Rumors

Slithering Snake -12

My old friend, Scar, is coming over today. She's in New York for the week, so she thought she'd come and see me. She walked though the door, and gave me a hug. Harry came in shortly after. He wanted to come over and talk about Zayn leaving the band. I think he was a bit sad that one of his best friend had left him and wont see him for a while. Scar had her eyes locked on Harry. Scar did have a way with men. She'd show up every night with a different guy wen we lived together. I knew that look, and I knew it was no good.

"Scar, this is Harry. Harry this is Scar," I rolled my eyes, and walked away. I knew Scar would stay and talk to Harry, and Harry would fall for her play. He'd leave here with her. Not this time...

"Nice to meet you, Harry," I saw Scar move her breasts closer to Harry.

"Harry, babe," I began "Why don't you sit down with me," I sat on the sofa. Harry walked over, and sat down. Scar followed, and sat across from us.

"Nice place you got," Scar only looked at Harry.

I narrowed my eyes at her. I put my hand on Harry's inner thigh, and said to Scar, "Yeah Harry picked it out for us," I'm sick and tired of Scar always getting the guys. I'm done. Harry is mine.

"Harry must have nice taste," Scar moved her hair to one side of her face.

"Thank you," Harry said a bit confused by my actions.

I moved my hand up his thigh. I felt Harry tense up. I just smiled. I don't think he knew I had this side to me. But I'm like a chameleon, I have tons of diffrent sides.

"So how's the whole music thing going?" Scar asked looking at me for only a split second.

"Pretty well," I said. I looked over at Harry and smiled still slightly moving my hand up.

Harry sat up and said, "Scar, you have to go now," He walked over to the door, and opened it for her. Scar kissed his cheek before she left. Harry walked up to me, and asked, "What was that?"

"I was trying to make her jealous," I whispered. I knew I seemed really dumb but I hate her. I used to really like her, but she changed so much.

"Bloody job well done," Harry said. The door opened, and Harry planted his lips on mine. His hands ran down my body sending me chills down my spine. His hands felt my bra though my shirt. There was a flash. I think I'm about to pass out. I parted, and looked at who was at the door. It was Scar. That's why Harry kissed me.

"I left my bag," Scar grabbed her clutch, and slowly walked out the door.

"What was that?" I asked.

"You said you wanted to make her jealous," Harry shrugged.

"She tweets everything," I said.

"I'm sure our managers wont mind," Harry walked away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Cara, when we first met you where pure. The fame hadn't gotten to you. Now you're worrying about a picture of us making out is going to be on twitter," He turned around. "Now you're trying to make people jealous. It's just not like you."

"What?" I asked.

"You've become far too good at lying."

Harry was right. I hate to say that he is, but he is. I shook my head, and went to my room.

Harry opened my door. Does anyone knock?! "Are you okay?" Harry asked as he came in, and shut the door.

"Not now Harry," I said. "I'm tired."

"Are we friends?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. I think we are," I was too sad to think. I'm not myself.

"It's okay to be afraid," Harry sat at the foot of my bed as the sun started to set.

"But it will never be the same," I looked down.

"I'm here for you," Harry said as he got up.

"Wait!" I called out. "Can you stay?"

"Sure," Harry got in bed with me, and we watched tv all night long.

--Interview--

"So there's a photo of Harry and you," The interviewer said as the picture Scar took showed up on the TV between us. Harry's hands where on my back, and my hands where lost in his curls. I let a small smile shine though. It faded once I remembered what Harry said to me. "So tell us about this picture," She said.

I looked down to the right, and smiled. I looked back to her and said, "I'm a little embarrassed,"

"Why?" She asked me.

"It's just odd seeing it. Like in the moment it was beautiful. And seeing us like that is beautiful. But I don't want to be seen as the girl who always makes out with Harry Styles you know?" I tried to explain. Seems like every photo there is of me lately is me making out with Harry.

"Oh. You do like kissing him don't you?" She asked as if she knew something.

"Yeah. I do. I really do," I smiled.

"So are you two back together?" She asked with eager eyes.

"We haven't really talked about it yet," I said.

"So what? He just came over to your room, and kissed you?" She asked.

"He came over to talk and my friend, who took that picture after she had left, came over so we talked. She left and Harry started kissing me. She came back for her bag, and snapped the photo."

"Scar tweeted that you where all flirty with him when she was there," The interviewer smiled softly.

"I'd rather not talk about that," I looked away. I didn't want my whole life out there. Not yet. What would people think?

"Well between you and I," She began. "I think he'd make a terrible mistake if he doesn't get back with you," She winked at me as she gave me a smile.