Saturday morning Alana sat up in bed, adjusting her eyes to the bright light.
"It's about time your up!" Some one dicho from the other side of the room. When Alana could see clearly she saw Lindsey standing there. Today, she wore a rosado, rosa Aeropostale shirt, white skinny jeans, and below the knee black boots. Her hair was french braided to the side with a diamond clip holding it in place.
"Get your lazy culo out that bed! It's almost three!" Alana sighed scooting out the cama and slipping on some skinny jeans, a hoodie, and some light brown uggs.
"Marilyn wants me and her slutty daughter to go shopping! And your coming with me." Lindsey demanded as she sat on the bed.
"We are going to Icing!" Lindsey said, "Sophie, tu coming?"
Sophie shook her head. Lindsey shrugged and her and Alana walked away.
"Maybe this one," Lindsey pulled a black slim fit dress out of the racks at Lu-Lu's, a skinny, slutty store. Lindsey usually frowns upon it, but she wanted to get something for her and Niall's fecha tonight.
"Yeah.." Alana dicho half paying attention. Lindsey looked over at Alana, "What's the matter?"
Alana shrugged looking at the ground, "Tired, I guess."
"Well, when we get to the boy's house tu can go snuggle with..." Lindsey stopped. She needed to confront Alana. But, how? Lindsey sighed and put down the dress, "Alana. We need to talk."
"About what?"
"Harry."
Alana shifted her weight, filling a little uncomfortable, "Why?"
Lindsey messed with a few pieces of loose hair, "I think he's cheating on you."
Alana gaped, "What? Why would Harry cheat on me?"
"I don't know! But I found this picture and..."
"Oh! tu found a picture?" Alana looked away from Lindsey. Disgusted, "How did tu get this 'picture'?"
"A magazine."
Alana started walking away but then stopped and faced Lindsey once more, "And I thought tu were my friend. But, no, in the end tu where just out to brake me and Harry up. Weren't you?" Alana stormed out of the store before Lindsey could answer.
Alana stepped out of the limo, thanked the driver, and opened the gate of Harry's house. There was paparazzi everywhere's. They all surrounded Alana to where she couldn't moved.
"How long have tu in Harry been dating?" A magazine reporter yelled.
"How do tu fill about the rumors?" Another yelled.
"Rumors?" Alana stood up straighter pushing the mics away from her.
"The rumors with Harry and the mystery girl." The same reporter dicho confused, "You didn't hear?"
Before Alana could speak someone pulled her out of the crowd and the paparazzi started screaming preguntas again.
"Are tu okay?" A very familiar Irish voice said. Alana shook her head. She was frozen, confused, pissed. Not just at Harry, but at herself. She yelled at Lindsey, who was telling the truth! o was she? Maybe it is just a rumor. Well, there is just only way to find out.
"I-is Harry here?" She studdered.
"In his room. Do tu want me to go get him?"
"No." She walked towards the stairs then glanced at Niall, "Thank you."
Alana opened the door of Harry's room and got hit with the smell of Axe and beer.
"I will Mom!" Harry paced around his room with his phone in-between his ear and shoulder. He was shirtless and in his underwear.
Alana slowly walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. Harry looked over at Alana, "I have to go." He hit the End button on his phone.
"Was that your mom?" A girl's voice rang from Harry's bathroom. Alana's corazón dropped and her stomach twisted up. She looked at Harry and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
A tear slipped down Alana's face as she raced out the door.
"Alana! Wait!" Harry called behind her. She stopped before going out the door. She needs an explanation.Now.
"How could you?" Alana yelled tears falling down her face. Once again, Harry was speechless.
Alana just stood there waiting for an answer.
"What's going on?" Niall asked stepping out of the kitchen, Zayn and Liam following him. Alana shook her head, "Nothing." She kept Harry's gaze, "Anymore."
She stepped outside and walked down the stone path not once looking back at the still open door. She pushed back the paparazzi and the screaming girls. She ran down the calle to the nearest train station.
"One ticket to Brighton," Alana honestly didn't know exactly where she is going. All she knows is that she needed to get out of here.
Now.
"It's about time your up!" Some one dicho from the other side of the room. When Alana could see clearly she saw Lindsey standing there. Today, she wore a rosado, rosa Aeropostale shirt, white skinny jeans, and below the knee black boots. Her hair was french braided to the side with a diamond clip holding it in place.
"Get your lazy culo out that bed! It's almost three!" Alana sighed scooting out the cama and slipping on some skinny jeans, a hoodie, and some light brown uggs.
"Marilyn wants me and her slutty daughter to go shopping! And your coming with me." Lindsey demanded as she sat on the bed.
"We are going to Icing!" Lindsey said, "Sophie, tu coming?"
Sophie shook her head. Lindsey shrugged and her and Alana walked away.
"Maybe this one," Lindsey pulled a black slim fit dress out of the racks at Lu-Lu's, a skinny, slutty store. Lindsey usually frowns upon it, but she wanted to get something for her and Niall's fecha tonight.
"Yeah.." Alana dicho half paying attention. Lindsey looked over at Alana, "What's the matter?"
Alana shrugged looking at the ground, "Tired, I guess."
"Well, when we get to the boy's house tu can go snuggle with..." Lindsey stopped. She needed to confront Alana. But, how? Lindsey sighed and put down the dress, "Alana. We need to talk."
"About what?"
"Harry."
Alana shifted her weight, filling a little uncomfortable, "Why?"
Lindsey messed with a few pieces of loose hair, "I think he's cheating on you."
Alana gaped, "What? Why would Harry cheat on me?"
"I don't know! But I found this picture and..."
"Oh! tu found a picture?" Alana looked away from Lindsey. Disgusted, "How did tu get this 'picture'?"
"A magazine."
Alana started walking away but then stopped and faced Lindsey once more, "And I thought tu were my friend. But, no, in the end tu where just out to brake me and Harry up. Weren't you?" Alana stormed out of the store before Lindsey could answer.
Alana stepped out of the limo, thanked the driver, and opened the gate of Harry's house. There was paparazzi everywhere's. They all surrounded Alana to where she couldn't moved.
"How long have tu in Harry been dating?" A magazine reporter yelled.
"How do tu fill about the rumors?" Another yelled.
"Rumors?" Alana stood up straighter pushing the mics away from her.
"The rumors with Harry and the mystery girl." The same reporter dicho confused, "You didn't hear?"
Before Alana could speak someone pulled her out of the crowd and the paparazzi started screaming preguntas again.
"Are tu okay?" A very familiar Irish voice said. Alana shook her head. She was frozen, confused, pissed. Not just at Harry, but at herself. She yelled at Lindsey, who was telling the truth! o was she? Maybe it is just a rumor. Well, there is just only way to find out.
"I-is Harry here?" She studdered.
"In his room. Do tu want me to go get him?"
"No." She walked towards the stairs then glanced at Niall, "Thank you."
Alana opened the door of Harry's room and got hit with the smell of Axe and beer.
"I will Mom!" Harry paced around his room with his phone in-between his ear and shoulder. He was shirtless and in his underwear.
Alana slowly walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. Harry looked over at Alana, "I have to go." He hit the End button on his phone.
"Was that your mom?" A girl's voice rang from Harry's bathroom. Alana's corazón dropped and her stomach twisted up. She looked at Harry and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
A tear slipped down Alana's face as she raced out the door.
"Alana! Wait!" Harry called behind her. She stopped before going out the door. She needs an explanation.Now.
"How could you?" Alana yelled tears falling down her face. Once again, Harry was speechless.
Alana just stood there waiting for an answer.
"What's going on?" Niall asked stepping out of the kitchen, Zayn and Liam following him. Alana shook her head, "Nothing." She kept Harry's gaze, "Anymore."
She stepped outside and walked down the stone path not once looking back at the still open door. She pushed back the paparazzi and the screaming girls. She ran down the calle to the nearest train station.
"One ticket to Brighton," Alana honestly didn't know exactly where she is going. All she knows is that she needed to get out of here.
Now.
