Insecure

Ever wonder 'bout what he's doing, how it's all turned to lies

Try - Pink

"Damn girl, you look hot." My best friend smirks as I emerge from my bathroom in a black velvet ballgown that showed off my figure in the best way possible.

"You're not looking bad yourself." I wink at Emily as she smooths out her dark green chiffon dress. "The guys should be here soon." I mutter as I look at my phone, I was nervous to see Harry after our fight. We've talked and I think we're ok but I haven't seen him since our session last Friday.

"Liam said he'd text when they were on their way, now sit down and let me touch up your makeup." She says as I roll my eyes.

Honestly it was a good idea for Harry and I to take this time to ourselves, my first three exams were a breeze because I was able to put time into studying. I'm just hoping these next two days will go by easily especially after the gala tonight. I was given four tickets so I invited Liam and Emily to come along, if anything they will keep up the illusion that Harry is not my therapist.

"Sara...." Emily says softly as she looks at her phone, she sighs and looks up at me.

"What is it? Is everything ok?" I ask.

"Harry isn't coming." She replies biting her lip, "Liam said he got a phone call and then started shouting at Lottie." She reads as more texts come in, "He wouldn't tell Liam anything before taking off in his car."

Of course it was fucking Lottie.

"He knew how important this was to me." I mumble as Emily types back to Liam, sighing I take out my phone to call Harry.

"Hello?" A voice I recognizes to be Lottie's answers.

"Let me talk to Harry Lottie." I snap as Emily looks at me with wide eyes.

"Oh God." She moans softly. "Sorry, he's kind of busy." She adds before ending the call.

It wasn't real Sara, Harry loves you. It's just Lottie trying to fuck with you.

"Sara?" Emily asks interrupting my thoughts.

"Hm?" I reply as I stare at my phone.

"Come on." She huffs as she grabs my hand and leads me out of the house to her car.

"What are you doing?" I ask as she pushed me into the passenger seat.

"Taking you to your art gala, what does it look like?" She chirps as she jumps in the drivers seat before pulling out of the driveway.

"What about Liam?"

"It's just you and I tonight babe, girls night in fancy ass dresses." She winks and I shake my head, "I wish you'd change your mind about prom Sara." She says softly, she was really upset when I told her I didn't want to go.

"I'm just not that into it." I shrug and she sighs, "Just turn around, I don't want to go-"

"Sara Andrews! You want to and you WILL go to this gala if it's the last fucking thing I do, I know how important this is to you so just forget about Harry because for tonight you're my girl." She says smirking causing me to smile widely, she reaches over and squeezes my hand. "I'm so fucking proud of you, I want you to know that." Emily says softly.

"Thank you Em, you're the best."

**

"Emily are you in here?" I ask, she had been taking a while in the bathroom during the speeches so I wanted to check on her.

"Yea, I'll be out in a minute." She says in a weak voice.

"Alright I'll wait outside." I say softly before leaving, Mrs. Willows was standing in front of my panting talking to an older couple when she sees me.

"Ah here's the artist!" She praises and I offer them a soft smile as I make my way over to them, "Sara this is Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox, they have an offer for you." She informs me and I look at the couple curiously.

"I know this isn't normal for this kind of show but we would like to purchase your piece, after the judging is over of course." The man states and I look at him blankly, his wife looks at him before nodding.

"We would like to offer ten th-"

"It's not for sale." I reply simply, the couple looks at each other again.

"Twenty thousand?" The man offers.

"This piece is not for sale." I state firmly, the couple goes to argue with me but Mrs. Willows shoos them off before tossing a wink back at me.

"Beautiful isn't it?" A voice sounds from behind me and I hum in response.

"I mean the way his eyes were captured, it's almost therapeutic right?"

I turn around to see Chloe standing there with a sick smirk on her face, "Chloe." I nod at her before turning back around, she steps to my side and takes a deep breath.

"I wanted to apologize for the way I've treated you over the years, I was just so hurt by Emily and took it out on you." She says softly, "I want to leave high school on a good note and that means to apologize to those I've wronged." She adds before turning around and looking over her shoulder at me, "And don't worry, your secrets safe with me." She whispers before walking into the crowd.

"What did she want?" Emily snaps in a sharp, nervous tone.

"To apologize I guess." I mutter as a large bouquet of red roses are set in front of my painting, I look at the flowers in confusion as Emily lets out a soft awww.

"See, Harry's apologizing already." She says nudging me, I let out a breath and step towards the vivid red blossoms much like the ones on my thigh.

My fingers trace the edges of a bloom before making their way to the card, I gasp as a photo of my car accident falls out. After picking it up I turn it over to see a message written in dark red ink.

"You'll never be able to give him what he wants."