Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

*Are you free tonight?*

I look at Harry's text, sighing. I am free, but to see Harry, maybe not. I don't want to see him because I don't want to hide from him about going to America, but at the same time I don't want him to know because I know he won't take it well. I just know. I also haven't seem him since out little fight a few days, and I've been avoiding his calls. Basically, there a few factors all contributing to me being cold towards Harry, but I can't help it. I'm freaking out. I eventually decide to answer his text.

*Yeah, why's that?*

*Got a last minute gig, can you please come?*

I am happy for Harry that he's found something he likes, but I'm also worried the more I think about it. What if he's expecting more from this band than what he gets? I don't want him to have high expectations and then be let down, and then end up in a state he's finally getting out of.

*Sure.*

He texts me the adress and the time of the gig, which happens to be in about an hour. I have a quick shower and manage to make my hair look okay, and then put on makeup. A lot of makeup. My eyes look exhausted and my skin in general is just looking gross. This is what stress mixed with a lack of sleep does to me. I just wish that Harry and I had a normal relationship so that I could tell him about America and it wouldn't be such a big deal.  

As I'm about to head out the door, I hear my phone ringing. I quickly pull it out of my bag and check who it is. Amanda. Shit, I have to answer this. I check the time, Harry's gig is starting very soon and if I'm going to make it on time, I have to leave now. Harry or Amanda? Fuck. I answer the phone, and try to disguise the stress in my voice.

"Hi, Amanda!"

"Alexa, I have some news. The leaving date has been pushed back, we're now leaving in a month."

"Okay, great. Was that all?"

"One other thing.. The job has now extended to six months, is that going to be okay?"

Six months? I could definitely do a few months, but half a year? That's another story. This is an amazing opportunity though, and I'd be absolutely insane to give it up.

"Yeah, that's fine with me."

"Great, I'll be in touch."

I quickly hang up and run to the car. Shit, I'm going to be late. I told Harry I would get there in time to talk to him before he went on, but now I'm definitely not going to be there in time for that. I consider not even going because I know he's going to be mad at me afterwards anyway, but I guess he'll be more angry if I don't show at all. 

When I arrive at the venue, it is actually packed. I walk in, pushing through crowds of people, trying to see the stage. Harry's band isn't that popular, is it? Surely there's someone else here that all these people are here for. When I finally get in view of the stage, sure enough, these people are here for Harry's band. I am still a fair way back from the stage and I have no doubt that Harry can't see me, but I wish he could. Despite my not really wanting to see him right now, I want him to know that I am here for him and that I support him. When they finish their songs, they all wave to the audience and then head off stage.

A few minutes later the crowds start to leave, and there is more room, and Harry comes out. He walks over to me, and kissing me quickly. I can instantly tell he's annoyed at me. I force a smile, "Hey." His band mates approach us. "Hey, I'm Ashton." The one who was playing the drums says, giving me a hug. Harry introduces the rest of them, "This is Calum, Mike and Luke." They each hug me, and they all seem like genuinely nice guys. "Did you enjoy the show?" Luke asks. I nod, "Yeah, it was great."

"Can I talk to you?" Harry says in front of them. I can tell that all suddenly feel a little awkward, and so do I. Harry grabs my hand and we walk out the front of the venue. I look back and see the others all wondering what the hell just happened. "Why did you come late?" Harry says, clearly frustrated with me. Once again, if I were in a normal relationship, this wouldn't be a big deal, but because this is Harry, it is a big deal. "I'm sorry, something just came up as I was heading out the door." He shakes his head, "Of course." He walks away from me, heading down the street. "Harry, where are you going?" I call out. "Home!" I roll my eyes and run after him. "You're just going to walk home?" He nods, "Yep, it's not far." I stop following him. "Fine." He turns around, "Bye." 

"Grow up, Harry." I turn around to head back to my car, and hear his footsteps behind me. "Why can't you just be happy for me? Is it because you want all the attention? Please just tell me why the fuck you're being so distant! You've been avoiding me for days!" I unlock my car and put my jacket and bag inside. "You know what's bugging me? I want a relationship where we can sort out our problems without it turning into a fight. I want a relationship where I don't have to worry about ever slightly upsetting you. I want a normal relationship, Harry." I decide to leave out the fact that what's also bugging me is my America situation.

"What are you saying? You don't want to be with me?" I shake my head, "No, Harry. I just.." I don't know what to say. "This is who I am, Alexa. I'm sorry if that's not good enough for you." He turns back around and walks off again. "That's not what I meant." I yell out to him, but he keeps walking, ignoring me. Fuck fuck fuck. I hear the door to the venue open, and hear foot steps. I turn around and see Harry's band mates. Three of them walk to their car, and Ashton comes over to me. "Hey, are you okay?" I laugh, thinking about how ridiculous this whole situation is. "I will be." He nods, "Here." He hands be a piece of paper with his number on it. "Oh, Harry and I-" I go to explain that I'm not interesting in a relationship but he stops me, "I know, it's just if you ever want a friend to talk to." I nod, "Thanks."

Wether or not I'll keep his number, I have no idea, but it's nice to know I have someone to talk to. It seems the only people in my life these days are Harry, my parents and then there's Louis, but due to our past, it's a little hard to talk to him about my problems.. So it's nice knowing I have someone now. "Is Harry.. alright?" He asks. I shrug, "He should be." He nods, "I should go. Night." I smile, "Goodnight."