Harry Styles; Short Story Imagines

Their Guitarist (Pt 11)

Max Hillers: 

 I sigh as I walk through the hallways, last nights memories replaying in my head. After we reached to the hotel yesterday, I had slammed the car door shut as I got down and aggressively opened the back seat.

I ushered the boys down and pushed the seat down, releasing the other three idiots. I told Kai and him to get down before dragging a sleepy Hazel out of the car. No one told me anything as they could see I was clearly in a bad mood. Then again, when wasn't I? 

Curly hadn't said a word since then, and I swear if he talks to me again I'm gonna loose my shit. As bad as I don't like admitting it, I know we're gonna have to talk at one point. I mean, we do basically have to see eachother's faces everyday.

I suddenly flinch as something warm unexpectedly wraps around my white baggy sweatpants, an unfamiliar giggle rings in my ears. 

I look down to see a small girl, possibly at the age of 3. Her small, tiny hands were wrapped around my legs, making me confused. Her short blonde hair were tied in pigtails as she wore a grey sweater with pink and blue buttons, topped with black leggings and brown puffy boots. She must be one of these random families child. What is she doing here in the middle of the hallway?

I was going to pull her off but then I suddenly noticed how she was looking in a certain direction, which happened to be in front of her as she was giggling, as if she was waiting for someone to come catch her. What is she doing? 

"Where are you?" I heard a voice sing-song from afar. It came from the direction this baby was looking in.

 Is this baby getting kidnapped? Why the fuck is she happy? She got even more excited as she started jumping up and down while I got even more confused while we could see the persons shadow coming closer and closer, "I'm coming to get you." 

As soon as this person's shadow got closed and closer, they yelled playfully as they saw the small girl huddled around my leg as she giggled. In confusion, that persons eyes travels up my body, to see who I was, and his smile immediately drops while he straightens his playful posture.

Shit, why is he always here? Fuck. 

I have no idea what to tell him. Do I apologize? Do I explain everything? What will Kai think? Where's Hazel? Why do I care what Kai thinks? Why should I apologize? I'm not turning like my old self, am I? 

Our staring competition got interrupted when the young blonde girl pulled on my black crop top. I unintentionally bend down to her, getting on her height. I still have no idea who she is.

"Lux." Curly says, now looking at the both of us. He was wearing his usual black shirt and black skinny jeans with black Chelsea boots. Does he ever not wear the same thing? Sometimes I wonder if he even changes his clothes. 

I watch as he speed walks towards us and grabs, who I think, Lux in his arms while he stood back up again, I copy his actions as I stand up too,"What are you doing here?" 

"Playing." She giggles and speaks in her adorable baby voice. 

He glares at me, and looks back at Lux, "Well, you don't want to be playing or be anywhere near her, okay?" Lux's smile drops as her blue eyes then travel to my brown ones, making my heart sink. Yeah, I did deserve that though, "We don't like her. She is what you call a 'part-pooper'" 

Making me glare at him. Oh, who're you call a party pooper? Mother fucker, I'm the part maker. "Let's go." He says as he starts to walk away. 

I was about to stop him, but then I thought...what am I going to stop him for? What will I tell him? This is the first time I haven't insulted Curly back after he insulted me.