JUST GOT LUCKY novel Chapter 43

CHAPTER 43

WORDS CAN KILL

LINDY’S POV

"And why is he wearing a mask?" Avery kept asking.

This was the moment of my life where I have never been more nervous. Avery was such a huge fan of Harry Styles and I know that she will recognize him. I can already tell that she is already suspecting who it is.

"I.. uhhh... I helped this sick guy to the hospital when I was on my way home. So.... he gave me a ride to thank me. Right?" I asked Harry as he nods.

Harry waved goodbye and hurriedly walked away without saying a word.

"Wait... that guy dresses like.... Harry Styles." Avery gets caught up with her own world.

"Avery.” I called out. “Not all guys who's wearing skinny jeans is Harry Styles." I answered her sarcastically as I was entering the house.

“Then it was Louis?” She asks stupidly.

I shake my ehad, “Not all guys who are wearing skinny jeans are One Direction. Jesus.”

I walked to the foyer and saw my mom and dad at the living room and I know she was going to scold me for not answering her phone calls.

"I've been calling you! Where have you been?" Mom worriedly questions.

"Mom, I went to the mall with Martha today since she wanted my opinion about something she... wanted to buy. Mom I'm sorry." I smiled, like an obedient daughter.

"Next time if you won't answer my calls you're gonna be grounded young lady! Do you hear me?" Mom said out firmly and loudly while pointing at me.

I nodded with a smile, "Sorry again. I love you." I tell her while rushing to my room.

I exhaled heavily as soon as I shut the door behind me and I don’t know if Avery noticed Harry but I hope she was not able to think much about the man.

That was close! -Harold

I smiled.

The following morning, it was Monday. Ugh, Monday and school doesn't really go well together.

Despite how I hated Mondays, it didn’t stop me from feeling all good because I had a wonderful weekend spent with Harry without getting caught by the paps or any of his fans. I wish we can do it most of the times but I wonder till how long will we be able to keep with the hiding when we were almost got cught y Avery earlier.

I was already in school and jsut tried to listen to my teacher even though my mind was flying elsewhere. Harry was still probably asleep because he hasn't texted me yet. History was not really my strong subject because just like any other teenager in this classroom with sloppy eyes, it’s boring. By lunch, I was already at my usual table alone again because I don't know where Martha was today so I think she’s not around again. That girl is always getting her ass absent.

Suddenly, I overheard a few girls from the table across me talking about Harry Styles.

"Have you seen Harry’s twitter? The picture makes me so jealous!"

"Twitter?" I thought to myself and wondered what they were talking about.

"Oh my god I saw what he tweeted too! That girl is so lucky."

“Do you think it’s the same woman?”

“I think so.”

I smiled. "I surely am lucky." I mentally answered.

"Whoever she is, Harry sure is crazy about her."

"He surely is." I grinned.

"Why isn't he saying anything to the public and getting all of us on the edge of our chairs wondering who that woman is.”

“He’s just protecting the woman I guess. She is fucking lucky!”

"Yeah. It makes all of us wonder who Harry is getting crazy of."

"I'm sure he's visiting this girl."

"I'm sure the entire fandom will hate her if she'll be found out for being non-famous and for dating Harry Styles."

"She will get hates, for sure if she wasn't a celebrity."

"Exactly! She'll just be like Paige Reifler."

"Paige was better since she's a model. But she just used Harry."

"I'm sure this new girl is using him too."

Their converstion was not making me happy at all. I know for a fact that I will bereceiving hates for dating Harry but hearing it coming from people who does not know me yet, makes me want to think twice about it. I didn’t like how they casually make fun of this topic as if they were not talking about another woman on the photo. Shouldn’t women support other women instead of dragging them down because of hate? This was not fair.

The five of them started laughing and kept talking about me. My smile faded and I didn’t want to eat anymore. How can I ever handle that or more of that? Now I have more reason to be scared of getting caught and I know I have told Harry that I will fight for us and I know I need to be strong for me and for him. I don't want people to think I'm using him to get me noticed or to become famous but they will never listen to anything I say anyways.

I was currently texting with Harry at that moment when I heard what they said because I was troubled about it.

I overheard these girls in school that you tweeted something. What was it? -Lindy

How come my woman only knows about my tweets from other people? You should check it out if you haven't checked it babe ;) -Harold

What is it??? -Lindy

You. Sleeping with your mouth wide open. Hahaha! -Harold

My jaws dropped completely.

WHAT?! Are you serious?! You've got to be kidding me! -Lindy

Hahaha! -Harold

How can he post my picture on his twitter with my mouth wide open while I was asleep? I don't open my mouth when I sleep. I don't do that.... Do I? Ugh, this guy. I quickly opened my twitter and I was surprised as soon as I checked his account. It wasn't what he said it was.

Instead it was me and him from the fields yesterday. I didn't know he took another picture of me facing my back to him while we were holding hands walking towards the field. I don’t know he is kind of good in taking photos like this. It feels so aesthetic and really cute.

"This cheeky bastard." I muttered.

As I read what he tweeted about the picture...

@harry_styles: The spaces between my hands are where your hands fit perfectly.

I smiled and blushed that I didn't know what to say about his tweet. He's always so sweet and romantic and has a lot of surprises up his sleeves and it gets me all the time. Good thing Avery will not know it's me on that picture because I changed my clothes when we went home yesterday and I don’t think she would even suspect me to be dating THE Harry Styles.

Ha-ha, sleeping with my mouth open. Ha-ha. -Lindy

You will really think I could post that picture on twitter? It's just in my gallery babe. -Harold 

So you do have a pic of me with my mouth open?!! -Lindy

I'd be a liar if I'd say no. Hehe. It’s my favorite photo.You were still so beautiful on it :p -Harold

Just wait till I get my revenge on you Styles. -Lindy

Oh I'm waiting for it baby ;) -Harold

"I'll find a way. I promise."

I closed the door behind me and walked to my bed. I decided to remain silent as the words from those girls back in school which I overheard and the words that the TV hosts said were still lingering in the back of my mind. Taylor, Kendall, Victoria Secret models. Harry dated those high-profiled women and I am nowhere near five feet three inches!

"What's wrong?" Harry asks as soon as he noticed that I was silent. "You're quiet."

I paused and tried to erase the bugging thoughts building in my head, "Nothing..."

"Oh don't tell me nothing. I know when something is wrong. Tell me." He says seriously.

"I Uhhh.. I saw this talk show on TV about a while ago and.... And I just found out that you dated Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner." I answered.

He sigh, "Then what's wrong?"

"Harry why did you want me to be in a relationship with you in the first place?” I asked.

“Because I love you. Lindy where is this suddenly coming from?”

“You've dated famous celebrities. Harry, you’ve dated supermodels!”

Harry chuckles dryly, “So?”

“God, it's Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner! You can’t just “so” me!”

“Lindy I don’t care if they were the King’s daughter.”

“You don’t understand what I am feeling. They're super famous. Compare to me? I'm just nothing.”

“Lindy listen to me you are not nothing. There’s no one comparing you to anyone.”

“Jesus Christ Harry, I’m literally a nobody. I don't write songs and make millions of money from it. I don't model for any expensive brands, be in a reality show, own a fashion line, and get paid millions for wearing designer’s clothes and strutting my stuff on the runway. I don't do any of those stuff. So why me? Why did--"

"Because you're different from all of them." He cut me off.

I got quiet, feeling so confused and pitying myself whenever I get to think about those women who Harry has dated. And I cannot help but compare myself and be insecure because we are talking about a zero and a million dollar face in here.

"You're not just a nobody Lindy. Always remember that you are nothing like that. It's not true that you're nothing. Taylor maybe a famous singer and Kendall maybe a famous model and as well as those models I dated, yes they are pretty. Yes they are famous and tall and are on magazines or runwys but that doesn't mean you're nothing.” Harry sounded serious.

My heart feels heavy.

“I hate it when you compare yourself to other girls because there is absolutely nothing to compare in the first place. I hate it when you don't have confidence in you. I hate it when you look down on yourself. I hate it when you think you're not beautiful and think so low of yourself." He adds.

I didn't answer back.

"They don't mean anything to me. So what if I've dated them? You're way better than them anyways. You’re you when you’re with me and you’re not afraid to show me the real you. You’re not dating me for my fame and you’re not dating me because I am form One Direction.”

He breathes, “I love you Lindy. I loved you because you showed me who you are, you accepted me as the boy from Cheshire not because I am famous or I am from the world’s famous boyband. I love you because you trust me. You're beautiful. And you're so much better than all of them and I want you to know that even though I can't tell the world about us just yet, I will be here for you no matter what."

I sighed and wiped my tears away. "I'm sorry. I'm having dramas again."

"Baby you don't need to be insecure. You should never look down on yourself and have self-pity because I don’t see you as less. I love you and I won't look at other women. My eyes are glued to you and you own my heart. You own all of me."

I smiled. "Don't sweet talk to me please. You’re already making me all red.”

He chuckles.

"I love you Harry."

"I love you so much more than just to the moon and back babe."

And he always makes me feel okay.