Trust Over Time

Chapter 61 : Clubs and Coke

AN: I'm sorry for the amount of POV changes there are..

~ 6 months later ~

Harry's POV:

I pulled my half asleep body up from the jet plane chair and made my way down the stairs and got into the dim windowed Range Rover that was waiting for my arrival.

It's been 6 months since life ended for me. I lost everything. The Band. But the most important thing I lost was her. Tyra Bennett. A lot of people will now be aware of the words she's become a bit of a popular name globally.  I hadn't seen her since the day I bumped into her at the record label.

That was the last day I was in London. After having a massive disagreement with Simon I decided to take a break from the world and really work on what my life had become. I gave up all hope of regaining trust from Tyra. Now she's also in the spotlight she probably doesn't even think about our past together. I had just arrived back from a 6 month trip to Jamaica, Simon sent over a few members of the team over to work with me. Much to my surprise we actually worked really well and formed a rough version of an album. Some music that Simon might actually approve of.

I gazed out of my window and took in the familiar sights of London. Soon I arrived one that was almost too familiar. I jumped out of the car outside Simon's office building and headed inside. My sunglasses remained shielded over my jet lagged eyes. My head was locked down to the floor beneath my feet as I made the well known walk to Simon's office.

As I approached I looked down at my phone and saw the time was exactly on the time I was appointed with. Without even stopping to greet his assistant Sarah I showed myself into his office and sat down at his desk. I reached down into my jacket pocket and pulled out a USB stick and firmly placed it onto the desk.

Simon was sat in his swivel chair and as he slowly turned around he made sure for our eyes to connect together. "It was nice of you to finally show up Mr Styles. You haven't exactly kept me up to date with your location or stage in the new album."

I shrugged it off not wanting to have to explain myself to the 61 year old pile of disgust sat smugly before me. He looked down at the USB stick and then again back up at me. "This better not be filled with soppy love songs about the girl who's actually made a name for herself recently" A sudden wave of pain wavered over me realising just exactly who he was talking about.

"You wanted real life emotion." I stated strongly. "That's what you got."

He snatched a hold of the USB stick and threw it into the draw of his desk and pointed to the door signalling for me to be dismissed.

Just as I was about to reach for the door handle his sharp words hit me before I was able to leave. "If you miss her that much she's got a VIP booth booked at the bar she opened tonight from 9pm" I noticed the concerning fact that Simon knew her exact whereabouts but before I could question it he continued. "If you want your name in the media again you should go."

Tyra's POV:

"You ready T? " said my hairdresser Kali as she finished plumping up my hair and coating it with hairspray. I nodded "It's opening night babyyy!"

She let my hair sit for a few minutes and then came back and ran her fingers through it once more. "It's been 6 months T you need to be over it by now." I locked my phone quickly knowing that she could see over my shoulder that I was looking at an article that Harry was back in town. It always concerned me that I never knew where he went. He sort of just disappeared. I was going to call him but Simon said it would only distract me from the bigger picture. The Tyra Bennett picture.

"Have you got me the stuff?" I asked looking over at my assistant Becca. She nodded before pointing down at the pocket of my outfit and I knew where she'd hidden the goods. I pulled on the rest of my outfit which included a red body tight jumpsuit and a black leather jacket. As I pulled the jacket over my shoulders I felt the small bag in my pocket and smiled. "Tonight's going to be a good one" I mumbled under my breath as I made my way out to the taxi waiting for me.