-Bella’s POV-

I wake up with a pounding in my head.
How much did I drink last night?


I lean over rubbing my temples in a circular motion to find the curly haired boy with ink on his back, and looked down to find myself naked under the covers of the bed.


Oh no.. We didn’t have-


"Good morning to you to" his husky morning voice says. I hadn’t realised that I had just been staring at him and he had woke up


"Ah hey" I awkwardly smile, and he rubs his eyes "umm ahh did we-.... What happened last night?"


"You don’t remember?” he smirks evilly. Oh no


"I think I would remember if I didn’t drink so much"


"Well first u got piss drunk then we came up here and you were all over me"


"And?.." I push on for more information


"Don’t worry babe, I wouldn't do that to you while you were in that state" he pecks my lips and I blush
"So how come sam didn’t come ?"


"She’s moving in with the Tomlinson’s”


"Oh really" I hear relief in his tone "niall is not gonna like that one bit" he smirks


"am I better then louis?" he blurts out


"What, louis? What made you think I like louis"


"Well I.. I heard you talking to sam.. Saying that he was hot and stuff" Harry’s cheeks are turning red and he scratching the back of his neck nervously. Is he jealous?


"Oh, well you don’t need to worry babe coz your way hotter and I actually love you" as soon as those words escape my mouth, his eyes are full blown and his mouth opens in terror


"Shit! I mean I like you" I have no idea why those words came out but they can’t be true.


I can’t love harry


-Sam’s POV-


“Here is you room Sally” Troy says as he flicks the light on, in my new room.


I groan at his naming choice and say “Its Sam” while rolling my eyes


“Sure thing Samantha” he attempts to joke but i keep my lips in a straight line and he leaves the room.


Sure i can be harsh on Troy, but just because my mum loves him doesn’t mean i have too as well. Besides, i am never calling him my real dad.


My parents split up when i was three, and back then it didn’t really affect me.


Until i started to see my friend’s parents getting along, it made me realise that i was different. Seeing my mum work hours and hours just to keep us above water was tough, while my dad had all the high-end.


“Hey soon-to-be sista” Louis cheered, entering my room.


Louis wasn’t as bad as his father; at least he knew my name.


We talked for awhile then he helped me unpack my boxes of clothing and furniture. He crinkled his nose every time he would fold up a pair of my jeans or floor length skirts.


I chuckled to myself before he made a comment which caught my attention “Why don’t you wear short skirts or short shorts. Niall would like you much more”


After awhile, he left to go to Chad’s party tonight. I swear there is a party on every night, with the populars.


I face plant into my bed and lay down in exhaustion, because a whole day of packing and unpacking boxers is tiering.


Louis’ comment about my clothing choice stays in my head and echoes through my mind. Would niall like me more if i wasn’t so innocent? Of course he would! He likes girls with short dresses, good show of cleavage and a shit ton of makeup, but that just isn’t me.


But if that’s what makes my niall happy, that’s what i’m gonna do.


-Niall’s POV-


“Yeah” i groan “you like that baby” i moan as i thrust into some random chick at Zayn’s party


She’s speechless, and i don’t blame her, im pretty good at this, i’ve done it plenty of times before


We both reach our climax and she lays next to me in silence until she speaks up


“So i here you and that Sam chick are going out?” she raisers her brows at me


“What! Why on earth would i want to date that innocent geek who doesn’t even know how to blow a guy off?!” i lie, remembering the way Sam felt wrapped around me


“Well i’ve heard rumors-“


“Don’t worry, that chick is nothing to me”


-Bella’s POV-


“Get you sexy arse dressed cause we going to the mall!” she slightly yells through the phone


“Ahh who is this?”


“Its me Sam, now get you damn arse ready, i’ll be round’ by five”


“Sam! Why the heck are you speaking like that?”


“Cause, i don’t know about you, but i want to change. Change for the better so our ‘boys’ will like us better”


I have thought about changing so Harry will like me better but i never thought i would actually do it.

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“What about this?” Sam asks, as she pulls the shortest skirt i’ve ever seen in my live before, off the rack. I make a gaging noise and nod ‘no’


“C’mon Bells, you have to find something that Harry will like” she wines. She had already bought her ‘new’ set of clothes so it was just me, she was waiting for.


“But- I just..- Fine, you poo head” i give in and take the skirt out of her hands


“Good. Oh and also enough with the kiddy language, im a shit head, not a poo head”


“Yeah Yeah” i say as she stacks random clothes into my hands and puts them on the paying counter.


“Ok” she exclaims “Now for the makeup”


-Harry’s POV-

*MONDAY*


Me and the lads are making our way to our lockers while Liam taps me and niall on the shoulders


“What?” i say, but my jaw drops as i follow his eye sight to Sam and Bella walking down the halls.


What.. the.. fuck?


I feel as if my drool is dripping down on the floor, but she looks so fucking hot. The way her black shorts cling to her perfect waist and the crop top shows off her very nice rack.


As she walks past i stop her and whisper “Ok i know the other night i said i was loving the new you, but this is just too much, i don’t like it”


She frowns then says “You don’t like it?”


“No, i fucking love it”

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