Mr. Popular And Ms. Pretender // h.s.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13
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Andy's POV

I got home later than usual. Louis and I spent the whole day together and he's really fun to be with. Louis said if ever I have a problem, I'll just give him a call or something. We went to the beach earlier, but before that we dropped by our flats to get our things of course, the beach was not too far from our place. When we got there, Louis taught me how to surf, it was really hard to balance and all, but I think I got the hang of it. We just stayed there, playing volleyball, swimming and building cool sandcastles, we took a lot of pictures in the beach, he even gave me a cool bracelet.

Louis dropped me home an hour ago, I thanked him for everything, if it wasn't for him, I would be having bad vibes for the rest of my day. Now, I'm lying on my couch, relaxing while listening to A Rocket To The Moon. I like listening to their songs.

A knock on the door startled me, who could that be? I'm the only person here in this house right now, and I'm feeling so fucked. Could it be a robber, another poser? Ah shit. I started to panic, looking for something hard for defense. My eyes landed on a bat, Ashton's bat. How'd it get here? At the moment. I didn't care, thank God it just came here.

I positioned the bat, ready to hit the shit out of the lad. Just when I opened the door, the lad yelled, "Holy fuck!" and he stumbled down. I eyebrows knitted together, "Harry! What the fuck are you doing here?! Did you know that you almost gave me a fucking heart attack?!" I yelled at him, but he jut groaned and stood up close to me.

"Andy where were you? I've been looking for you everywhere y'know!" He growls, he's furious, this is by far the most furious look I've ever seen on Harry, but I can still see the hint of concern in his eyes.

"Why do you even care?"

"Because you were supposed to be with me! Have you forgotten about our deal?"

So this was all about his stupid deal again! Of course, he would never really care of where I really was, he just wanted me by his side to use me, not to make sure if I was fine. Which hurts. But why do I even care? It's not like he's really my real boyfriend, and it's not like I feel something towards him, but why do I feel hurt of him not even caring about me? Ugh fuck my emotions.

"Why do you still need me anyways when you can clearly get Valentine in a wink." I asked with a snort, crossing my arms with the bat wrapped with my hand.

"We still have our deal on." He shot back with a smirk. Ugh! I want to slap that stupid smirk from his face. I can't understand this guy! One time he's being all nice and concerned and now he's acting like a douche towards me, he's so bipolar. What connection does that answer even have to my question. Idiot.

"Not a logical reason." I shook my head and shut the door on his face. I can't believe I even agreed to this deal, this is probably the worst deal that I've ever agreed with.

"Andrea! Stop fucking playing around."

"I'm so tired right now, Harry. Can you just leave? I promise I'll do your little play tomorrow." I said, knowing that he'd hear me from the other side, but my voice started to crack like I was crying. No, what the hell is going on with me?

I heard him sigh out loud, "Okay." He simply said softly, and his footsteps became softer and softer until I couldn't hear a single step from his the soles of his boots anymore. And just with that, his car took off.

After approximately a couple of hours overthinking on what happened today, my phone rang and I was very surprised to see who it was.

Niall.