Famous

Chapter 23

HARRY’S POV

I grabbed my jacket and headed down the elevator, calling a taxi on the way down. She didn’t really want this, she just thought she wanted this. I had to make her see what she was throwing away. I jogged through the lobby and into the swarm of paparazzi outside the hotel.

The minute I stepped out of the hotel there were people shouting my name and bright lights everywhere. I saw my taxi and hopped in before the cameras got too aggressive. I told the driver to head towards the city whilst I searched for her address in my phone. I scrolled through my history and found her address, giving it to the driver.

I wasn’t giving up on her.

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TASH’S POV

I disconnected the call and turned my phone off. I didn’t want Phoebe or Louis calling me to change my mind. No one could change my mind. I was kidding myself thinking that I could do this. I had only been away for a little over a month and my life had already fallen apart. I needed to be more realistic and get a more practical job. The whole makeup thing was working out great for my Aunt but she was good at it. She had no distractions, she was fully focused into her work. I could only dream of being at her level. It was time to stop dreaming.

The more I thought about the more I felt bad for letting everyone down, especially Harry. He made me feel so wanted, they all did but who wanted to hang out with a heartbroken nobody. They didn’t need me dragging them down.

I turned my attention back to the movie that was on. It was almost midnight but I wasn’t the slightest bit tired. Sleeping didn’t really work out for me anymore.

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Half an hour later there was a loud knock on the door. My mother was upstairs and my dad was away on a business trip. Who would be here at this time?

I stood from the couch and dug my feet into my cosy grey slippers. I opened the door and found Harry on the doorstep. Why would he come here?

“Harry what-”

My words were cut off by a pair of lips connected with mine. I instantly tried to move away but both of his hands were cupping my cheeks. His soft lips massaged against mine and I soon felt my body relax in his hands. What was he doing? I felt the small fire in the pit of my stomach grow with each movement of his lips. My hands moved up to meet his waist and he leaned further in. One of his large hands was now gripping my hair and he tugged only to leave me wanting more.

What are you doing Natasha? You’re supposed to be heartbroken, not kissing Harry Styles!

I raised my hands to his chest, completely ignoring the voice in the back of mind telling me how bad this was.

His lips were warm and the taste of mint lingered on my lips. I raked my fingers through his heavenly curls, causing a soft moan to leave his mouth. His hands travelled to my waist, the way Romeo’s would.

No. This is so wrong.

I pushed against him and quickly turned my face away. What the hell was wrong with me?

“What are you doing?” I wiped my lips, stunned at what I had just done.

“Oh my god, I don’t know why I did that. Tash I’m so sorry” he rushed, out of breath.

What was he thinking? Why was he even here?

“You shouldn’t have come here, goodbye Harry” I tried to shut the door and end our conversation but his foot blocked the door.

“I came here for a reason Natasha. You can’t leave the tour”

I sighed and opened up the door to face him.