Chapter 4
Harry's P.O.V.
Well, that sure went.. well. I wonder if she'll come back. I'm kindof hoping she will. It's always nice to meet new people. But in all actuality, does she really not know who I am? If it was a year ago, I wouldn't be surprised. But now? I stood there scratching the back of my neck, long before I tuned in Megan and I heard her say "So, are we gonna get on with your tattoo?"
"Yeah," I replied. I went to roll up my sleeve, but I realized my muscle tee. I sat there in awe. I kept thinking about her, she wasn't like any one I've met before. She's different. Odd. Odd, in a good way. Confusing. Makes me want to chase after her, and that's what all the fun is about. But, she didn't reply to my offer to take her home! Wouldn't any girl say yes? Oh, that sounds quite bad. Not every girl is going to swoon over me because I'm famous, and in a boy band.
"You're in a pickle," Megan said after a long time, interrupting my thought. I looked up and turned my head towards her.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh I think you know. Or have you forgotten?" She said looking up from her work. I didn't say anything, I just sat there, looking for her to tell me. Was she just pulling my leg? She rolled her eyes. "Harry. I saw none other than Taylor Swift drop you off infront of the parlor. Tell me that there isn't anything going on there, huh?" She said, putting some more finishing touches to a flag. And I think my heart sunk to my feet when she said that.
"Oh my gosh, Taylor.." The thought of her had completely slipped my mind. I don't even like her! I really don't! She has these asian eyes that freak me out! She called me up earlier today and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was planning on getting a tattoo, and she totally invited herself along. She's looking on shops around the block. Just like when we were first spotted together, I met her a while back in April for the Kid's Choice Awards. I thought she was sweet, and so we exchanged numbers. Then out of the blue she asks me what I'm doing. So, she tags along with Lou and I. I honestly didn't like her holding baby Lux when I wanted to. Grabbing my hand in front of the paparazzi was not okay. Our fans are in complete caos. This whole thing seems like a publicity act. I wonder if it is. Because I didn't get the memo." Ugh, Megan," I said pressing my hand to my forehead. I sucked in air though gritted teeth, because the needle hurt my skin a little. After a while I've gotten used to it.
"Don't look at me! I'm just the tattoo artist." She said raising her hands up.
"But, but what will I tell Kirsten? 'Yeah sorry I actually can't because I am being forced to drive back some other famous girl'?! Megan, you see how she acts. I mean, I just met her. I want to know her more, but she already seems like she has trust issues. What if I make it worse?"
"Harry! Just tell her to walk home!"
"Who Kirsten?" I was raising my voice now.
"No, Taylor! Sounds like she isn't so innocent."
"Do you have any idea how big of a douche dick I will look like to the press?"
"Hey! Language!" She yelled at me. She took a deep breath, and I did the same. "You're tattoo is done," she spat at me. It was a really beautiful ship.
"Thanks, Megan." I gave her a tight hug.
"Just for you, Styles." She said hugging me back. I can get a smile out of anyone. Just then, the room shook.
"Woah, what was that?" I said.
"Thunder," Megan said putting her tools away. "We're supposed to get a huge storm. I just love thunder, don't you?" She continued. Just then, Kirsten came in through the door.
"Oh, bummer. I didn't get to see her doing the tattoo. Can I see, though?" Kirsten asked coming over to my arm. I turned and showed her, my eyes frantically trying to get Megan's attention. "Awesome," She said feeling my arm. She even went over my muscles. She takes in everything she sees. "So," Kirsten started. "Zoe and I worked it all out. She said that she would let you take me home, I just need to call my mom and explain yada yada yada yada.." She must have read it on my face. "...Something wrong..?"
"I should go." Megan said, walking past us and then yelling "You're welcome!" Before closing the door. Another noise of thunder.
"Weird. Whatever. Anyways,"
"I can't take you home."
"What?" She smiled. I only felt worse when she did. "Quit playing around," she came into give me playful punch, but I backed away so she only punched air. "Harry?" She looked annoyed. "Are," she scoffed. "Are you kidding?"
"No," Guilt was flowing over me. Right now I would have done anything to tell Taylor to get lost.
"I don't think you understand,"
"I don't think you understand." I echoed. She jerked her head back as if I had gone into slap her.
"Harry, Zoe left," She started. Could I just shoot myself right now? "she left. She knows who you are. She said that she would trust you. Oh, and something about saying hi for her to a guy named Niall? I don't know.." So! Her friend is a Niall girl. "I have no ride, and I was depending on you, and I'm pretty sure tha-" BOOM went the thunder. "..I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't let me walk home in the pouring rain with no jacket, or means of transportation. Do you know how easy it is to get lost in L.A.?"
"I can't take you home." I repeated. She came closer.
"Why?" She asked. She smelled like vanilla. I can sniff out any scent someone is wearing.
"Trust me, you-"
"Trust you? You sure?"
"Listen," I spat at her. "It's just a stupid ride." Her sadness turned into anger. I could tell by the way her temples twitched and how I could see her jaw tighten. I just pushed the wrong button.
"You mean to tell me, that I have to walk home in the pouring rain, my house is I don't know how many miles away, I have no friends nearby, no service, and you don't feel one ounce of guilt?" She said stepping closer.
"I can't give you a ride! I don't even know you! You're a stranger to me! All I know is your name and that you're stubborn as hell! Get over it!" Was this seriously me talking? Kirsten stood there, mouth agate. Then after a few seconds of bitter silence, she snapped her jaw shut, placed her phone in her pocket, and came closer.
"Do you know this is why I can't open up to people, can't trust people?"
"GIVE IT A REST!"
"Fine," I could see the tears forming. "Just thought it would be nice to have someone to lean on once in a while," She said. She was a tough girl. Tougher than anyone I've ever met. And to make it worse, she just used my own words against me.
"Bye, 'Harry Styles'. Whatever your name is. If your famous or not. See ya round," The door slam must have made a crack in the wall. I looked around and slammed my fist into my hand. Couldn't I have seen? She doesn't trust anyone! Knowing she trusted me made me feel great! Knowing that I lost it made me feel like king shit head of the fucking universe.
