Deceit
Beginnings
Chapter One:
I suppose the beginning is the best place to start. My name is Pippa, I’m sixteen and I live in Goostrey. Which is a town with a weird name in Cheshire, England.
It all started on a Friday. The first Friday of the Summer Holidays. A pool of time and possibility. I was meant to be meeting my boyfriend - oh yeah, I have a boyfriend. He’s called Jake. Jake’s a decent guy, quite good looking and he makes me laugh. So I was meant to be meeting Jake for a cute picnic in the park. I know it’s cheesy it makes me cringe just writing it but we’re only doing this because it’s our two month anniversary. The fact we’re celebrating it makes me cringe too because we sound like one of those couples that wear matching t-shirts and celebrate 1 week anniversaries. But we’re not. It was all Jake’s idea because we never see each other that much. I’m always free but never at the same time as him or things just don’t work out. But we want to make it work. So now I’m getting ready for my date with Jake. I put on leggings and a burgundy sweatshirt and converses before putting on some make-up and brushing my hazel-coloured hair out. Just as i’m about to leave my house my phone buzzes and even before I open the text my heart drops, because I already know what it will say.
“Sorry babe, can’t make it tonight, mums being a bitch :(
Jake xxx"
I threw my phone on the floor and it smashes but I don’t even care. I curl up in a ball on the sofa for several minutes before pulling myself together and clearing up the remaining segments of my phone, removing my make-up and changing into my pyjamas. I’m over-reacting right, it wasn’t his fault it was his mums, calm your tits Pippa. Well this isn’t the first time it had happened you see and to top it all off my mum came home a few minutes later like “Oh Pippa, I saw Jake’s mum in Asda(wallmart, whatever), she said that Jake has some friends round tonight and that they’re being very loud. You should tell him to be more considerate of his mother!" She chuckled “I’ll tell him" I bluntly replied.
But that’s not the “big event". That’s not why I’m writing to you because that’s just life. That’s just one shit day out of a lifetime of many. I’m writing to you because something bigger happened. I received a facebook message from Jake later that evening.
"Pippa let me make it up to u. Meet u in lilliput 2moro at 8”
Lilliput is a club in Cheshire. It’s in a town called Holmes Chapel which is pretty much the closest town to Goostrey. It’s pretty expensive. I decided that this would be Jake’s last chance.
The next day rolled around pretty fast. I decided to wear a black skater skirt and bodycon crop top. After feeling rather satisfied with my attire - which is rare for me - I left my house and headed for Lilliput. The time was 7:50. The sky was black but this shiny new club illuminated it’s stars. A variety of neon colours were being launched into my eyes as I entered. Body grinding against body. Bass booming against speakers. I felt free. I couldn’t see Jake yet so I sat myself at the bar and ordered a vodka and coke. 7:52. No sign of Jake. 7:54. No sign of Jake. 7:59. Still no sign of Jake. 8:01. I think I’m going crazy. Someone taps me on the shoulder making me jump and half fall off my chair in the most awkward way possible. “Shit" I mumble trying to pull myself back together. I look up, expecting to see Jake but instead I am met with piercing green eyes, staring into my soul, encouraged by a smile protruding on plump lips. Dimples revealing themselves, making my stomach flutter. “Hi" I say after marvelling at his beauty for some time. “Hey, a-are you okay?" A smirk plays on his mouth. I laugh nervously “Yeah, you just erm, startled me. Can I help you?"
"Just wondering if you wanted a drink, you seemed err…lonely and well, my friends have ditched me for girls" He gestures to about four guys who are enjoying grinding their crotch against some girl’s arse. “Oh, well I’ve already got a drink, i’m just waiting for m-" I was interrupted by a screaming girl. “Pippa! Oh Em Geeeee! What are you doing here babes?! Jake said he was gonna have a quiet night in with you tonight aww how sweet!" It was this girl from my school who I rarely speak to. I’m guessing she’s only come over to me because of the handsome guy next to me. Wait what was she saying about Jake? “Wait, what di-" “Why are you here babe? Jake’s sooo romantic you’re so lucky, if I had a guy like him then I would be-" I had to make her shut up. “Would you shut up Marisa?" She looked stunned, but it shut her up. “Just, tell me what Jake said." I sighed. Basically Jake wasn’t coming. Marisa left me alone. I sat in silence in a loud nightclub before being dragged back into reality by a deep, husky voice. “Who is it you’re waiting for?"
"No one. How about that drink?" I said.
"You’ve already got one" He smirked
"A stronger one please" I grinned back. The boy extended his hand with a smile. “I’m Harry" “Pippa" I replied, fist-bumping his attempted handshake. Harry got us several rounds of shots causing my head to spin. The liquid stung my throat but soothed my aching heart. He grabbed my hand and lead me to his group of friends (whom also happened to be extremely attractive). One who I learnt was called Zayn was smoking a dodgy piece of paper, making me wonder how old these guys were but at this instant I didn’t care. “Let me guess, you’ve had a shit night" He said, well shouted rather due to the booming music. I nodded “Is it that obvious?"
"I can tell because you’re with Harry. And Harry only ever pulls girls who are having a shit night because their on their own and they’re on the rebound" He laughed before receiving a punch from Harry. “I have not been ‘pulled’ I am simply Harold’s new friend" I tried to seem as intellectual as possible but i’m pretty sure I just seemed like a slurring drunk. Which I was. Zayn rolled his eyes before handing me the dodgy cigarette “Here, this’ll help" I raised an eyebrow at him before enhaling the joint and coughing beyond belief. Zayn burst out laughing “First time?" I sheepishly nodded. “You don’t have to smoke that, Pippa" Harry whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine. I turned around to face him and studied his expression. Concern, anger and amusement played on his features. I went to raise the spliff to my lips before it was stolen from my hands. Harry placed it between his lips and inhaled, closing his eyes. He released a cloud of smoke before dropping the cigarette on the floor and stamping it out. “Don’t feel you have to do things" His face was hard. The substance in the cigarette, whatever it was, was beginning to sink in. “Do what you want to do, not what you think you have to" He said, placing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I have never been shown such affection by a guy before, even in that simple, meaningless gesture.It felt lovely. And then I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I want to kiss you." And I did. He stood still at first before realising my actions. My hands travelled to his hair as his tongue breached my lips. I began to play with his curls as his hands travelled down my back, a moan escaped from my lips as he gently bit down on my lower lip. I heard wooping and rude remarks from the boys behind us, suddenly pulling me into reality. I pulled away suddenly, confusing everyone. “Shit." Was all I said. “I’ve got a boyfriend"
"You’ve got a what?!" Harry was fuming, why was he this angry? “Why are we doing this! You can’t cheat on anyone. Anyone." He threw his hands on his head and had a determined look on his face. Pulling me to an alley outside of the club he asked me. “Do you love this guy?" “I-I don’t know…I mean I guess? I was meant to meet him here tonight but he blew me off. I don’t know! He always does this!"
"Pippa, why did you kiss me?"
"I guess, you made me feel like a real person, like I mattered and I haven’t felt like this for a long time. And actually, you kissed me back!"
"Shit, I know. Look, what’s your phone number?"
"I don’t have a phone" Harry rolled his eyes."Seriously, I threw it on the floor and it smashed."
"Why did you smash your phone?" He smiled
"Nevermind, just email me or facebook message me or something."
"What’s your-"
"Pippa Radley" He paused with a smile.
"You’re so strange" He observed
"How nice of you to say, Harold" Sarcastic.
"It’s not Harold, It’s Harry - Harry Styles”
I suppose the beginning is the best place to start. My name is Pippa, I’m sixteen and I live in Goostrey. Which is a town with a weird name in Cheshire, England.
It all started on a Friday. The first Friday of the Summer Holidays. A pool of time and possibility. I was meant to be meeting my boyfriend - oh yeah, I have a boyfriend. He’s called Jake. Jake’s a decent guy, quite good looking and he makes me laugh. So I was meant to be meeting Jake for a cute picnic in the park. I know it’s cheesy it makes me cringe just writing it but we’re only doing this because it’s our two month anniversary. The fact we’re celebrating it makes me cringe too because we sound like one of those couples that wear matching t-shirts and celebrate 1 week anniversaries. But we’re not. It was all Jake’s idea because we never see each other that much. I’m always free but never at the same time as him or things just don’t work out. But we want to make it work. So now I’m getting ready for my date with Jake. I put on leggings and a burgundy sweatshirt and converses before putting on some make-up and brushing my hazel-coloured hair out. Just as i’m about to leave my house my phone buzzes and even before I open the text my heart drops, because I already know what it will say.
“Sorry babe, can’t make it tonight, mums being a bitch :(
Jake xxx"
I threw my phone on the floor and it smashes but I don’t even care. I curl up in a ball on the sofa for several minutes before pulling myself together and clearing up the remaining segments of my phone, removing my make-up and changing into my pyjamas. I’m over-reacting right, it wasn’t his fault it was his mums, calm your tits Pippa. Well this isn’t the first time it had happened you see and to top it all off my mum came home a few minutes later like “Oh Pippa, I saw Jake’s mum in Asda(wallmart, whatever), she said that Jake has some friends round tonight and that they’re being very loud. You should tell him to be more considerate of his mother!" She chuckled “I’ll tell him" I bluntly replied.
But that’s not the “big event". That’s not why I’m writing to you because that’s just life. That’s just one shit day out of a lifetime of many. I’m writing to you because something bigger happened. I received a facebook message from Jake later that evening.
"Pippa let me make it up to u. Meet u in lilliput 2moro at 8”
Lilliput is a club in Cheshire. It’s in a town called Holmes Chapel which is pretty much the closest town to Goostrey. It’s pretty expensive. I decided that this would be Jake’s last chance.
The next day rolled around pretty fast. I decided to wear a black skater skirt and bodycon crop top. After feeling rather satisfied with my attire - which is rare for me - I left my house and headed for Lilliput. The time was 7:50. The sky was black but this shiny new club illuminated it’s stars. A variety of neon colours were being launched into my eyes as I entered. Body grinding against body. Bass booming against speakers. I felt free. I couldn’t see Jake yet so I sat myself at the bar and ordered a vodka and coke. 7:52. No sign of Jake. 7:54. No sign of Jake. 7:59. Still no sign of Jake. 8:01. I think I’m going crazy. Someone taps me on the shoulder making me jump and half fall off my chair in the most awkward way possible. “Shit" I mumble trying to pull myself back together. I look up, expecting to see Jake but instead I am met with piercing green eyes, staring into my soul, encouraged by a smile protruding on plump lips. Dimples revealing themselves, making my stomach flutter. “Hi" I say after marvelling at his beauty for some time. “Hey, a-are you okay?" A smirk plays on his mouth. I laugh nervously “Yeah, you just erm, startled me. Can I help you?"
"Just wondering if you wanted a drink, you seemed err…lonely and well, my friends have ditched me for girls" He gestures to about four guys who are enjoying grinding their crotch against some girl’s arse. “Oh, well I’ve already got a drink, i’m just waiting for m-" I was interrupted by a screaming girl. “Pippa! Oh Em Geeeee! What are you doing here babes?! Jake said he was gonna have a quiet night in with you tonight aww how sweet!" It was this girl from my school who I rarely speak to. I’m guessing she’s only come over to me because of the handsome guy next to me. Wait what was she saying about Jake? “Wait, what di-" “Why are you here babe? Jake’s sooo romantic you’re so lucky, if I had a guy like him then I would be-" I had to make her shut up. “Would you shut up Marisa?" She looked stunned, but it shut her up. “Just, tell me what Jake said." I sighed. Basically Jake wasn’t coming. Marisa left me alone. I sat in silence in a loud nightclub before being dragged back into reality by a deep, husky voice. “Who is it you’re waiting for?"
"No one. How about that drink?" I said.
"You’ve already got one" He smirked
"A stronger one please" I grinned back. The boy extended his hand with a smile. “I’m Harry" “Pippa" I replied, fist-bumping his attempted handshake. Harry got us several rounds of shots causing my head to spin. The liquid stung my throat but soothed my aching heart. He grabbed my hand and lead me to his group of friends (whom also happened to be extremely attractive). One who I learnt was called Zayn was smoking a dodgy piece of paper, making me wonder how old these guys were but at this instant I didn’t care. “Let me guess, you’ve had a shit night" He said, well shouted rather due to the booming music. I nodded “Is it that obvious?"
"I can tell because you’re with Harry. And Harry only ever pulls girls who are having a shit night because their on their own and they’re on the rebound" He laughed before receiving a punch from Harry. “I have not been ‘pulled’ I am simply Harold’s new friend" I tried to seem as intellectual as possible but i’m pretty sure I just seemed like a slurring drunk. Which I was. Zayn rolled his eyes before handing me the dodgy cigarette “Here, this’ll help" I raised an eyebrow at him before enhaling the joint and coughing beyond belief. Zayn burst out laughing “First time?" I sheepishly nodded. “You don’t have to smoke that, Pippa" Harry whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine. I turned around to face him and studied his expression. Concern, anger and amusement played on his features. I went to raise the spliff to my lips before it was stolen from my hands. Harry placed it between his lips and inhaled, closing his eyes. He released a cloud of smoke before dropping the cigarette on the floor and stamping it out. “Don’t feel you have to do things" His face was hard. The substance in the cigarette, whatever it was, was beginning to sink in. “Do what you want to do, not what you think you have to" He said, placing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I have never been shown such affection by a guy before, even in that simple, meaningless gesture.It felt lovely. And then I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I want to kiss you." And I did. He stood still at first before realising my actions. My hands travelled to his hair as his tongue breached my lips. I began to play with his curls as his hands travelled down my back, a moan escaped from my lips as he gently bit down on my lower lip. I heard wooping and rude remarks from the boys behind us, suddenly pulling me into reality. I pulled away suddenly, confusing everyone. “Shit." Was all I said. “I’ve got a boyfriend"
"You’ve got a what?!" Harry was fuming, why was he this angry? “Why are we doing this! You can’t cheat on anyone. Anyone." He threw his hands on his head and had a determined look on his face. Pulling me to an alley outside of the club he asked me. “Do you love this guy?" “I-I don’t know…I mean I guess? I was meant to meet him here tonight but he blew me off. I don’t know! He always does this!"
"Pippa, why did you kiss me?"
"I guess, you made me feel like a real person, like I mattered and I haven’t felt like this for a long time. And actually, you kissed me back!"
"Shit, I know. Look, what’s your phone number?"
"I don’t have a phone" Harry rolled his eyes."Seriously, I threw it on the floor and it smashed."
"Why did you smash your phone?" He smiled
"Nevermind, just email me or facebook message me or something."
"What’s your-"
"Pippa Radley" He paused with a smile.
"You’re so strange" He observed
"How nice of you to say, Harold" Sarcastic.
"It’s not Harold, It’s Harry - Harry Styles”
9/22/13