Beauty// short story

part nine.

Confessions (noun): a formal statement admitting that one is guilty.
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Adeline's pov.

the next day...

"Wake up!" The loud obnoxious voice of Dylan rang through my ears followed by a push to the ground.

"When you bestie pushes you and breaks your arm. goals." I sarcastically commented and he smirked. "It's about time you got up. Jesus. You were all up in dream world and i could hear you making noises." I tried to think of my dream. I think i got killed with a chainsaw by the guy who played Erwin from Zack and Cody.

"Feel sympathy for me, I was getting killed by a janitor from Disney." I grunted getting up from the floor and going straight to my closet. Do I want to look like I'm going to be spotted by the paparazzi and look bomb or do I want to look like a washed up celebrity? I think we both know the answer to that.

"So should i wear this sweater with a soup stain on it or this random school shirt with a coffee stain on it?" I held up the two shirts. Dylan looked at me with disgust but then began to analyze the stains.

"The soup stain is less noticeable. So the sweater." I smiled as if saying 'thanks' and pulled the sweater over my head.

"Soo you and Harry?" "What about Harry and i?" I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. "He was all mopey when you weren't there. 'Where is she? I checked the bathroom. Blah blah blah' I had to say 'damn calm down look through the rooms' since I know you are an isolated soul," he then went on with words going in one ear and out the other.

I only heard the phrases fuck off , go die in a hole, and 'bro just go do it'. "Are you even listening to me right now? Because if you were you'd be quaking in your boots." "I so was." I tried to sound convincible.

"Then how come you didn't care when I said that harry wanted to kiss you?" My eyes widen and I threw myself to the floor in shock. The memory of him wanting to ask me something but then backing out flooded my mind. "That's what he was going to ask me." I hit myself in the head in acknowledgement. "Should i talk to him?"

"Obviously, text him regularly and then ease your way into telling him you know." Dylan said as if he planned what he wanted me to say. "No. I'm going to call him because texting isn't sincere enough." I grabbed my phone and unlocked it looking for his contact. "Okay if you want to make it awkward go for it." I looked at it debating but I finally pushed his number and the screen changed showing that the call went through. I put my phone up to my ear and waited.

"Hello?" Harry responded as if he just woke up. "Hey, um, sorry to wake you up but i just wanted to know if you wanted to go with me and Dylan to go eat. Dylan will pay for it." I quickly added before Dylan could hear me. "Uh, yeah sure what time?"

"Not for another few hours. Text me your address and we'll pick you up." "Okay. Well see you then." I heard some rummaging in the background, probably from him getting up to the bathroom.

"Okay bye." "Bye." I hung up and threw my phone from cringing. Dylan was walking through the door with a bag of chips. "Did it not go well?"

"I completely froze. I just awkwardly spoke like an idiot." I looked around the room for something to punch. "What'd you say?" "that you and i are picking him up in an hour to go out to eat. If you're there when I tell him maybe you can beat me to the punch so I don't have to say it." I shook my hands of embarrassment.

"You're such a dumbass." He laughed. "I know. Fuck! Help!" "How about, and this is pretty crazy, telling him that you like him or some shit?" I was now laughing. "Me? Like him? No." I said more trying to convince myself.

"Shut the fuck up. You so do. I mean you look all dopey when you look at him and you try and be funny. But you just sound like Jennifer lawerence in an interview." "That bad? Damn I must sound stupid." I huffed sitting on the edge of my bed.

"But what if i can't trust him? You know how trusting people turns out for me." Dylan sighed and sat beside me, wrapping his arm around me. "Okay I'm going to be supportive this one time. Look, you knew that guy for one day, fuck not even a day, a few hours tops. You were pressured to be around him too. Granted your reasoning to not trusting Harry is good. But you've known him a couple weeks, you had him alone in your house. If he was like Kyle don't you think he wouldn't taken you by now?" I nodded.

"You're right. I'm just being paranoid I'll tell him today what you said." "Okay good. Now put on some clothes that don't have stains on them." I groaned but agreed and looked in my closet for some better clothes.

Today was going to be a day of confessions. And I really don't want to admit who I am to the person that didn't judge me based on my past.

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A/n; woah I updated ? Crazy but no one was really interested but then I noticed people adding it to their library and this isn't a great chapter but I really tried to take my time making this to lead up to some things.

but anyway what do you think happened to Adeline?