Recommence

Chapter 4

*Harry's POV*

When we get to the building, it looks absolutely nothing like how it did in the picture we looked up. I've heard they re-decorate for almost every celebrity that comes and I personally think that's a waste of time and money.

We're a bit early, so we walk into the dressing room where there's a plate of chocolate chip and sugar cookies. Niall grabs about five of each, looking quite content, and plops down on a comfortable looking couch.

"Did you guys see that one girl out there? The one in the trashcan?" Louis laughs.

"I hope she's alright. I think she fell over trying to get to us." Liam says. He's concerned, of course, for the well-being of our fans. Honestly, I think she had no business in a fucking trashcan to begin with so it's her fault she fell.

About thirty minutes later, they call us to start the shoot. We're getting our make-up done for the second part of the shoot when a strangely familiar looking girl peeps her head through the door. She looks as if she's about to exit the room, but our her eyes meet mine for just a second before looking away. I see her mentally scold herself and then put on a smile as she walks in. Somehow, I can tell that smile was fake.

"Hi, I'm Allison." she warmly greets and sticks her hand out to Liam. He shakes her hand, introduces himself and returns an equally charming smile.

 

The same goes for each of the boys until she gets to Niall who gives her a kiss on the cheek. I don't know why, but I feel like slapping the fucking Irish out of him. Why the hell do I feel that way? I'm not even one hundred percent sure that I know this girl. When she gets to me, I look down and notice that she's wearing a bracelet. There's only one person in the entire world with a charm bracelet like that. Allison Primrose Anderson The girl I left to go audition for the Xfactor. But, I did more than leave her. I abandoned her.

*Flashback*

 "Harry, it's time to let her go. She's gonna ruin your reputation once you make it big." my friend at the time, Josh, had said.

 "But, she's my best friend. I love her." I said.

 "Do you honestly think she feels the same way? There are plenty of girls out there. Just think of all the ones you'll be able to get once you make it big." he continued.

 "Yeah. She's just a hanging thread. It's time to pull her loose." my other friend at the time, Dave, had said.

That night, I wrote a note to Allison, telling her that I was leaving.  I really didn't want to, I don't even know why I did it. I cried my eyes out. I felt like a fucking dick while writing it, filling the paper with lies. I felt and still do feel so guilty for what I did to her. She didn't deserve it and I sure as hell didn't deserve her. The next morning, I asked Allison if she wanted to go to the beach with me. Of course, she said yes. I just wanted to spend my last day with her and only her.

"I can't believe we're graduating!" she said excitedly.

 "I know." I said and ran my fingers through my hair. It was shorter then, but still curly. I only did this when I was distressed and Allison knew that. I was just thinking of the pain I was about to put her through. Why am I doing this? I shouldn't be doing this. She's going to fucking loose it when she reads that letter.