Chapter 23
Harry’s P.O.V
After that night, I pushed every budding thought of Louise out of my mind, not matter how hard it was. No matter how beautiful her smile was, no matter how bright her eyes were, and no matter how she made me feel, I had to. I couldn’t let her in. I decided to turn my attention towards work instead, pushing her to the back of my mind. It was already Thursday, and I had to go to the studio today to get some writing done. I’d been pushing it off for I’m not sure how long, and the boys were beginning to get mad at me for it. We had only been home for about 4 months now, after the tour. No touring, no promotions, nothing, just staying at home. It was only around 3:15 in the afternoon when I finally arrived at the studio, walking from my flat. When I walked into the old brick building, it was dark, and cold. I looked around, afraid I was in the wrong place. I began to turn around, reaching for the handle of the door, until a strong grip latched onto my arm and whirled me back around. Within seconds I was stuck in a tight embrace, and I wasn’t sure who with. When I was finally released, and I could breathe again, I blinked, making sure I was really seeing who was standing in front of me. “Ed?” I finally spoke up, relieved I had come to the right place.
Louise’s P.O.V
I decided that I wasn’t going to see Harry today, after last night, I didn’t want to. Instead of moping around all day, I was set to get myself a job. I had lived in New York for long enough now that I was running low on money. I was living on a Ramen noodle diet, and that needed to stop. It was already noon, and I had barely woken up, a habit I knew I would have to break. Running out to the corner, I grabbed my newspaper, and ran back inside before the cold air could get to me. I had never really gone job searching before, I was hardly out of school, and my classes at the university started next week. Once my classes started, I knew doing anything outside of work and class would be hard, but I needed the money. Sitting down on the couch, I flipped the the back of the newspaper, circling anything that looked even remotely like a job offer. After I had circled all of them, I set the paper on the table, and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower so I could begin getting ready.
Pulling my jeans over my legs, I contemplated whether or not I knew what I was doing well enough to do this on my own. I didn’t have very many friends in the city yet, and half of the ones I knew despised me right now. Hopping into my jeans, I decided that it was worth having the help, and I reached for my phone on my bed. Still pulling my jeans up to my waist, I managed to dial the number with my free hand, and I pressed call. The phone began to ring, and suddenly I became more frantic, knowing the voice on the other end would come soon. Tripping on the ends of my jeans, I struggled to cross my room, searching for a particular shirt on the floor that I wanted to wear. When I finally found it, I reached down, unaware I was stepping on my jeans, and I plummeted to the ground, phone still in hand. I hit the ground with a thud, and as soon as I did, I heard a faint voice on the other line. “Hello?” It called, but the phone had bounced out of my reach. Desperately pulling my pants above my waist so they were finally fit around me, I scrambled to reach my phone. “Hello? Is anyone there?” the familiar voice spoke again. Grabbing the shirt in one hand and my phone in the other, I put the phone to my head. “Wait, wait!” I yelled, afraid that they had hung up. “I’m still here Lou” he laughed. “Don’t worry”. Pulling myself up so that I was sitting on my knees, I quickly pulled the shirt over my head, and brought the phone back to my ear. “Thank god, because I really need your help Luke” I said, knowing I had called the right person for help.
