Bad Idea (Hariana)

033. SOMEONE CALL SECURITY

BLAIR

CHELSEA, Harry, my best friends, and me all stood in my dressing room, awkwardly staring at one another, wondering who was going to make the first move.

"Just make it quick, Chelsea. Someones coming to bring me on stage in 5 minutes." I sighed, and looked Chelsea up and down, who's eyes rested on only Harry.

"You know, I could say so much shit about you Harry." Chelsea scoffed, completely ignoring me and pointing an angry finger at Harry.

"Expose you, I mean." She corrected herself as Harry and I looked at each other in disbelief.

"You're fucking sick." Troye yelled at Chelsea. "I could expose you for so much shit, so don't even try that card." He rose up from his seat and pointed a
finger at Chelsea.

"Me too. One tweet and I could end your whole career." Victoria nodded, following Troyes lead. Harry and I watched in silence as my friends destroyed Chelsea.

"Me three. How dare you fucking try to mess with a preg-" Mikey began to add.  I locked eyes with him and gave him a cold glare, warning for him not to finish his sentence.

"A pretty girl like Blair! Who's happy!" He raised his voice, saving himself horribly. A sigh of instant relief let out from my mouth.

Harrys cheeks burned a dark red as he shook his head and waved his hands, completely at a loss for words.  "Can you all just shut up already?!" Chelsea yelled back, scolding my friends and I. 

I still cannot name a time where I have been
more angry than I was in that moment.

"You know what, chelsea?! Please, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up! I cannot name a single person that wants you here, and all you're good for is ruining the relationship I have with my boyfriend! Thank you so much for that, by the way!" I yelled back.

Everyone in the room turned so silent that you could hear only the breath escaping from their lungs.  "She's not wrong." Harry agreed silently, looking at Chelsea. Her face burned pink as she stared at the ground, ashamed of what Harry said.

I looked down into my lap, twisting the rose ring on my finger. I then pressed the 'H' necklace into my chest and sighed, leaning into the back of the couch.

My voice was reaching a breaking point, but I refused to let everyone in the room see me cry. 2 more minutes until it was time for me to go on stage.
I felt Mikey squeeze my hand yet again, signaling to me that it was all okay now.

"Just leave, Chelsea." Harry sighed and opened the door for her. "Wow. Really? Have fun with your little proposal later." She scoffed and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Victoria and Harry exchanged an anxiety filled glance.

"Back up. Proposal?" I asked Harry, my eyes squinted from the mixture of confusion, tears, and heavy false eyelashes.

Another knock on the door interrupted me.

"Why the fuck are there so many people here?!" Troye exclaimed.

"Come in." Victoria answered for me.

To my surprise, Pete Davidson opened the door.  "Hey! Woah, theres a lot of fucking people in here." Pete laughed awkwardly.

"Pete? What are you doing here?" i asked with sheer confusion in my voice. I hadn't seen him since I did Saturday Night Live with him a year or two back.

"I'm one of the producers here. It's time for you to go on stage now." He answered. I took a deep breath and nodded, my hands shaking and my palms sweating.

I stood up and walked to the door where Pete was standing, leaving my friends on the couch. Harry stood next to Victoria near the door and stared at me as I made my way over to Pete.

"Good luck, Blair. I know you'll kill it." Harry whispered and smiled gently. He leaned into me, expecting for me to kiss him.

I instead dodged it by turning my head and replacing his gesture with a hug. "That's what you get for not giving me an explanation. I expect one afterwards."
I giggled and placed a kiss onto his cheek.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see pete impatiently waiting for me to come. I pulled away from the quick hug with harry and noticed the annoyance and disappointment in his eyes.

"Thanks, Harry." I replied quietly and walked out of the dressing room, following Pete to the backstage area.

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