Billie Jean [h.s]

24

Thursday
Harry Styles

I parked in front of Zayn's house where the boys usually would be. Zayn's mother didn't mind us coming in and out.

She knew how close we were. It wasn't a surprise when I came down the creaking wooden stairs to see my best mates, Zayn, Niall, and Louis plopped on the orange couches watching away at the television while drinking a can or blowing away at a quick cig.

Louis sipped his soda gazing over at me surprised at my appearance.

" I thought you had to pick up an extra shift at the skating ring?" he clears his throat as the boys turned around surprised by my appearance.

"I got off early. Turns out they didn't need me as much." I cleared the air walking around to the empty seat and plopping down.

Niall eyes me for seconds after as if he didn't believe a word I said, which he shouldn't. He knows me more than anyone.

"Cheryl came around here again looking for you." Zayn chuckled while Louis laughs choking up is soda a bit.

I rolled my eyes, " Really?" I say uninterested kicking my legs and leaning back in the chair.

I could careless about this conversation, I just needed them to agree with coming along to make a visit. I just needed to find a way of saying it without sounding ridiculous why I was making the visit.

Besides, I'm doing it on behalf of Bee, but no one knows I'm associating myself with her, not even my best mates.

"Why have you been avoiding her, like she's said sorry a million times." Louis urges for answers for my behavior towards Cheryl.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, a cheater is a cheater. And what she did was worse than cheating. You know that like I do." I input angrily balling my fist.

"You can't hold that against her forever. How could she know that something like that would happen?" Zayn tries backing Louis up making me pinch my temple in irritation.

"I got an idea! How about you two date her. Hm, since you love standing up for her." I slap my hands together at the both of them ending all voices, but the television screaming at us.

I pulled a cigarette from my pocket placing it in between my lips, then patting my pockets for my matches.

Feeling nothing I groaned, " That's just great."

"No thanks I'll pass." Zayn laughs throwing me his matches while I catch them with my right hand. I nod at him in thanks. Flicking a match and lighting my waiting cigarette.

I took a puff letting the nicotine do it's job in my system. I loved a good cigarette on a stressful night.

"Yeah, I'll pass on Cheryl." Louis grins, but then his face straightened a bit in thought. "But you know, that girl we met at the diner."

I felt myself shift in my chair a bit. He better not say who I'm thinking he's going to say.

"What was her name again?" Louis snapped his finger in remembrance.

"Gosh, it had a nice ring to it." Niall steps in scratching his temple.

"She had like two names, right." Zayn intrudes with his comments as all three began brainstorming.

"Was it like Bobby Lee?" Niall snaps thinking he's figured it out.

" No, it was lik-" Louis starts, but I rolled my eyes holding back the irrational pull.

"Her name was Billie Jean." I say to them as they all smile.

"Yeah, shit man you have good memory." Niall smiles looking amused at my 'accomplishment'.

I flick the ash from my cigarette in response, "What about her?" I turn my attention to Louis.

"I think she's a brick house, if I ever cross her paths again I'll-"

"Louis, she's a n*gro. There's not much you can do with a poor black girl, but play with their feelings." Zayn butts in as the room burst into laughter.

My eyes averted to Zayn and before I could control myself my body darted from the seat to couch where he sat, the cigar still laying between my lips.

I fell on his level, standing face to face piercing into his eyes.

"Don't ever talk about her like that again. Watch your fucking mouth, Zayn." I uttered to him as he swallowed in shock at how fast his friend could possibly turn on him.

He shoved me a bit, " What the hell is your problem? You don't even know her? She's just a black girl!" he stands up leveling up to me as I stood there unfazed.

I inhaled my cigarette nodding at him. " That's your problem. That's all you assholes problem." I shout point at the three of them. "You think because we're a shade lighter we're any better than black people. I've came across amazing people who's not even our skin color." I told them as the two of them gazed at me.

Niall sat there in thought then looked at me as if lightning has struck him down.

The basement was silent and I was itching to leave, I was already on a time schedule and my plans of asking them to come along on a visit has miserably failed.

"It's getting late. I'm heading home." I gave in flicking the cigarette and rubbing my messy hair.

I didn't wait for their goodbyes; instead I threw the lit cig on the ground crushing it with my boot and storming off. I stomped up the wooden stairs how I came and my way out Zayn's front door.

The rain must have stopped, only the road looked moist and the smell of musky water filled my surroundings.

Before getting to my car the front door swung open and slammed as if someone followed me. The patter of their feet followed making me look up to see Niall, eyes widen.

"It's Billie Jean." he said below a whisper making my throat run dry.

"What are you talking about?" I say pulling my door opened ready to hop in, but he was stopping me from moving.

"The girl you've been seeing is Billie Jean, isn't it?" Niall points his index at me, my eyes averting from side to side as I shut my car door.

"No, i-it's not." I say clinging to my car keys for some type of reassurance.

"Yes you are, you're seeing a n*gro." Niall utters, my body suddenly inflames in purified anger as I slap my hand on top my car.

"Niall swear to God, I'll fucking hurt you if you call her that again." I yelled at him as he jumped a bit.

"So it's true?" Niall says rubbing through his hair in shock.

"And if it was? So what!" I yelled at him. "You don't know her like I do. None of you do. So back off."

I opened my car door flinging myself inside throwing my keys in the ignition.

"Harry wait. Let's talk about this!" Niall pleads at my passenger window.

In anger I yelled out, " There's nothing to talk about. Stay out of it." I put my car in drive and slammed my foot on the gas zooming from Zayn's home and leaving Niall there in shock.

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