Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 16: Treat

Chapter 16: Treat

Lara's POV

I decided to text Jamie. I really need her. Sometimes she gets on my nerves and I literally can not stand her. But today I need a friend.

Me: Meet me at my locker after you get your stuff

Jamie: Sure thing babe.

I go to my Iocker and thank god there's no stupid ass teens surrounding it today.
I put my books from homework in and get out my notebook and iPad. Yes at my school we have iPads so we don't have to carry a bunch of heavy books around.

I wait there for 6 minutes until Jamie finally shows up. She's a slow one.

"So what do you need?" She asks.

"It's about harry." I continue on, "Niall told me a bunch of stories at the fire."

"You have to tell me everything." She responds. As if I wasn't. Of course I'm going to tell her everything I was told.

"Good thing we have homeroom together." She says.

"Yeah, come on we're gonna sit in the back." I pull her arm and we run down the hall into Mrs.Williams room.
There's only 5 other people in here right now, so the back seats are open.
We sit down and I start to tell her everything I was told.

Harry's POV

"NIALL JAMES HORAN! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I barge into Niall's flat and start stomping through the rooms trying to find him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP HARRY IM IN THE BATHROOM!" I hear him scream his response from upstairs.

I don't care if he's taking a shit or piss, I'm going in there wether he likes it or not. It's not like I haven't seen him naked before. He does his dares.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN? GET OUTTA HERE!" He screams at me when I barge into the bathroom.

"I don't give a fuck if you taking a shit. You tell me what you told her now or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else I'll fucking beat the shit out of you. You know I'm not fucking around. Speak now or get beat."

"Okay okay. Can you at least wait in the living room? I gotta wipe."

"Fine." I calmly walk out and close the door. I make my way downstairs to the living room and wait. I don't sit. I lean up against the wall by the fireplace. Niall better fucking tell me everything. If he doesn't I will eventually find out and I might just kill him.

What feels like four fucking years, he finally walks into the living room.

"Are you gonna sit?" He asks and motions towards the couch.

"No." I shortly respond. "Now you can either tell me all of it truthfully and get off the hook, you can refuse and get beat, or you can lie for me to find out later then might end up dead." I continue.

"Would you chill the fuck out? Maybe I could tell you what I told her if you would actually shut the fuck up and let me speak." He says.
I stay silent and let him continue on and tell his part, hopefully truthfully, of the story.

"We were sitting out around the fire.."
"No shit Sherlock." He glares at me from interrupting him and continues,
"I told her about the bets, fights, drugs, sex, and all that shit. Don't sweat it. I didn't tell her about your horrible fucking bet going on right now."
He has more to tell so I keep my trap shut yet.

"I told her we do drugs. We have our whole gang. We have meaningless fucks with random ass people. We drink. We make stupid ass bets that are just like huge dares. I didn't give her fucking detail. I don't get why this is such a big deal. It's not like you give a fuck anyway harry."