Thunder

Chapter 4-PART 2

I walked out the door of the hotel waving at the few fans who had braved the cold to stand outside, I walked over to them to smile and get a few pictures.

"Are you looking forward to seein Harry again?" One of them asked me, after I had taken a picture with them.

"I'm looking forward to One Direction coming back," I smiled, it was true, if I was honest, I was still a fangirl at heart .

"Did you and Harry ever kiss?" another asked feverishly.

I smiled, "Of course not, he was with Ashley at the time!" I laughed remembering the old specualtions.

"I ship Haury!" One squealed, I laughed again.

"Trust me, Harry and I are just friends and I haven't talked to him in years."

"What 1D song do you want to sing?" One of them interupted, I tapped the side of my nose laughing and walked away after giving them all a quick goodbye.

I got into the car with Jamie, one of the boys, he smiled at me and flashed me his iPod, "Rock Me" he smiled.

"Is that a request?" I giggled. He winked.

"Only if you want it to be..." he pulled out his earphones, "so you excited for lads?" I nodded.

"Haven't seen Harry in so long," I mused.

"Oh yeah forgot you had an affair with him," he said reminiscent.

I frowend, "Wait what?"

Jamie raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you?" I shook my head laughing.

"We were both dating at the time," I laughed.

"Stranger things have happened," he shrugged still smiling not trying to be serious. That's what I loved about Jamie, he flirted with everyone but was nice to everyone and always ready for a joke. His ice blue eyes and light brown quiffed and his honey like voice won him votes week after week and he was already a favorite to win.

"So do you know what you want to sing?" I asked him. 

He nodded, "What makes you beautiful, what else?" he smiled.

"It'll be hard to get," I warned, he nodded to show he understood.

"You?" he asked me.

"I think I'd like to do Kiss You, it's the most fun!" I smiled, remembering how funny the video had been.

"Sure you better do what Simon says," he paued, "pun intended."

We pulled up at the studio and parted ways to are serpearte dressing rooms, I was sitting in mine only for a minute, when I heard a knock. Probably Simon,

"Come in," I chirped, and Simon entered, he glanced at me with a sympathetic smile.

"I thought I told you to get some sleep," he said.

I gave a weak smile, "I tried," I paused, "What about this week?" I asked him.

"One Direction...what song are you thinking?" he asked me.

"Kiss You," I said, he nodded.

"No one has picked that one, you should be fine, but it has to be completely up tempo, I want a full on dance routine so work hard," he briefed, "you can go on down to studio one then." I nodded and smiled at him, before getting up and leaving.

I pushed open the door and walked in and they were all in there, all five of them, the five boys I had always dreamed about and thought about and now they were all here.

There was Zayn, he hadn't changed, his jaw line still perfect and his tanned face exotic with his jet black hair messy on his head.

Then there was Niall, engaged to a girl from Mullingar, his easy smile infectious and his brown roots blending into his bleached hair.

Liam, was invested in a conversation with Louis, both of them unchanged, with a few more tattoos of course, both married now to Danielle and Eleanor. Then there was him, leaning against the ballet bar across the mirror and the only one to have notice my entrance. He had looked up immediately, twenty five now, he seemed so old to me.

He wore a simple white t-shirt and black jeans his arms crossed over his chest, the muscles bulging, he had matured in his face, his jaw more defined and his eyes brighter but some how more haunted, his eyes, flashed to my face and then he surveyed me as a whole, the scarring on my hip seemed to tingle as though he coudl see it.

"Harry," I breathed, he cleared the room in a few steps and enveloped me in a tight hug, I could smell him through his jacket and he clasped me tight.

"Wow," he said, "you're so..." he struggled for a minute, "different."

I asjusted my strap on my shoulder, "I heard about you and Ashley," I said, he gave a harsh laugh.

"I think the whole world heard about that." he said, the other boys noticed my precese now and came over to introduce themselves.

"Sorry to walk out on you," Niall smiled, "but we're supposed to fan out among the other contestants,"

"No problem," I said, "wait isn't there six though," I frowned.

Zayn shook his head, "Mandy's sick," he said, "we'll catch up with her later."

"Harry do you wanna stay here?" Liam said, "you seem to know each other?" 

I smiled, "fine with me," and Harry nodded.

They all left, and Harry clapped his hand together awkwardly, "So what song are you doing?"

"Kiss You," I said, "Simon wants all out though, dancing and all that." Harry nodded.

"How have you been?" he asked.

I nodded, "good."

"Did Darren ever..." he trailed off.

"We don't have to talk about him," I reassured him.

"I hope you got to your friends okay anyway," he said, I nodded but said nothing, I pulled, off my hoodie to get ready for the dancing, but my t-shirt got caught up in the fabric.

"What the hell is that?" Harry whispered shocked, I pulled off my hoodie completely to see his eyes trained on my hip were those word where etched, I pulled down my t-shirt hurridely, but he raised his eyes to mine in shock and I knew, that he knew.