P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5.

{ A/N: } I changed the cover, all thanks to someone, @rowandzen, because she created it for me. Once again, thanks for the beautiful cover!

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Chapter Status: Edited

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{ Blue's POV }

I wake up to a pillow crashing against my head. I gasped as my eyes shoot open.

"Ew, ew, ew, both of you get off my bed!" Hannah groaned which made me cuss.

"Dammit Hannah, we just slept on your bed!"

"Did you do anything on it?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"No!" Dylan and I shouted simultaneously. I doubt we'd ever 'do anything' on her bed anytime soon.

"I'll see you soon right?" Dylan smiled, pecking me on the cheek as I quickly hugged him.

"Mhm," I nod once.

"Love you," He mumbled through my hair as he kissed me on the top of my head.

"Love you too," I smiled, my arms around his waist, my face buried in his chest.

"Ugh, you two seriously need to stop canoodling.''

"We weren't canoodling, we just hung out last night!" I reasoned.

"Mhm sure, señorita." She rose an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. What? I was half mexican.

"Okay bye Dyl," I shoo'd him, closing the door behind him once he left.

"What was that about?" I frowned.

"We're going to a concert tonight at the Staples center!" She screamed, clapping.

I shushed her. "Well sorry, I'm broke,"

"No! Look, I won these tickets for free in the cafeteria! And I'd really want to go with you because other girls are bitches,"

I look at the tickets in her hand, me furrowing my eyebrows as I skimmed through the slip of paper.

"One Direction. You want me to go to a fucking One Direction concert." I spoke disbelievingly.

"Yes! Please. I just, come on they're sixth row seats! Those are really good seats! Come on, don't tell me you have something against One Direction too," Hannah rushed out while frowning.

I have something against one of them.

"Fuck, Hannah," I groaned.

"Yay! You're coming. Even if I have to drag you all the way over there, I will!"

Yep, don't mess with Hannah. That girl does anything to get what she wants, I'm dead serious.
I mean what was I being so stubborn about? There would be thousands of girls there, he wouldn't even see me.

"Okay, fine. Only if you take me shopping after, you pay,"

"Deal!" She grinned, shrieking excitedly. ''Tonight will be fun. Oh my god, I still have to figure out what to wear, and how to do my make up, my hair and-,"

"Okay, okay. There's a one in a zillion chances they'll notice you, so you probably shouldn't even waste your time,"

"Eh, you've gotta take a chance anyway." She chuckled, shrugging.


* THAT NIGHT *

{ Blue's POV }


All I wore was a tank top, some sweats, and my hair left naturally wavy. I mean I didn't even bother doing my make up all fancy, all I had on was mascara, a bit of eye liner and some stuff that could make my lips a bit pink-ish.


Jamming my hands into my pockets, I followed Hannah like a lost dog, her literally shaking in such excitement.

"Oh my god! We're here!" She shouts over the tons of screaming girls.
Groaning, I closed my eyes. We both lined up, waiting for the doors to be open. Once the doors were open, I just knew chaos would break out.

"This is so exciting! I'm going to finally see my hubby Zayn!"

"Isn't he engaged? I mean from what I've heard,"

"Yes, but whatever," She stuck her tongue out, me smirking in success.
More screams erupted, as they all looked at something behind my eyes widening.

"Oh my god, it's Niall!"

"Hi Niall!"

"Niall!"

Hollers everywhere, security stopping everyone from bombarding him.
I gasped once shoves became exchanged, my eyes widening as I stumbled slightly.

"Woah ladies, ladies! You okay, love?" I think he was talking to me. I looked around to make sure he really, was and yes he was.

"Err, yeah fine." I nodded once before he smiled, walking away and leaving.

"Shitballs, Blue! Niall Horan just talked to you!" Hannah flipped, flailing her arms everywhere.

"He only asked me if I was okay, because I was just about to be killed!" I emphasized, motioning at all the annoying girls.

"Shut up!" Some rude girl told me.

I huffed. "Don't be an ass wipe,"



Once they had let us all pile in, I could not find Hannah in the crowd anymore. I was being pushed in random directions, me trying to find a way out from being pushed.

Shit.

"Hannah?" I yelled out. Wow great, and now I couldn't find her.
Moving sideways, I finally reached a corner where there weren't any crazy girls. I took deep breaths in and out calmly.

I could've died, yeh know?

I could see doors, and a passageway.
Maybe it was a shortcut.

I debated with myself for a few minutes, whether to enter or not as I bit my lip.

My mind got the best of me.

Swinging the door open, I walked through it, semi jogging down the long corridors.


{ Harry's POV }


"Show time in ten minutes, boys!" Someone hollered into our dressing room. We all nodded.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink at the vending machine." I grumbled, fixing my curls.

"Could you grab me one too?" Niall asked me before I made my way out of the door.

"Err, yep." I lied. I wasn't really going to get him one. If he wanted one, then he could obviously get it himself.
Walking out the door, I quickly walked down the long corridor, the machine still being on the left wing of the entire place.

Let's just say, The Staples Center was gigantic.

Humming, I took out my wallet, as I looked through it while walking.
Yeah, big mistake.

"Fucking hell!" I shouted when I bumped into someone really hard. The person slipped and feel back onto her bum.

"Shit, watch where you're going!'' The girl winced, me immediately recognizing that bitchy voice.

"Blue?" My eyes widened, a smirk growing on my face.


{ Blue's POV }

While I was trying to find my way out, this complete dick of a person just runs into me and he doesn't even say sorry.

All he says was, "Fucking hell!"

Wow, just what I needed.

After telling the person to watch where he was going, I looked up. We both had locked a tensed stare, my heart dropping to my stomach.
I froze as my eye widened.

"Blue?"

Shit, shit, shit, he sure does still remember me.

Wow, did he get tattoos? Huh.

I tried to brush it off, making my voice sound as careless as ever.

"Harry." I rose an eyebrow, eyeing him.
He laughed, clapping his hands, quite rudely might I add.

I sent him a bad glare, huffing.

Getting to my feet, I thought we would've been a fair height away, but.. He's gotten loads taller and I felt like a small child. I cowared away, as I bit my lip.

Was it bad that he scared me?

"Hey, how are things? Finally got a new fuck buddy?" He smirked, leaning on the wall.

I laughed dryly, rolling my eyes. "For your information, I have a boyfriend. And you? Still the single player?" His body tensed, me smirking this time around. "Exactly,''

"Well then, why are you here?" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Was forced here by my friend's own will,"

"Aww baby. Did you want to see me?" He whispered, nearing proximity, as his fingers brushed my cheek.

I shoved him away, narrowing my eyes. "The last thing I'd come here for is to see you." I spat, my eyes really doing all the talking itself.

I wanted to kiss him so badly.. Like, I just missed that touch between us. But thank god I was pissed at him right now and all I wanted to do was punch him in the face.

"Hey did your boobs get bigger?" He smirked, pointing. I gasped, backing away from him.

"Ah you haven't changed a bit, haven't you?'' He teased.

"Yes I have, and I still hate you. How is that not surprising," I crossed my arms over my chest to attempt to cover my breasts.

He seriously just... fuck.

"I'll be seeing you Blue," Harry smiled slyly, naturally grabbing his drink from the vending machine and walking away with ease.

How could he even do it? Just talk to me so easily?

And me being me, I started to flip out.
Running a hand through my hair, I'm flustered.

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Throughout the entire show, he'd glance at me and smirk, which made me grow even more sick.

"Blue, you look so pale. What the hell happened?" Hannah asked.

"I-... nothing," I snapped, crossing my arms.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time except for me.

"It's gotta be Blueee, only Blueee," Harry sings, raising his eyebrows at me, as my eyes widened.

I felt like killing him. More like, choking him, yep.

"Did Harry just...?" Hannah's voice turned high pitched, telling me she was completely freaking out, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, um, long story. And I really don't want to go over it,"

She nods, waving off. "You've got serious explaining to do. What the hell was that?"

I decided not to answer and just sighed in response.

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Once the show was over, Hannah and I were discussing Dylan and other frat boys.

"Mark is pretty hot," she proclaimed while checking her phone. Before I could reply, I was yanked in the opposite direction, a hand over my mouth.
I screamed, stepping on whoever's foot that was, roughly.
He groaned in pain, turning me around. I rolled my eyes, scoffing.

"You look hot." He smirked, eyeing me.

"No, don't say that," I shoved him back roughly.

"Mmm, I fucking missed you."
He then kisses me, as I gasped pulling away and not stopping myself from slapping him.

"Dick!" I scrunched my nose, eyeing him. I hear him chuckle, as he looked down at the ground.

"So is this what having a boyfriend does to you?"

"For your information, he's a nice guy. A nicer guy than you'll ever be. So, if I were you, I'd just... leave me alone, okay?''

"I don't think that's an option." Harry smirked, nearing me once again. "You know you can call me when you need me,"

I was breathing heavily, my anger unmanageable. Turning around, I left him standing there.


What the hell just happened?