Stella #Wattys2015

Chapter 2

one week later.....

Harry's P.O.V.

Today was the first day where we would have the opportunity to start over as a foursome. We would be having a brand new photoshoot without Zayn and were planning on starting to write some new music as we had been planning a new album out later this year. I still hadn't told the boys, or anyone about the thoughts i had been having, about leaving but i kept talking myself out of it as i knew it would be the end of their careers too, not that they couldn't make it as solo artists but they for sure couldn't continue as One Direction.

I had woken up reasonably early and gotten straight up. For some random reason i felt like today was going to be one of those unexpected kind of ones, where everything you wouldn't expect to happen, happens in a series of weird events. And i couldn't be more right. I hopped in my car fresh, after a nice, long, warm shower sing along as well as a coffee and proper breakfast, which i usually didn't have much time to make. A cranked up the engine and drove off, on my way to the studio. I was almost there when i realised i had left my phone behind, so i rushed back to my apartment to get it. I was no longer feeling fresh, i was feeling stressed and worried. I had no way of contacting them to let them know i would be late and no way to stop their concerns, i hated making other peoples lives hard just because i was being foolish. i reached home and sprinted inside, finding my phone quickly and turning back to the door and then my car. I started the car quickly and without thinking, or looking i backed out of my driveway with pace and force, slamming the back of my car into another cars side. "SHIT" I cursed loudly, enough to cause attention from the public. I jumped out of the car to make sure they were alright, it was my worst nightmare to hurt anyone.

"I'm so so sorry," I heard a sweet and familiar voice say, in a hysteric state,

"It's fine, i'm fine but are you alright love," I said sympathetically as i finally realised who it was,"Stella, right?"

"Yeh, i'm alright just a few scratches and dents to the car but how did you umm how did you know my name?" Honestly i hadn't stopped thinking about her, she was so beautiful and i hadn't thought of anyone else over the last week. She was the only thing on my mind.

"You served me at Starbucks last week, i just remembered you because you are the most stunning looking girl i had ever seen," I blushed,

"Aha, really?, i think i might remember you too," She giggled, turning and continuing to inspect the damage.

"You're really sweet, I'm guessing your going to need some help, right? Getting your car off of the road so its not in the way," I smiled, offering my hand for her to shake but she gave it one look and turned back to her car.

"It's kind of a bit a bummer, i just got this new car and my parents don't really trust me with it," she sighed, that made me feel really bad.

"Oh I'm super sorry, you don't even understand, its all my fault," I wailed, by this point the people around us were identifying me or getting really annoyed at the traffic.

"Yeah, don't worry, i'm sure i can save for it to be fixed eventually," she sighed again, looking as pissed as ever.

"I'll pay for it for sure, don't you worry bout that, its all covered,"

"You can't do that!!!" She said chuckling, "That would be like paying for a whole new car, and i can't let some stranger do that for me, i mean..,"

"It's covered!." I interrupted sending her silent. "Now let's get this baby off the road then, and then you can come inside my flat whilst we sort things out okay?" She nodded unsure of her situation and followed me over to push the car. Luckily there was some friendly people who helped us from the cars around.