The next few days in London flew by. I had spent time with Danielle and Eleanor and we had become quite close with one another. Niall had flown back to Ireland to spend Christmas with his family and I saw the other boys quite frequently. Harry had taken me out to see more of London and our relationship had evolved more and more. The hate was also easier to manage, thanks to the girls. Before I knew it, it was the day before Christmas Eve, the day of Louis’ birthday party.

“I don’t know what to wear,” I exclaimed, digging through my suitcase.

Eleanor sat up from Harry’s bed and came to the rescue. “What about this,” she asked, handing me a piece of fabric. I grabbed it and held it up to my body and then went to the bathroom to try it on. I came out, looking into the mirror. It was a short, blue silky dress that went half way down my thighs. It hugged my thighs but opened up a little, not hugging my whole body. It had loose fabric creases in it every which way. There was fabric hanging from the shoulders, acting as sleeves.
Eleanor grinned at me, “Babe, you look fit.”

I began blush a little. I had never been to a club before, since back home I was underage, so finding the perfect outfit was a little frustrating. But this dress was perfect. I had bought it but never wore it. Eleanor left, going home to get ready herself. I curled my long brown hair, placing every big curl perfectly. I hair sprayed the hell out of it, just to make sure it would stay. I touched up my makeup and dug through my shoe bag, pulling out my favorite pair of rhinestone Gucci shoes. They were tan colored but they had so many rhinestones, you could barely see the color. I slid on the shoes; they gave me a good two inches to my height.

“ARIAAAAAAAAAA! BLOODY HELL, WOMAN! COME ON!” Louis yelled from the room downstairs.

I peeked over the glass railing, down at Harry and Louis below. I cleared my throat, causing them both to look up. Harry smiled and Louis just looked impatient. “You whine more than anyone I have ever met, Louis.”

Louis grimaced at me, “Yeah, well… You take too long.”

I snorted at his horrible comeback and made my way out of the room, down to the boys. “Finally,” Louis moaned after they saw me decending the stairs. Harry popped him in the back of the head, Louis just rolling his eyes. Harry took my hand and Louis opened the door, making his way to the van. Harry leaned in, whispering in my ear, “You look beautiful.”

I blushed and smiled at him. We got into the cab, taking our seats by Louis. In the back sit Liam and Zayn. The van moved forward and I turned around in my seat, “Zayn, is Perrie coming?”

Zayn smiled, “She said she would try. She’s got a lot going on though.”

I smiled slightly, nodding and turning back around. The van went down the streets of London, pulling up to a building with a long line of people. We made our way into the night, finding Eleanor and Danielle standing by the door. Both were dressed to the top notch. Eleanor was wearing black skinny jeans, with a loose, silver sequence top which cut off above her belly button, showing her tight stomach and sleeves that hung off her shoulders. She still towered above me with her stiletto heels. Danielle wore a tight black dress that went down to her middle thigh with long sleeves. The form fitting dress had two slits on each side, showing off her skin underneath. They ran into their boyfriends arms, and we made our way to the front of the line. The security man let us in without any problem. The music was blaring and the lights were flickering to different colors. Bodies were gyrating on the dance floor and we made our way to the VIP area.

A waitress came over, taking our drink orders. I went with a Bay Breeze and Danielle and Eleanor decided on Long Island Ice Teas. Harry, Zayn, and Louis got Whiskey Sour and Liam stuck with the classic Gin and Tonic. I was mingling with the girls when Louis came over with a round of Tequila shots, “Come on ladies!”

Eleanor shook her head, “You know what that does to me.”

Louis grinned, “Exactly,” Eleanor began to protest but Louis cut her off, “Pleaaaaase, love.”

She rolled her brown eyes, “Alright, but only one.”

About four rounds of shots later and two Bay Breezes, I was definitely feeling it. The other girls were with their guys dancing and Zayn, Harry, and I were just sitting there talking. A somewhat tall blonde girl with fake eyelashes came up to us and smiled at Zayn. He grinned back, taking her in his arms. He turned her to me, “Aria, this is Perrie.”

I extended my hand and smiled slightly, “Pleasure.”

She rolled her eyes slightly but didn’t take my hand and turned to Zayn, “Let’s go dance.”

He nodded his head and sent me an apologetic look. I just froze there, at a loss for words. Did that really just happen? The first time I met this girls and she treats me like shit. Cool. Harry sat by me and put his arm around me, “She take some getting used to, love.”

I snorted, “Whatever. I’d rather not be around someone who doesn’t even give me a chance.”

He kissed my cheek, “Let’s go dance.”

I nodded and he pulled me to my feet. I was having a hard time walking but that didn’t stop me. I grabbed a shot before we left the VIP area and winced as it burned my throat. Harry led me through the crowds of people and the song “Swagger Jagger” by Cher Lloyd came on. Harry grabbed my hips from behind and we danced. One minute we were laughing and having fun and the next minute I was vomiting in the bathroom. So much for a fun night. Danielle was holding my hair as we sat in the bathroom. I refused to puke in the toilet, so my head was buried in a garbage bin. My head was spinning, “Dani, I just wanna go home,” I slurred out.

She nodded her head and told Eleanor to go tell the boys it was time to leave. I blacked out. The last thing I remembered was being in the van with all the boys, Liam practically sober and Louis the exact opposite, going on and on about how amazing his birthday was.

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Waking up by the toilet in Harry’s room isn’t the ideal way to start the morning. My head was pounding and my eyes were sensitive to the light. I wanted to die. I had never gotten that wasted before and never woken up with this bad a hangover. And to make it all worse, I had to meet Harry’s family today. Joy. I looked down to see I had been changed into my pajamas. I lifted my hand to my hair, feeling the matted mess. I laid my head back on the tile floor and waited to die. I heard footsteps approaching and I squinted my eyes to see, “You need to take this,” Harry’s voice mumbled.
He kneeled beside me, with a glass of water and two orange pills. I moaned in response but didn’t move. “It will make you feel better, Aria.”

I pushed myself up, snatching the pills from his hand and chugging the water down, “Thanks.”

Without a word he got up and left the room. He seemed a little annoyed. Did I do something wrong? I tried to think back to the night before. I could only remember dancing with Harry and then getting sick in the bathroom. I sat up and looked at the clock on the wall: 10:22 A.M. “Too early,” I groaned to myself.

But I knew that we were going to have to drive to Holmes Chapel, so I forced myself up. I took a hot shower and started to feel better. I towel dried my hair and threw on dark jeans and a tank top, putting on Harry’s Jack Wills hoodie over it. I went downstairs and Louis’ door was still shut. Harry was in the kitchen, making Toad in The Hole. He turned to see me, showing no emotion, “Hungry?”

The thought of food made me want to be sick all over again, “No. I’m good.”

I sat down at the kitchen table and Harry said nothing. “I hope it’s okay that I’m wearing you’re hoodie.”

He kept cooking, “It’s cool.”

Silence fell and everything became awkward. I had no idea what I had done to piss him off. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out. It was a text from Suzan:

Everything is fine here, but from what I have read, it’s not there. What’s going on?

What is she talking about? I got on Twitter to find answers. My eyes widened at what I saw. It was a picture of me slapping Perrie in the face. Okay, I felt a little guilty and then I remembered how she was a total bitch to me. I started to feel a little smug, until I realized that that was why Harry was pissed at me. Harry sat down across from me, eating his food, not making eye contact.

“I know what I did was bad, but why are you mad?”

Harry snorted, “Because we are trying to get fans on our side, Aria. Not against us. Now they think you are a total bitch.”

I looked back down at my phone. I tried to remember what she must have said to piss me off. I thought hard but nothing. I turned back to Harry, “Why did I do it?”

He shoved food into his mouth, “She said that you were just using me for fame.”

I lowered my eyes, “Do you believe her?”

Harry sat down his fork, “Of course I don’t believe her, but you shouldn’t have made a scene last night. Now it’s all over the news.”

I raised my voice slightly, “What was I supposed to do? I was drunk and not thinking clearly. But she doesn’t even know me and she’s making assumptions. Is that all I did?”

Harry looked me in the eyes, “You don’t remember, do you?” I shook my head. “We were dancing and then we went back to the VIP area. Zayn and Perrie joined us later and she gave you a dirty look when you asked her about being with Zayn. You then proceeded to ask her what the hell her problem was and she told you that you were just using me and the boys. Then you called her a fake blonde bitch and slapped her. We pulled you away from each other and then you go sick.”

I felt guilty but then a little badass. “I’m sorry, Harry…”

His hard expression melted a little, “You don’t need to say that to me. You need to say that to Zayn and Perrie. You might not like her but I can’t have things getting screwed up between me and Zayn.”

“But sh-.” I cut myself off, “Okay.”

Harry smiled at me, “We have to leave in an hour, so you should probably do it soon.”

I nodded and made my way to the door. Right when everything gets better, it gets worse. Yeah, I shouldn’t have slapped her but she shouldn’t make assumptions. This was just as much her fault as it was mine but I was getting the brutal side of all of it. Now the fans would take pity on her and I would be the bitch. Perfect.

I stopped in front of Zayn’s flat door and knocked. About a minute later, Zayn was at the door. His hair was a mess and he was only wearing gray sweats. A flash of anger went through his eyes when he noticed it was me, “Zayn, I came to apologize to you and Perrie. Is she here?”

He nodded and let me in. I sat on a sofa and he left the room. He reentered with a shirt on and Perrie at his side. She scowled at me and I tried to resist slapping her again. They both sat down across from me, both sending dagger like stares. I cleared my throat, nervously, “I’m sorry about last night. I had way too much to drink and then from the second I met you, you treated me like shit. I guess I just felt really hurt that you didn’t give me a chance. I’m sorry for causing all this drama and slapping you in the face.”

Perrie looked at me intently, scrutinizing every word. Zayn’s expression had changed to something more forgiving and he nudged Perrie in the side. She sighed, “It was wrong of me to treat you the way I did. I also shouldn’t have jumped to assumptions that you are just using the boys. You make Harry happy and I shouldn’t have tried to screw that up. You had every right to slap me. I’ll tell the fans that it was all a misunderstanding…” She turned to Zayn and continued, “And you had every right to be mad too.”

Zayn kissed her on the forehead and I smiled. I felt relieved that it was over almost as soon as it started. I stood up and Perrie led me to the door, “I should be going. Gotta leave soon.”

Zayn waved, “See ya, Aria. Have a good Christmas.”

I smiled and turned to Perrie, who leaned in and gave me a hug. She whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with venom, “I’ll do what I said about telling the fans, but you screw up one time, and you’re done for. Just remember that. And WHEN that day comes, I’ll come out smelling like a rose because everyone will think I’m right.”

She pulled away and smiled. She shut the door behind me and I stood there, dumbfounded. So, Perrie said that to make Zayn happy but she still hated my guts and was waiting for me to screw up so she can get credit for being right. Is there anything else that could help make this relationship any more complicated?

Notes

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