Chapter 47

                                    

                                          
Chapter 47:
                          
Taylor's POV
                          
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Perrie asks me. She looks as if she just saw a ghost.
                          
"Yeah sure," I answer her hurridly.
                          
"We'll be back, we're just going to the bathroom,' Perrie announces.
                          
Niall mutters something about girls being weird as Harry and Zayn shrug. Perrie practically drags me down the hall. We bump into several people and I reply with rushed apologies as she pulls me into the bathroom. She shuts the door and locks it just to be safe.
                          
"Perrie what is this-" I begin but she interupts me.
                          
"Heather is here. She's a new student at performing arts!' She says.
                          
"What?" I growl and take a step back in disbelief.
                          
"I accidentally elbowed her in the head and she introduced herself. I knew it was the Heather you told me about because she was new to the school and kinda snobby," Perrie explains as she paces back and forth.
                          
"OK. Calm down. We have to calm down...I think as long as we don't let the boys know there won't be a problem. Just act cool until she does something distructive or reputation ruining,' I plan out.
                          
"Alright,' Perrie sighs.
                          
We straighten ourselves out and then unlock the door. Lucky no one had needed entrance while we were staying in there. Perrie and I act natural as soon as we walk back to the boys. Harry pulls my body to his as we stand and chat with the boys.
                          
"Where's Max?" Cher asks after a moment of conversation.
                          
"I don't know actually. He told me that he was going to get something to drink," Niall tells her.
                          
"I can't believe he came here alone. Not even with friends,' She sighs.
                          
Louis pecks her on the check and a small grin makes its way onto her face. After a moment we all decided to head back onto the dance floor. I move to the music and Harry spins me around a few times. After a few songs I had completely forgotten about Heather.
                          
That is until we stopped dancing and Harry had spotted her near the drink table. WITH MAX.
                          
"What the hell is she doing here?" He groans.
                          
"I dunno," I lie and Perrie shoots me a look.
                          
"I should go talk to her,' He suggests.
                          
"Harry don't. You'll cause a scene and I doubt she's even seen you yet," I reason.
                          
"I just hate that no matter what happens she's always finding a way to weasel into my life. I don't think I can handle much more of her if I'm going to be quite honest,' He snaps.
                          
"She's not worth it mate," Liam replies.
                          
"I know. But I think someone should find the time to warn Max that she's no good," Harry argues.
                          
"I mean if Max likes her don't say anything. She'll be distracted and Max will finally have someone to keep him company. Please just don't go over there," Louis huffs.
                          
"Ugh fine. But I swear if she tries anything I might have to make a scene,' He says tossing his hands in the air.
                          
"Not here," I warn.
                          
He then proceeds to roll his eyes. I turn around to face Michelle and begin to watch Max and Heather. She finally has a genuine smile on her face. Wait what she blushing? I had never seen Heather like this, even on our first meeting in DC. I wonder if she actually took interest in Max. I am snapped out of my day dream and wandering thoughts when I notice Harry leave. I give Niall a look.