searching the stars // h.s.

11

"just black?" louis asks, staring at my coffee.

"yeah." i shrug, taking a small sip of it. "my uncle and i only drink black coffee."

"it's a bit strong, don't you think?" louis scrunches his nose in disgust and i laugh.

"let's get harry's vote." i gesture towards harry who is walking over to the table with his own coffee.

after the situation at the party last night, louis and i decided to hangout with harry for the day.

"what about me?" he asks, placing the napkins onto the table as he sits down beside me and across from louis.

"black coffee, yes or no?" louis stares at him, hoping he'll say no.

"it's alright." harry glances at me as i smile in victory.

"for fuck's sake hazza." louis rolls his eyes. "you just had to say no."

"sorry, next time i'll read the script."

we all laugh when the door to the café swings open, revealing camille.

"here we go." louis sighs and harry turns to face camille.

"hey cami-" he begins to go in for a hug before she pushes him away.

"calum said he saw you last night. he said that you were messed up, looking kind of high." she angrily says and my heart stops. "he said he didn't really want to ask why, but it was strange that you said maryah's name."

"what?" i turn to her and she scoffs. i want to say something but louis places his hand on my wrist in a 'don't do anything irrational' type of way.

"i was in the kitchen just crying." harry tries to make an excuse, knowing that he was, in fact, not in the kitchen.

"you were in the bathroom having good times." i look at him in anger, not allowing him to throw me under the bus.

"you're lying." he looks at me and louis lets go of my arm, about to say something himself.

"god, i feel sick." i stare at the ground and feel like i'm about to faint.

"who were you with?" camille speaks again. "it was maryah, wasn't it."

who the fuck does this bitch think she is?

"are you serious right now?" i look up at her and she rolls her eyes.

"maryah-" louis whispers, knowing exactly what i'm about to do. he knows i'm not scared of going to jail.

"louis stop." harry whispers.

"so it's may fault that your man doesn't like you?" i ask, beginning to dig deep into her insecurities.

technically, she came at me first.

"you took the words right out of my mouth." she shrugs and i feel my blood begin to boil.

"maryah," louis pulls my arm gently. "leave it alone."

"you're acting as if i flirted back with him!" i yell, drawing every single pair of eyes in this building towards us and camille slightly backs up.

"well-" she begins to explain before i cut her off again.

"you can even ask louis," i point to louis. "i didn't fucking flirt-"

"you did though." harry interrupts me and even louis looks like he's about to start throwing punches.

"no she didn't." louis looks at harry in confusion and disgust.

"wow..." i stare at harry in shock and betrayal.

"i always knew there was a reason i didn't like you." camille stares down at me and i feel my body go cold.

"camille," harry grabs her hand. "leave it alone."

yeah camille, shut the fuck up before i hit you so hard that you finally choose an accent.

"harry you really reached a new low, didn't you?" louis asks and harry doesn't even look up, meeting his eyes.

"his standards did when he got with maryah." camille shrugs and i look up at her in disbelief. she's really got some nerve.

"fuck off camille." louis argues with her without hesitation.

"make me." camille hisses and i begin to stand up when harry does the same.

"let's go." he places his hand on camille's back and walks her out of the café, not looking back.

"what a twat." louis scoffs and i can't help but laugh.

"i thought they were broken up."

"they are. she just doesn't know boundaries." louis shrugs and i roll my eyes.

"she'll get what's coming to her."