it. He pulls it when he gets in trouble.
Matt rolls his eyes, leaving the kitchen. Liam turns to face us, laughing.
"Guess I've gotta go."
"Yeah, get out." I give him a shove.
"Ow." He pretends to be hurt, leaving the kitchen after his uncle.
"Hey girl." Emma walks over to me, bumping her hip against me. "Why ARE you in such a good mood?"
"Hmmm, no reason." I smile, thinking of Harry and I's date tonight.
"Has Harry decided to leave you alone?" She teases.
"No, the opposite." I admit.
"Wait, did you have sex?!" She whispers loudly.
"Shhh!" I put my finger to my lips. "No, we didn't. Not exactly."
"But you did something?" She asks excitedly.
"Yeah." I blush.
"Oh my God he's like the hottest guy on the planet. You're insanely lucky."
"Stop." I giggle.
"Have you seen him naked?" She interrogates.
"Yes." I whisper.
"Jesus, I'd kill to be in your position."
"Go make cupcakes." I tell her, swirling frosting onto the ones she already finished.
"I'm too interested in your sex life. How big is his willy?"
"Emma!" I burry my face in my hands.
"How far have you gone?" She continues.
"We haven't really." I say, looking up. I'm so uncomfortable but in a way it's good to talk about it.
"But you said..." Her job drops. "Mere!!" She breaths. "Did you blow him?!"
"Emma!" I groan.
"Oh my god you did. What was it like? Holy shit the first blow job you've ever given was to Harry Styles do you even know how lucky you are?"
"Yeah, I do." I can't help but smile.
"Oh my God you're adorable." She squeals. "I remember when you hated him, this is so cute. Can I come to your wedding?"
"Oh my god, stop." I giggle.
The timer on the oven goes off, and Emma sighs. "The conversation is so not over." She walks over to get the cup cakes out of the oven.
I finish frosting the cupcakes, before heading out to work in the dining room.
"Hey!" Someone calls when I walk out.
I look up to see Niall. "Hi." I smile.
"Harry said you guys are coming tonight?" He walks over.
"Yeah." I nod.
"It's gonna be great." He grins.
"Ni?" Annie walks up, standing next to Niall. "Oh, hey Mere!"
"Hey." I wave.
"How are you?"
"I'm great. How are you?"
"Good." She smiles. "I heard we're both still with our boyfriends. Guess we're special." She jokes.
"You are special." Niall says, and I can't help thinking how cute they are.
"You and Harry are coming tonight, aren't you?" She ignores Niall's sweet comment.
"Yeah." I smile.
"Good! Mel and Ash will be there too, and Zayn and Perrie." She says, though I've never met Zayn or Perrie.
"I can't wait." I say politely, but I'm really just excited to see Harry again. He was acting strange the whole way home from Chicago, and I want to make sure he's ok.
"We'll have so much fun." She nods.
"I heard about your grandma, I hope she gets better." Niall says suddenly. I have no idea how he found that out, but he really is sweet.
"Thank you." I nod.
"It's been great seeing you, but we have to go get Ni's house ready." Annie smiles.
"I'll see you tonight!" I wave, as the turn around to head out, each with a muffin in hand.

Harrys POV

I can't do this. I can't. I tug on my hair, I'm losing my mind. My plan is set, the whole thing. It's rape. It might as well be rape. She won't really be consenting. She will just be drunk. It's basically rape. I'm going to rape her. I care about her so much, and I can't even deny it so much. I'm going to rape someone I care about. I've got to talk to someone. I can't handle this anymore, I'm going to go crazy. I snatch my phone off the table, and dial the number.
"Hello?" She answers.
"I need your help." I say, trying not to cry.
"Harry, what on earth?"
"Lou, I don't know what to do." I say, trying to take slow deep breaths.
"What's going on?" She sounds concerned, and it feels good to talk to someone who cares about me as a person, not just about how much money I have, or how hot my girlfriend is.
"Can I come over?" I ask. I know I need to talk to her face to face, and Lux never fails to make me smile.
"Of course."
"Thanks." I sigh, my breathing steadying slightly.