Always
It’s Started
Kaylie’s POV
Saturday, 3rd September
I felt so pampered at the current moment. I was sitting in a chair, in front of a desk with an array of hair and make-up products scattered across it. A mirror was placed in front of me, small globes of white light surrounding it. I had all of my long hair gathered back in a tight ponytail as a make-up artist by the name of Bea attended to my face. It took her a full 30 minutes to apply the make-up on and I was completely shocked at the result.
My skin looked near perfect, fair but glowing, my cheeks pink from the rosy blush Bea had dusted on. My full lips were coated in a simple nude lipstick, not too bold, and it matched my complexion beautifully, showing off my delicate Cupid’s bow. What she had done to my eyes was incredible. A slightly sparkly brown eye-shadow brought out the chocolate colour of my eyes as did the thick black eyeliner. My eyelashes were thick and long, framing my eyes wonderfully. I blinked at my reflection in surprise as a small smile spread across my face.
“Uh…wow! Thank you, Bea.” I said.
“You look gorgeous, dear. Now onto your hair.” She grinned and took my hair out of its ponytail, running her hands through the strands. Bea tugged a comb through my hair, getting rid of any knots or tangles, before brushing it, making it fuller and more bushy. I sat there in silence as I watched her work her magic on my ordinary hair, turning it into perfection.
Another 30 minutes passed and my hair was done. It was down in loose curls, flowing down my back. The top-half was pinned back with silver clips at the back of my head with a few strands out, framing my face. I looked different. I had to admit, I did look pretty. I never thought I could look this good. From this makeover, it made me smile and a newfound confidence arose as I stood up from my chair, not even touching my hair.
The reason for my makeover was because today was the photoshoot for the upcoming live shows. Everyone was back in England now and each contestant and group had to have a photoshoot done so it could be shown before each performance. I smiled as I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Then, in a spur of the moment decision, I took a selfie. I was never really into selfies but from the way I looked, I needed to capture my confidence in a photo.
As I walked to the wardrobe department, I posted the selfie on Twitter with the caption: Ready for the live shows! I also made it my profile picture and got off my phone when I entered the corridor. I strolled into the first door on my left and saw Alicia finishing getting into her outfit, slipping on her black heels. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=207432792) She squealed when she saw me.
“Kaylie, you look hot! And you haven’t even got into your clothes yet!”
I laughed at her comment and let one of the wardrobe assistants, Gary, guide me behind a curtain. He was gay and reminded me of an older version of Marcus. He was so flamboyant as he passed me each item of clothing, gasping like a fangirl as the outfit came together.
It took me about 10 minutes to be fully dressed and I bit my lip, running my hands down my bare arms and over my skin-tight leather leggings. I hoped I could pull this outfit off, otherwise the photoshoot would be a failure.
“Come out, Kaylie, come on!” I heard Alicia demand. I could hear the smile in her voice and Gary also tried to coax me to walk out from behind the curtain. I shuffled in my heels and slowly walked out, my arms hanging by my sides. Both Alicia and Gary grinned at me. Alicia came over and told me to stand up straight and look more confident, pressing her hand to my upper back, while Gary clapped his hands together, clearly impressed with the outfit.
“Honey, you look stunning!” He cried and another small smile ghosted across my lips. I looked down at my outfit and realised I did suit the clothes very well. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_photoshoot/set?id=207342713) Then, Gary pushed Alicia and I out of the room, telling us to go and get our photoshoots done.
“Harry’s going to cum in his pants when he sees you.” Alicia whispered.
“Alicia!” I gasped and nudged her with my elbow, my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t believe she had said something like that. Even though she had whispered it, there were many people still in the vicinity. I couldn’t risk anyone hearing her statement, especially a producer or worse, even Harry himself.
“What? You look incredible.” Alicia smiled at me.
“Thanks but…why do you think Harry would…?” I trailed off.
“Because he fancies you.”
“No, he doesn’t.” I shook my head.
“Kaylie, are you blind?! The way he looks at you is way different to the way he looks at me. The way he hugs you is way more romantic than the way he hugs me. He totally fancies you!” Alicia cried and I shushed her as we walked into the main area, where I had gotten my hair and make-up done. I looked ahead and saw Melody was just finishing her photoshoot, smiling at the camera with her hands balled up to her chest as a seductive expression swept across her beautiful face. And right next to the camera was my mentor.
His head turned in the direction of Alicia and I and from the distance, I could see his green eyes sparkle. The slightest of a smirk came upon his face and he bit his bottom lip, winking at me subtly. I blushed, the blood rushing to my cheeks in record time. If what Alicia said was true, that Harry fancied me, I didn’t understand why. He could have any girl he wanted. I was far too ordinary for him. He would never date someone like me. I was still in school, for Christ’s sake! I broke the contact between us and Alicia grinned at me.
“You see? There’s a connection between you two. And he’s still looking at you.” Her gaze flickered over my shoulder and I quickly followed her line of sight to discover that she was right. Harry was still looking at me, one arm folded across his body while his other hand rested against his mouth, playing with his bottom lip every now and then.
“Uh-oh, Queen Bitch alert.” Alicia warned me. I looked to my left and saw Melody walking towards us. Yes, her nickname was Queen Bitch. Quite apt, right? Her clothes fit her like a glove and she clearly wanted to flaunt her figure, the way she swung her hips side to side, bracelets adorning both of her wrists. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=207433625)
“Hey, girls.” Melody smiled and it wasn’t a nice smile. She was like the devil.
“Melody.” Alicia scowled at her. She made it known that she didn’t like Melody. I didn’t like her either but I hide it more because I didn’t want to get into trouble. Alicia didn’t care and she proudly showed off her dislike for Melody.
“What do you think of the outfits?” Melody asked, gesturing to her clothes as well as Alicia’s and mine, with her hands.
“They’re really great.” I answered simply.
“I love them. Although, you’re showing a bit too much cleavage, don’t you think?” Alicia raised an eyebrow at Melody. The white-blonde-haired girl narrowed her eyes at Alicia and crossed her arms, which only made her breasts look fuller.
“Why not show it off if I can?”
“Hey, hey, I’m just saying.” Alicia said, raising her hands in defence.
“Besides, there are some cute guys around here...” Melody grinned a little and I noticed her glance briefly in Harry’s direction. I badly wanted to say something and tell her to stop goggling at Harry. He’s your mentor, not a piece of meat! Fortunately, one of the crew members called my name because it was time for my photoshoot. Alicia wished me “Good luck” and Melody said nothing but I didn’t give a fuck.
I walked over onto the set and let the crew guide me and tell me what to do. I started at the end of a catwalk, the lights a bright blue around me. I held my head high and puffed my chest out, standing confidently and I didn’t miss the smile on Harry’s face when the word “action” was called. His smile made me smile and I walked down the catwalk, the camera capturing each step of mine.
0*0
The photoshoot ended up being quite fun actually. I did everything I was asked to do. I smiled down the barrel of the camera and blew streams of gold confetti off my hands. I stood with one of my hands on my hip for one shot while in another shot, my hands were clasped behind my back and I leaned down to the camera, smiling, letting my long hair flow over my shoulders. My ending shot was a close-up from my chest up, my hand placed underneath my chin as I looked intently as the camera, the left corner of my lips tugging up.
That concluded my photoshoot and it was time for Alicia to do hers. I stepped down from the catwalk as Alicia walked past me, a smile on her face. I knew she would nail her camera shots, she was amazing at everything. I walked past the camera and was heading towards the corridor when a hand on my left forearm stopped me. I looked down and saw long fingers ornamented with rings locked onto my arm. My gaze went up and I lost my breath at the sight of Harry’s face.
I didn’t know how a man could look so gorgeous all the time. He never ceased to make my heartbeat increase or make me blush bright red. I looked up at him in surprise, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“I just want to say…” He trailed off, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My lips parted when he pulled me closer to him and leaned down, his lips pressed against my ear.
“You look beautiful.”
Huh?! My mind screamed in shock. He called me beautiful! He thinks I’m beautiful! Never in my wildest dreams did I think that any guy would say that to me, let alone Harry Styles. His breath was warm and his lips were soft, making my cheeks heat up and I knew I was blushing furiously right now. He pulled back and I looked at the ground, sucking on my lower lip. I quickly looked at him, not wanting to embarrass myself even further.
“Thank you.” I choked out. Shit, I’m always so nervous around him! It was even worse because we were in a public place and anyone could be looking at our intimate moment. He slowly took his hand off my arm and I noticed as soon as it was gone, my skin felt cold. No, touch me again. But I couldn’t say that to him. He would think I was some sort of tart. I didn’t want to be like Melody. I was an innocent girl who didn’t want to flirt. I mean, I wanted to kiss the fuck out of Harry because frankly, who wouldn’t? But I couldn’t give into my desires. Not here. Not now. Not ever. It saddened me that even if we could have a relationship, it probably wouldn’t work, certainly not in this environment. And Harry wouldn’t wait to the end of the competition to kiss me. He would find another girl, far more beautiful and famous than me, outside of the competition to go on dates with and kiss. That girl would never be me and I just had to accept that.
“See you at rehearsals soon, Kaylie.” Harry smiled at me and I nodded. I turned my back on him and walked away, lowering my head to hide my flushed back. I turned into the corridor and went right into an empty space.
I rested my back against the wall and looked up at the blank ceiling, remembering the feeling of his fingers on my skin and his lips against my ear. God, he always smells so good! So heavenly… His curls had tickled my cheek when he had leaned down to whisper in my ear. I had felt the heat radiating off his beautiful body, his tattoos peeking through his shirt. Damn, the guy was sex on a stick and I wanted him! Maybe Alicia was right. Maybe he does fancy me! The thought of him even just taking a romantic interest in me made me smile. He likes me.
I managed to grab my phone off the table next to the make-up area before disappearing down this corridor. I pulled it out of the inside pocket of my long vest and logged onto Twitter to see that my profile picture had gotten over 100 favourites. That’s…new! I scrolled down my newsfeed and had a look at the tweets I had received.
@Hilda_Walker: Beautiful, sweetie!
@Deacon_Walker: There’s my gorgeous girl!
@Connor_Walker95: Superstar, little sis!
@Reece_Walker99: Wow, you look great!
@Michael_Walker: A true beauty :)
@XXVanessaXX: Girl, you look so hot!!!!
@Marcus_Palin_is_da_bomb: Honey, you’re working the selfie look!
I smiled and giggled as I read the tweets. Then, I came across one that made me stop breathing. Literally, my breath stopped for a split second. No way…!
@Harry_Styles: Looking forward to working with @xKaylie_Walkerx. Beautiful picture, love – H x
When did he tweet this? 2 minutes ago! I went into my notifications and covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from screaming. He followed me! Fuck, Harry follows me on Twitter! This was so crazy. I couldn’t believe it. And he complimented me on my picture. Alicia, why are you always right? I shook my head in disbelief. Then, I heard the sound of heels on the floor, coming closer and closer. I got off Twitter and when I looked up, Melody was standing about a foot to my left, her arms folded across her body, and she wore a glare on her face.
“Can I help you, Melody?” I asked, trying to be polite.
“Yes, you can, actually.” She plastered a fake smile onto her face and walked closer until she stood right in front of me. She titled her head to the side as the glare returned to her expression.
“You can stop flirting with Harry.”
What?! Who was she to excuse me of flirting with my mentor? Who was she to even ask me to stop, even if I was flirting with him? I furrowed my eyebrows and cleared my throat, staring at her in surprise and disdain.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I have seen the way you smile at him and how you look at him. As if he would even be remotely interested in an innocent school girl like you. He wants a strong woman.” Melody said.
“Who are you to decide what he wants?” I gasped.
“Well, first of all, he doesn’t want a virgin.” Melody declared and I pressed my lips together, a scared look flashing in my eyes. How does she know? It was true. I had never given myself to anyone in that way. I had never found the right guy. But Melody didn’t stop there. She kept on going.
“He needs a woman with experience.”
“And you have that?” I asked.
“Please, babe, do you even need to ask?” Melody scoffed. I hated how she called me “babe”. And of course, the way she flirted with Harry, and the way she paraded herself around like a whore, she definitely wasn’t a virgin.
“Well, at least I don’t flirt with him openly like you do. Have you noticed when you try to touch him, he flinches away? Have you seen the way he interacts with me in a group situation?” I bit back. Melody didn’t say anything and continued to glare at me like the devil from hell.
“You have no right to tell me what to do, Melody. I’m not even flirting with him. At least, I don’t mean to. And there’s no way you can keep Harry and I apart. We’re going to be working together so just suck it up.”
I was actually proud of myself at the way I handled the situation. I could stand up for myself if it was needed. And it was needed now. Melody was just jealous and that actually made me very happy. I folded my own arms and waited for Melody to respond. She pointed her index finger at me as her upper lip curled in disgust.
“You tell Harry one word about this conversation, I will tell him about the little crush you have on him. So you’d better keep those pretty lips of yours sealed, Kaylie.”
Was that a threat? My heart fell into my stomach. I kept my mouth shut and that was clearly Melody’s goal. To have the last word. She smirked at me before flipping her short hair over her shoulder and walking away down the corridor, leaving me alone again.
I was lost in my thoughts. I didn’t know what to do now. But I wasn’t going to let Melody tell me things that weren’t true. I wouldn’t let her drag me down and I definitely didn’t want to go down to her petty level of making threats. She was just envious that Harry liked me and liked talking with me. Too bad, Melody. You don’t always get what you want. I said in my head. But this threat would loom over my head for a while. I couldn’t let Harry find out about my feelings for him. Especially not from Melody. I wouldn’t let her do that. It turns out that my journey in this competition had just gotten harder.
Saturday, 3rd September
I felt so pampered at the current moment. I was sitting in a chair, in front of a desk with an array of hair and make-up products scattered across it. A mirror was placed in front of me, small globes of white light surrounding it. I had all of my long hair gathered back in a tight ponytail as a make-up artist by the name of Bea attended to my face. It took her a full 30 minutes to apply the make-up on and I was completely shocked at the result.
My skin looked near perfect, fair but glowing, my cheeks pink from the rosy blush Bea had dusted on. My full lips were coated in a simple nude lipstick, not too bold, and it matched my complexion beautifully, showing off my delicate Cupid’s bow. What she had done to my eyes was incredible. A slightly sparkly brown eye-shadow brought out the chocolate colour of my eyes as did the thick black eyeliner. My eyelashes were thick and long, framing my eyes wonderfully. I blinked at my reflection in surprise as a small smile spread across my face.
“Uh…wow! Thank you, Bea.” I said.
“You look gorgeous, dear. Now onto your hair.” She grinned and took my hair out of its ponytail, running her hands through the strands. Bea tugged a comb through my hair, getting rid of any knots or tangles, before brushing it, making it fuller and more bushy. I sat there in silence as I watched her work her magic on my ordinary hair, turning it into perfection.
Another 30 minutes passed and my hair was done. It was down in loose curls, flowing down my back. The top-half was pinned back with silver clips at the back of my head with a few strands out, framing my face. I looked different. I had to admit, I did look pretty. I never thought I could look this good. From this makeover, it made me smile and a newfound confidence arose as I stood up from my chair, not even touching my hair.
The reason for my makeover was because today was the photoshoot for the upcoming live shows. Everyone was back in England now and each contestant and group had to have a photoshoot done so it could be shown before each performance. I smiled as I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Then, in a spur of the moment decision, I took a selfie. I was never really into selfies but from the way I looked, I needed to capture my confidence in a photo.
As I walked to the wardrobe department, I posted the selfie on Twitter with the caption: Ready for the live shows! I also made it my profile picture and got off my phone when I entered the corridor. I strolled into the first door on my left and saw Alicia finishing getting into her outfit, slipping on her black heels. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=207432792) She squealed when she saw me.
“Kaylie, you look hot! And you haven’t even got into your clothes yet!”
I laughed at her comment and let one of the wardrobe assistants, Gary, guide me behind a curtain. He was gay and reminded me of an older version of Marcus. He was so flamboyant as he passed me each item of clothing, gasping like a fangirl as the outfit came together.
It took me about 10 minutes to be fully dressed and I bit my lip, running my hands down my bare arms and over my skin-tight leather leggings. I hoped I could pull this outfit off, otherwise the photoshoot would be a failure.
“Come out, Kaylie, come on!” I heard Alicia demand. I could hear the smile in her voice and Gary also tried to coax me to walk out from behind the curtain. I shuffled in my heels and slowly walked out, my arms hanging by my sides. Both Alicia and Gary grinned at me. Alicia came over and told me to stand up straight and look more confident, pressing her hand to my upper back, while Gary clapped his hands together, clearly impressed with the outfit.
“Honey, you look stunning!” He cried and another small smile ghosted across my lips. I looked down at my outfit and realised I did suit the clothes very well. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_photoshoot/set?id=207342713) Then, Gary pushed Alicia and I out of the room, telling us to go and get our photoshoots done.
“Harry’s going to cum in his pants when he sees you.” Alicia whispered.
“Alicia!” I gasped and nudged her with my elbow, my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t believe she had said something like that. Even though she had whispered it, there were many people still in the vicinity. I couldn’t risk anyone hearing her statement, especially a producer or worse, even Harry himself.
“What? You look incredible.” Alicia smiled at me.
“Thanks but…why do you think Harry would…?” I trailed off.
“Because he fancies you.”
“No, he doesn’t.” I shook my head.
“Kaylie, are you blind?! The way he looks at you is way different to the way he looks at me. The way he hugs you is way more romantic than the way he hugs me. He totally fancies you!” Alicia cried and I shushed her as we walked into the main area, where I had gotten my hair and make-up done. I looked ahead and saw Melody was just finishing her photoshoot, smiling at the camera with her hands balled up to her chest as a seductive expression swept across her beautiful face. And right next to the camera was my mentor.
His head turned in the direction of Alicia and I and from the distance, I could see his green eyes sparkle. The slightest of a smirk came upon his face and he bit his bottom lip, winking at me subtly. I blushed, the blood rushing to my cheeks in record time. If what Alicia said was true, that Harry fancied me, I didn’t understand why. He could have any girl he wanted. I was far too ordinary for him. He would never date someone like me. I was still in school, for Christ’s sake! I broke the contact between us and Alicia grinned at me.
“You see? There’s a connection between you two. And he’s still looking at you.” Her gaze flickered over my shoulder and I quickly followed her line of sight to discover that she was right. Harry was still looking at me, one arm folded across his body while his other hand rested against his mouth, playing with his bottom lip every now and then.
“Uh-oh, Queen Bitch alert.” Alicia warned me. I looked to my left and saw Melody walking towards us. Yes, her nickname was Queen Bitch. Quite apt, right? Her clothes fit her like a glove and she clearly wanted to flaunt her figure, the way she swung her hips side to side, bracelets adorning both of her wrists. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=207433625)
“Hey, girls.” Melody smiled and it wasn’t a nice smile. She was like the devil.
“Melody.” Alicia scowled at her. She made it known that she didn’t like Melody. I didn’t like her either but I hide it more because I didn’t want to get into trouble. Alicia didn’t care and she proudly showed off her dislike for Melody.
“What do you think of the outfits?” Melody asked, gesturing to her clothes as well as Alicia’s and mine, with her hands.
“They’re really great.” I answered simply.
“I love them. Although, you’re showing a bit too much cleavage, don’t you think?” Alicia raised an eyebrow at Melody. The white-blonde-haired girl narrowed her eyes at Alicia and crossed her arms, which only made her breasts look fuller.
“Why not show it off if I can?”
“Hey, hey, I’m just saying.” Alicia said, raising her hands in defence.
“Besides, there are some cute guys around here...” Melody grinned a little and I noticed her glance briefly in Harry’s direction. I badly wanted to say something and tell her to stop goggling at Harry. He’s your mentor, not a piece of meat! Fortunately, one of the crew members called my name because it was time for my photoshoot. Alicia wished me “Good luck” and Melody said nothing but I didn’t give a fuck.
I walked over onto the set and let the crew guide me and tell me what to do. I started at the end of a catwalk, the lights a bright blue around me. I held my head high and puffed my chest out, standing confidently and I didn’t miss the smile on Harry’s face when the word “action” was called. His smile made me smile and I walked down the catwalk, the camera capturing each step of mine.
0*0
The photoshoot ended up being quite fun actually. I did everything I was asked to do. I smiled down the barrel of the camera and blew streams of gold confetti off my hands. I stood with one of my hands on my hip for one shot while in another shot, my hands were clasped behind my back and I leaned down to the camera, smiling, letting my long hair flow over my shoulders. My ending shot was a close-up from my chest up, my hand placed underneath my chin as I looked intently as the camera, the left corner of my lips tugging up.
That concluded my photoshoot and it was time for Alicia to do hers. I stepped down from the catwalk as Alicia walked past me, a smile on her face. I knew she would nail her camera shots, she was amazing at everything. I walked past the camera and was heading towards the corridor when a hand on my left forearm stopped me. I looked down and saw long fingers ornamented with rings locked onto my arm. My gaze went up and I lost my breath at the sight of Harry’s face.
I didn’t know how a man could look so gorgeous all the time. He never ceased to make my heartbeat increase or make me blush bright red. I looked up at him in surprise, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“I just want to say…” He trailed off, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My lips parted when he pulled me closer to him and leaned down, his lips pressed against my ear.
“You look beautiful.”
Huh?! My mind screamed in shock. He called me beautiful! He thinks I’m beautiful! Never in my wildest dreams did I think that any guy would say that to me, let alone Harry Styles. His breath was warm and his lips were soft, making my cheeks heat up and I knew I was blushing furiously right now. He pulled back and I looked at the ground, sucking on my lower lip. I quickly looked at him, not wanting to embarrass myself even further.
“Thank you.” I choked out. Shit, I’m always so nervous around him! It was even worse because we were in a public place and anyone could be looking at our intimate moment. He slowly took his hand off my arm and I noticed as soon as it was gone, my skin felt cold. No, touch me again. But I couldn’t say that to him. He would think I was some sort of tart. I didn’t want to be like Melody. I was an innocent girl who didn’t want to flirt. I mean, I wanted to kiss the fuck out of Harry because frankly, who wouldn’t? But I couldn’t give into my desires. Not here. Not now. Not ever. It saddened me that even if we could have a relationship, it probably wouldn’t work, certainly not in this environment. And Harry wouldn’t wait to the end of the competition to kiss me. He would find another girl, far more beautiful and famous than me, outside of the competition to go on dates with and kiss. That girl would never be me and I just had to accept that.
“See you at rehearsals soon, Kaylie.” Harry smiled at me and I nodded. I turned my back on him and walked away, lowering my head to hide my flushed back. I turned into the corridor and went right into an empty space.
I rested my back against the wall and looked up at the blank ceiling, remembering the feeling of his fingers on my skin and his lips against my ear. God, he always smells so good! So heavenly… His curls had tickled my cheek when he had leaned down to whisper in my ear. I had felt the heat radiating off his beautiful body, his tattoos peeking through his shirt. Damn, the guy was sex on a stick and I wanted him! Maybe Alicia was right. Maybe he does fancy me! The thought of him even just taking a romantic interest in me made me smile. He likes me.
I managed to grab my phone off the table next to the make-up area before disappearing down this corridor. I pulled it out of the inside pocket of my long vest and logged onto Twitter to see that my profile picture had gotten over 100 favourites. That’s…new! I scrolled down my newsfeed and had a look at the tweets I had received.
@Hilda_Walker: Beautiful, sweetie!
@Deacon_Walker: There’s my gorgeous girl!
@Connor_Walker95: Superstar, little sis!
@Reece_Walker99: Wow, you look great!
@Michael_Walker: A true beauty :)
@XXVanessaXX: Girl, you look so hot!!!!
@Marcus_Palin_is_da_bomb: Honey, you’re working the selfie look!
I smiled and giggled as I read the tweets. Then, I came across one that made me stop breathing. Literally, my breath stopped for a split second. No way…!
@Harry_Styles: Looking forward to working with @xKaylie_Walkerx. Beautiful picture, love – H x
When did he tweet this? 2 minutes ago! I went into my notifications and covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from screaming. He followed me! Fuck, Harry follows me on Twitter! This was so crazy. I couldn’t believe it. And he complimented me on my picture. Alicia, why are you always right? I shook my head in disbelief. Then, I heard the sound of heels on the floor, coming closer and closer. I got off Twitter and when I looked up, Melody was standing about a foot to my left, her arms folded across her body, and she wore a glare on her face.
“Can I help you, Melody?” I asked, trying to be polite.
“Yes, you can, actually.” She plastered a fake smile onto her face and walked closer until she stood right in front of me. She titled her head to the side as the glare returned to her expression.
“You can stop flirting with Harry.”
What?! Who was she to excuse me of flirting with my mentor? Who was she to even ask me to stop, even if I was flirting with him? I furrowed my eyebrows and cleared my throat, staring at her in surprise and disdain.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I have seen the way you smile at him and how you look at him. As if he would even be remotely interested in an innocent school girl like you. He wants a strong woman.” Melody said.
“Who are you to decide what he wants?” I gasped.
“Well, first of all, he doesn’t want a virgin.” Melody declared and I pressed my lips together, a scared look flashing in my eyes. How does she know? It was true. I had never given myself to anyone in that way. I had never found the right guy. But Melody didn’t stop there. She kept on going.
“He needs a woman with experience.”
“And you have that?” I asked.
“Please, babe, do you even need to ask?” Melody scoffed. I hated how she called me “babe”. And of course, the way she flirted with Harry, and the way she paraded herself around like a whore, she definitely wasn’t a virgin.
“Well, at least I don’t flirt with him openly like you do. Have you noticed when you try to touch him, he flinches away? Have you seen the way he interacts with me in a group situation?” I bit back. Melody didn’t say anything and continued to glare at me like the devil from hell.
“You have no right to tell me what to do, Melody. I’m not even flirting with him. At least, I don’t mean to. And there’s no way you can keep Harry and I apart. We’re going to be working together so just suck it up.”
I was actually proud of myself at the way I handled the situation. I could stand up for myself if it was needed. And it was needed now. Melody was just jealous and that actually made me very happy. I folded my own arms and waited for Melody to respond. She pointed her index finger at me as her upper lip curled in disgust.
“You tell Harry one word about this conversation, I will tell him about the little crush you have on him. So you’d better keep those pretty lips of yours sealed, Kaylie.”
Was that a threat? My heart fell into my stomach. I kept my mouth shut and that was clearly Melody’s goal. To have the last word. She smirked at me before flipping her short hair over her shoulder and walking away down the corridor, leaving me alone again.
I was lost in my thoughts. I didn’t know what to do now. But I wasn’t going to let Melody tell me things that weren’t true. I wouldn’t let her drag me down and I definitely didn’t want to go down to her petty level of making threats. She was just envious that Harry liked me and liked talking with me. Too bad, Melody. You don’t always get what you want. I said in my head. But this threat would loom over my head for a while. I couldn’t let Harry find out about my feelings for him. Especially not from Melody. I wouldn’t let her do that. It turns out that my journey in this competition had just gotten harder.
Notes
Yay for another chapter! Oooh, what do you think of Melody’s threat? Getting juicy, right? I love this gif of Harry, look at his cute cheeky smile! And the next chapter is going to be from Kaylie’s POV again :) Hope you liked this one!
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11/19/17