Don't Let Me Go [h.s.] [ON HOLD]

14 / Crazy In Love

Harmony's POV

March 16

I walk forward on the London streets, the breeze passing through my hair, letting it flow behind me. I hold a cup of coffee in my hands, the smoke coming out from the top crack of the cup and mixing with the cold wind. I notice how there isn't a sun out, which isn't really surprising. The sky is a clear white, and it relaxes me.

Gemma walks beside me, wearing a gray jumper, black jeans, and black boots. She obviously reminds me of someone. She holds a cup of coffee in her hands as well, and her straight orange hair flows with the wind. She smiles at a group of young boys playing soccer on the grass across the street, probably getting ready for some soccer practice.

I smile, seeing how focused they are in their game. They work together passing the ball to each other before one of them scores a goal. When we walk around the corner, we hear them cheering.

"Never in my life have I been so focused in a game of footy," Gemma laughs, taking a drink from her cup of dark liquid. "Can you imagine me playing soccer? How horrendous would that be?"

I laugh, placing my hand on her shoulder. "Don't put yourself down, Gem. I'm sure you're not as bad as I am. The second I got tackled for even touching the ball, Ariana told me sports wasn't for me." I laugh at the memory.

Gemma shrugs, keeping quiet for a second as we drink from our cups of coffee. "You know who really is the worst at soccer? My brother."

"I knew you would say that," I shake my head at her with a smile.

"Because you can't deny it." She fires back. I push her shoulder playfully, causing her to lose her balance for a second before she can gain it again.

Her phone rings and she takes it out from her pocket. I watch as her eyebrows furrow before she quickly texts back. "Let me guess.. Ashton?"

Gemma looks up slowly while she puts her phone away, looking guilty as hell. She licks the bottom of her lip, still looking at me while I smirk at her. She smiles, and shakes her hand from exhaustion. "Oh, come on! Like I've told you time and time before, we're just friends. Really close friends."

I nod quickly, still smirking. There's a mid pause before we both start cracking up. "Oh my God, Gem." I laugh. "Whatever you say."

"It's true," Her laughter starts to die down as moments pass. "We just like each other's company and like hanging out... And he's picking me up in fifteen minutes at the studio." She adds quickly, as if hoping I won't hear what she's said. She fails.

"Gemma..." I say, drinking the last bit of coffee. She shrugs her shoulders and gives me an innocent look as she takes another sip from her drink. "Ok whatever, let's go so you can make it on time. I won't ask anymore questions." I say, taking her hand in mine and hearing her cheer as we walk back to the studio.

**

"Where's Gemma?" Is the first question I hear from Gemma's overprotective little brother, who also happens to be my husband.

"Uh," I say, closing the door behind me. "She left. She had plans."

Harry nods, taking a drink from his bottled water. The boys are sat down on the carpet, and I'm guessing they've taken a break for now. "Did Mum or Robin pick her up? Or did she take a cab?" He asks.

I squirm as I ignore his curious gaze and walk past the boys. I ruffle Niall's hair in my fingers as I pass by him, making him giggle. A smile erupts in my face before I stand in front of Harry and he's still waiting for me to answer my question. "No, a friend picked her up."