Lonely Hearts Club
Everybody Talks
‘’I think I need some space.’’ Bo whispered, almost to herself. ‘’I think that’s best.’’
‘’Can we at least talk about this, please Bo.’’
‘’Maybe it’s best if we just go back to the flatmates title, I don’t think you’re ready, and I’m not sure if I am either.’’ She grabbed the clothes of hers that she could find on the floor and jolted for the door, running to her own room to get changed.
Maybe acting on impulse isn’t a good idea when it comes to Bo and Harry’s relationship.
He too grabbed some grey jogging bottoms and a navy t-shirt pulling them on as he entered the living room. He had really fucked up, big time, Bo felt he had tricked her into bed, pretending he had no idea why she was home early last night, calling him an idiot. She felt so used, so gullible, so easy.
As Harry sat down on the sofa, holding his head in his hands, there was a loud knocking at the door, oh god this person sounds happy. Not good, Harry thought. He opened the door rolling his eyes without even taking a proper look at the person.
‘’Does a Sophie-Mae live here.’’ A slightly spotty looking teenager with a beige cap, and a green fleece questioned, struggling to hold the large bouquet of flowers in his hands.
Harry was about to answer a stern no, but then he remembered, to most people, she still goes by Sophie-Mae Channing, saying it’s easier as they already know her, and doesn't want everyone to know her family’s story. But she wanted him to know, sure it took her a while, but she trusted him enough to tell him something as big as that, whoever this mystery date of hers was, he would never know Bo like Harry does. Hell, he doesn't even know her real name.
‘’Yes..’’
‘’These are for her.’’ He almost threw the bouquet into Harry’s palms.
As he kicked the door shut with his foot he noticed a small white card placed inside the bouquet, well he’s already ruined his chances with Bo, might as well.
Sophie-Mae,
Sorry I couldn’t make our date last night, but I want to make it up to you. I'll pick you up at 9. Sasha gave me the address. Dress for The Ivy.
All my love,
Tom Boulle.x
Wow way to ruin the surprise, but The Ivy? This kid had to have some money in his pocket. Throwing the bouquet of flowers out the window had crossed the mind of Harry, but he did a similar thing last night, and look where that got him. So he decided on telling her, and hoping that this guy was a stuck up, egotistical, man whore.
Please Jesus.
‘’Bo?’’ He knocked softly on her door. No reply.
‘’Bo, there’s a erm, delivery here for you.’’
‘’Just leave it in the kitchen, I’ll get it later.’’ She snapped.
‘’No, no I think you need to see this now.’’ His voice remained soft and slightly weak.
A loud sigh could be heard from the other side of the door, and some shuffling, before the door swung open, the first thing Bo noticing being the bouquet.
‘’Wh-‘’ She begun, but a nervous Harry interrupted.
‘’These just er came. I-I know you’re, you’re allergic to l-lilies so you can just erm take the c-card, I’ll get rid of the f-flowers. If you want me to that is.’’
Without speaking Bo grabbed the white card from the bouquet, reading it intently, almost examining it. ‘’You can get rid of the flowers.’’ She muttered, not even looking up, just kicking the door closed with her foot.
He stood there dumb founded, unsure of what to do with the flowers he just chucked them on the side once he reached the kitchen, leaning against the marble counter, he pushed back his curls from his face and sighed in relief at being able to see clearly.
----
‘’You can do this Bo, you can go on this date, it's free food at The Ivy? Are you really going to turn that down?'' She muttered to herself, checking her outfit for the 1000's time. Was it too slutty? Was it too much? Did the shoes go with the dress? Did she look like a hooker?
All these questions were running around in her head, along with Harry of course, although it seemed lately he had set up camp in Bo's head recently. Not literally of course.
Bo's OutfitKnock. Knock. Knock.
''Shit.'' She quickly scrambled her things together into her clutch, running round her room like a mad woman, grabbing things she probably won't need and will annoy her throughout the night when her clutch keeps popping open because of the lack of space in there but Bo's a girl. Deal with it. She could hear Harry and her date conversing at the door, there is no way Harry would invite him in, but as she began to walk towards the bedroom door the talking had stopped and she suddenly grew nervous.
Slowly opening the door, expecting to find her date nailed to the wall, she saw a sight which was the complete opposite of what she expected, Harry was facing away from her, and her date, doing what looked like making a cup of tea, his lips had formed a straight line and the boy looked like he was in deep thought.
''Hi, I'm Sophie-Mae.'' Realising she was on a date, she shook his hand politely, as the name rolled off her tongue she felt a sudden pang of distress of some sort in her stomach, a pang that was asking her how long she was going to keep this act up for. And for who.
''Pleasure.Tom. Tom Boulle.'' He was a good looking lad. Good bone structure, clear skin, he looked like he worked out every now and then, with his arm muscles showing slightly through his white dress shirt.
''Shall we go then?'' He asked confidently ushering to outside the door.
Bo only nodded stepping out of the door, not saying a word to Harry, closing the door behind her.
''Your room mate is Harry Styles?!'' Tom exclaimed as soon as the door closed.
''Yep. He's a friend of mine.'' She smiled back at him as they made their way to the lift.
''Just a friend. Who she's slept with.'' Harry muttered to himself as he began to sip on his earl grey.
Guess what. That door isn't sound proof.
‘’Can we at least talk about this, please Bo.’’
‘’Maybe it’s best if we just go back to the flatmates title, I don’t think you’re ready, and I’m not sure if I am either.’’ She grabbed the clothes of hers that she could find on the floor and jolted for the door, running to her own room to get changed.
Maybe acting on impulse isn’t a good idea when it comes to Bo and Harry’s relationship.
He too grabbed some grey jogging bottoms and a navy t-shirt pulling them on as he entered the living room. He had really fucked up, big time, Bo felt he had tricked her into bed, pretending he had no idea why she was home early last night, calling him an idiot. She felt so used, so gullible, so easy.
As Harry sat down on the sofa, holding his head in his hands, there was a loud knocking at the door, oh god this person sounds happy. Not good, Harry thought. He opened the door rolling his eyes without even taking a proper look at the person.
‘’Does a Sophie-Mae live here.’’ A slightly spotty looking teenager with a beige cap, and a green fleece questioned, struggling to hold the large bouquet of flowers in his hands.
Harry was about to answer a stern no, but then he remembered, to most people, she still goes by Sophie-Mae Channing, saying it’s easier as they already know her, and doesn't want everyone to know her family’s story. But she wanted him to know, sure it took her a while, but she trusted him enough to tell him something as big as that, whoever this mystery date of hers was, he would never know Bo like Harry does. Hell, he doesn't even know her real name.
‘’Yes..’’
‘’These are for her.’’ He almost threw the bouquet into Harry’s palms.
As he kicked the door shut with his foot he noticed a small white card placed inside the bouquet, well he’s already ruined his chances with Bo, might as well.
Sophie-Mae,
Sorry I couldn’t make our date last night, but I want to make it up to you. I'll pick you up at 9. Sasha gave me the address. Dress for The Ivy.
All my love,
Tom Boulle.x
Wow way to ruin the surprise, but The Ivy? This kid had to have some money in his pocket. Throwing the bouquet of flowers out the window had crossed the mind of Harry, but he did a similar thing last night, and look where that got him. So he decided on telling her, and hoping that this guy was a stuck up, egotistical, man whore.
Please Jesus.
‘’Bo?’’ He knocked softly on her door. No reply.
‘’Bo, there’s a erm, delivery here for you.’’
‘’Just leave it in the kitchen, I’ll get it later.’’ She snapped.
‘’No, no I think you need to see this now.’’ His voice remained soft and slightly weak.
A loud sigh could be heard from the other side of the door, and some shuffling, before the door swung open, the first thing Bo noticing being the bouquet.
‘’Wh-‘’ She begun, but a nervous Harry interrupted.
‘’These just er came. I-I know you’re, you’re allergic to l-lilies so you can just erm take the c-card, I’ll get rid of the f-flowers. If you want me to that is.’’
Without speaking Bo grabbed the white card from the bouquet, reading it intently, almost examining it. ‘’You can get rid of the flowers.’’ She muttered, not even looking up, just kicking the door closed with her foot.
He stood there dumb founded, unsure of what to do with the flowers he just chucked them on the side once he reached the kitchen, leaning against the marble counter, he pushed back his curls from his face and sighed in relief at being able to see clearly.
----
‘’You can do this Bo, you can go on this date, it's free food at The Ivy? Are you really going to turn that down?'' She muttered to herself, checking her outfit for the 1000's time. Was it too slutty? Was it too much? Did the shoes go with the dress? Did she look like a hooker?
All these questions were running around in her head, along with Harry of course, although it seemed lately he had set up camp in Bo's head recently. Not literally of course.
Bo's OutfitKnock. Knock. Knock.
''Shit.'' She quickly scrambled her things together into her clutch, running round her room like a mad woman, grabbing things she probably won't need and will annoy her throughout the night when her clutch keeps popping open because of the lack of space in there but Bo's a girl. Deal with it. She could hear Harry and her date conversing at the door, there is no way Harry would invite him in, but as she began to walk towards the bedroom door the talking had stopped and she suddenly grew nervous.
Slowly opening the door, expecting to find her date nailed to the wall, she saw a sight which was the complete opposite of what she expected, Harry was facing away from her, and her date, doing what looked like making a cup of tea, his lips had formed a straight line and the boy looked like he was in deep thought.
''Hi, I'm Sophie-Mae.'' Realising she was on a date, she shook his hand politely, as the name rolled off her tongue she felt a sudden pang of distress of some sort in her stomach, a pang that was asking her how long she was going to keep this act up for. And for who.
''Pleasure.Tom. Tom Boulle.'' He was a good looking lad. Good bone structure, clear skin, he looked like he worked out every now and then, with his arm muscles showing slightly through his white dress shirt.
''Shall we go then?'' He asked confidently ushering to outside the door.
Bo only nodded stepping out of the door, not saying a word to Harry, closing the door behind her.
''Your room mate is Harry Styles?!'' Tom exclaimed as soon as the door closed.
''Yep. He's a friend of mine.'' She smiled back at him as they made their way to the lift.
''Just a friend. Who she's slept with.'' Harry muttered to himself as he began to sip on his earl grey.
Guess what. That door isn't sound proof.
Notes
Bo: ~Played By Amanda Seyfried~
Well hopefully you're all be happy to know I have created a 1D Twitter: https://twitter.com/FlyingWithNarry If you lot follow me then I'll keep it, but if not I'll just delete it and keep to my personal one to harass the boys from (I don't give out my personal one)
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Enjoy ~S.V
11/18/13