When I met Harry

Chapter 4

Eleanors P.O.V

‘What was that about?’ I pipe up.

‘Don’t know.’ Louis murmurs. Harry groans, and walks out of the suite, slamming the door on the way out.

‘I seriously don’t get them.’ I stand and pick up the mugs, walking out into the kitchen I wash them up, pondering over the thought of the Havery drama. Havery was a cute couple name. I feel arms place themselves around my waist.

‘Stop thinking about it.’ He whispers into my ear. I pull away and dry my hands on the tea towel.

‘Think about what?’ I ask.

‘Them.’

‘But Lou-’

‘Trust me I think they’d make a decent couple too – but I don’t think they’re good for each other.’

‘Why not?’ I say throwing my hands in the air.

‘Because they’re not Elounor.’ He laughs, pulling me in for a kiss.

Harrys P.O.V

I knock on the door, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jeans. Avery opens the door, a look of anger on her face.

‘Come to insult me more?’ She says sarcastically. I shake my head looking at the ground.

‘No.’

‘Good.’ She slams the door, in my face, confusing me. Did she not want me to apologize?

Averys P.O.V

I slam the door in his face, and slide down to the floor, leaning against the door. He knocks some more but I ignore him. I wait until the knocking stops before I decide to make the journey to Madison Square Garden. I grab my leather jacket and walk out the front door, ignoring Harry’s shouts. Screw him, the arrogant prick. I take the journey down the elevator and walk out into the lobby. I walk outside and flag down a cab. Hopping in I give the driver my directions, hoping for the journey to be quick and easy. The same goes for the whole New York trip.

I pay the cab driver an extra $10 and jump out. Making my way into MSG, I text Siva letting him know I’m here. I alert the receptionist, and she hands me a lanyard with a visitor card on it. I sign in and follow the directions to the main part of the huge building.

Walking into the main part of MSG I take in the huge number of seats. I was to perform here in only a short amount of time. I hum along to Chasing the Sun, while I find somewhere to sit. I decide and sit down pulling my phone out.  I check my texts immediately finding one from Eleanor.

Eleanor: Where are you?

Me: MSG

The boys finish and all but Siva exit the stage. He gestures for me to come to him and I oblige, walking towards the stage. He takes his ear piece out and hands his mic to a backstage worker. I walk to him and hug his waist. He hugs me back, and I can’t help but let out a tear.

‘Why does he hate me?’ I murmur.

‘Who?’ He whispers.

‘Harry Styles.’ I reply. He pulls back and puts his hands on my shoulders.

‘So it’s true?’

‘No!’ I throw my hands up. I walk off the stage and follow the workers instructions to the boys’ dressing room. I knock and I’m instantly invited in. I sit between Max and Tom, trying to join in with the conversation.

‘So you and Harry huh?’ Jay smiles.

‘Fuck off.’ I say, earning a few ‘Oohs’.

‘Not true then?’ Tom says. I shake my head. ‘So it is true?’

‘Nowhere near. He hates me because I know you guys more or less.’ I pull my plait out of its restraint and run my fingers through my hair. Nathan stands up, making his way to the door. ‘Where are you going?’ I ask.

‘To kick some curly ass.’ He leaves the room, the boys in tow. I lie on the couch and bury my face in my pillow. For fuck sake.