When I met Harry

Chapter 5

‘What do you mean they’ve gone for Harry?’ Louis more or less shouts down the phone.

‘I mean they have gone for Harry. I told them that he can’t stand me because he hates them or something. He always gets annoyed when I talk to Siva, and the other week at the X Factor, when I was sorting something out with Siva, and Nathan tagged along he didn’t like it.’ I explain. I am met with silence from the other end, until I hear the beep signaling the calls been ended. I throw my phone on the opposite couch. For God’s sake. I pick it up and walk out of MSG, signing out and handing in my visitors card. I don’t even know where Siva is. They know where I’m staying – and Harry! Shit! I pull out my phone and call Siva – voicemail. Same for the other four guys. I get a cab back to the hotel, making my way to Louis and Eleanors suite. I knock on the door, to find it open under my touch. I walk in and head straight for the living room. Harry and Siva are shouting at each other, while Louis and Eleanor are nowhere to be in sight. Same with Jay, Max, Tom and Nath. Weird.

Siva shoves Harry back and that’s when I decide to intrude. I stand between them both and fold my arms over my chest.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I shout, silencing them. Siva turns and walks out and Harry throws himself on the sofa, putting his arm over his face.

‘What did you tell them?’

‘That you hated me for knowing them.’ I whisper.

‘Well that’s a straight up lie.’

‘So care to explain why you get annoyed when Nathan or Siva or anything like that comes up?’ He sits up and readjusts his hair, shrugging his shoulders. ‘Not a good enough answer.’ And that’s when I walk out for what seems to be the second time today.

No one is answering their phones and I’m left to my own thoughts. I check the time 7 o’clock. I can’t go out because it’s now dark. Fuck. I try calling everyone again, no one’s phones picking up. I even phoned Zayn, Niall, and Liam. No such luck. I just put it down to everyone wanting to ignore me. After all, all I seem to cause is trouble. A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I stand and make my way towards the door, looking through the peep hole I see nobody. I open to see a piece of folded up paper on the floor. I open it viewing the messy script.

Sorry - Harry

A picture has been drawn next to the words; it looks like skyscrapers, with stars above them. Probably a reference to the time on the roof. I fold the piece of paper up and grab my coat off the side. I put on my boots, and walk out of the apartment. I head for the stairs, and walk up them, anticipating, hoping.

I breathe a sigh of relief, at the sight of an open roof door. I walk out onto the roof, drinking in the beautiful sight.  I scan the large space, pausing when I see the tall figure of what can only be Harry. I walk up to him, and stuff my hands into my pockets.

‘I’m sorry.’ I whisper. He turns and smiles.

‘I’m sorry, too.’ He pulls me into a hug similar to the one from last week, but this time he kisses the top of my head, and leans his head onto my own. We stay like this for a while before I decide on pulling our happy moment apart. ‘Why don’t you like them?’

‘They’ve always seemed cocky to me.’ I shake my head and tuck a few loose pieces of hair behind my ear.

‘You don’t even know them like I do.’ I sigh. I take in the sight of Harry, just being able to see him in the dim lighting. Dark jeans, white Converse, dark blue top, and jacket. ‘I need to go, but please. Try not to be so judgmental in the future?’ He nods and I walk back to my apartment with only sleep on my mind