Snapshot - (Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 5:

Harry's P.O.V:

"Meet me at the coffee shop down the road then at 2."

"Ok, see you there, and don't forget the good stuff this time."

"I won't."

The phone calls I had with John we're short and quite, barley having any time to ask how they were or talk about the weather; I guess it's better that way.

I hate it though, I hate sneaking around behind the boys and managements back, I hate it all. I know I should of never done it again after I went to Steve's party in March, but I can't help it, it's good, it takes all the stress away I'm dealing with right now, and I would give anything for it. It's bad I know, I know I should just talk to Liam or Paul about it, and they might be able to help, somehow, but its weeks turning into months, and I know they wouldn't understand, and I know I could loose One Direction over this, and that is the last thing I want right now.

It's all this Haylor bullshit I have to keep by now days. I have to pretend to like Taylor, just because she likes me, and apparently its good publicity for us both, but it's all too much. I know it's 'just business' and it will all probably be over before its even begun but its been going on for a while now and I can't be doing with it. I have to call off meetings up with friends and family because I have to 'accidentally' be seen on dates with her, and its getting in the way of song writing, and its making me want cocaine more.

It gets we away for a little while, the coke, it makes things around me all blurry and it kinda feels like you're not all there at all, but you know you are as well. It's amazing, just that one thing can make you loose sense and touch of the real world for a few minutes, it helps calm me down, and finally feel relaxed for once in the day, that's why.

I got back onto the tour bus with the 4 other boys, 16 eyes staring into mine, all filled with curiosity and worry.

"Where have you been Haz?" Louis asked, the closest towards me.

"Just making some phone calls, to make sure we're all ready for the tour." I weakly smiled at him, brushing some curls out of my face as I did so.

"We're going to be fine Harry, no need to fuss." Louis joked, pushing my arm playfully.

I must admit I was a little shocked Louis was convinced with my frail attempt of lying, he is the one that knows me better than anyone, can sense when somethings wrong. But I guess, he too is slowly starting to drift away from me.

"I know but I like to fuss." I fake laughed not too obviously, walking over to my bed in the corner of the bus.

I sat down on the bed, the boys now either in their own or playing on the XBox in the next room. My eyes started to focus on the roof as my head started spinning of all different things to Haylor, to cocaine, to John; everything. I was getting more and more anxious every single day that passes by me that the boys will notice or someone will find out. I had a lucky escape the other day with that reporter girl, Allie or Ellie, or whatever. I was just lucky I had those tickets or I would have been done for by now, gone, the tour would have been cancelled, everything, I wouldn't even be here thinking on the tour bus that stunk of 5 sweaty teenage boys that I have seemed to grow on the scent more and more. I kept that idea in my head as I slowly began to drift off to sleep.

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"Hazz wakey wakey! We have a biiigg daaay!"

I heard whispering of a soothing irish accent in my ear that only made me want to curl up deeper into my sleep.