Secrets

Chapte 9

I was right Im not having fun we have been here for two hours and I am so done. Lauren and Zayn are drunk and acting stupid.

I know no one here except for Zayn, Lauren, and Harry so I'm just siting by my self. Lauren and Zayn are in there own little bubble and well I hate Harry.

Lauren and Zayn walk over to me and sit down red cups in both there hands. "You look like such a loner over here by your self." Lauren says her words slurred.

"Yeah I know." I state annoyed.

"Did Harry ever find your dorm last night?" Zayn asks his tone a little more serious.

"Yeah thanks to Lauren." I roll my eyes.

"Did he try anything with you?" Zayn asks defensively and it takes me by surprise.

I reflect back to last night Harry did spend the night but nothing happened and I have a feeling if I say anything they will think more than that happened and I also kinda want no one to know.

"No I made him leave." I lie.

"You made who leave?" Harry asks and I turn to see him hovering over me I wonder how much he has heard.

"I made you leave last night when you came to my dorm unexpectedly." I say turning around to face him.

I give him a please don't say anything look and he catches on at least I hope he does.

"Oh yeah I was pretty drunk last night." Is all he says. This morning when he woke up and said those terrible things it hurt more than I wanted it to. I don't understand why it affected me as much as it did considering how much I hate him. I'm just confused very confused.

Zayn and Harry start talking about who knows what I am just tuning out everything they are saying.

I catch Lauren gazing in admiration at Zayn. She has always had a boyfriend even if she didn't feel anything for the said boy but I have a feeling she really likes Zayn.

"I'm going to get a jacket out of my car it's fucking freezing out here." Harry says.

"I'll come with you." I say jumping up from my seat.

Harry, Lauren and Zayn all share the same look and I place that look as shock.

I follow a foot behind Harry off of the field and to one of our many student parking lots. When Harry walks up to a red 68 mustang my jaw drops this can't be his car.

"This is your car?"

"Yeah." He says as he opens the door and pulls out a black leather jacket. I am infatuated by the red classic car. The interior is black leather and it catches my eye I have always had a thing for cars like his.

"Do you have another jacket I can use?" I ask.

Harry retrieves another black jacket but this one is not leather this jacket is black cotton. I watch him as he puts the black leather jacket on his muscle contrasting under his black shirt. He is hot no doubt but when he opens his mouth he ruins it. Concentrate Millie.

"So I wanted a moment alone with you talk about what happened last night."

"If I remember correctly and please let me be correct but nothing happened last night." He says.

"Yeah nothing happened you just slept over." I say.

"Then there is nothing to talk about." He says as he closes the car door.

Harry leans against his car looking at me to continue.

"That's great that you said that. I was hoping you would just say I made you leave if Zayn or Lauren brings it up again."

"I don't think they suspect anything happened your not my type." He says. Ouch. That was harsh.

"So what is your type than?"

"Attractive girls and plus your to much of a prude." He explains.

"I am not a prude." I'm not a prude just because I don't want to get drunk every weekend that doesn't make me a prude.

"Yes you are, just because you wear Lauren's clothes and do your makeup darker doesn't hide the fact that by one glance of you I can tell you're a prude." Harry says.

"And your an ass." I say and then walk off.

He is so arrogant he gets under my skin. How did he know that these in fact aren't my clothes and they are indeed Lauren's clothes. Am I that easy to read?