Change of Plan (Narry Fan Fiction)

For those of you that don't know, POV= Point Of View.

I hope you enjoy my story!

Chapter 1

Harrys POV.

Finishing up my vocal session and heading back to the hotel was such a relief, I havent had any time to myself in days. I sat on my bed resting my elbows on my knees, and digging my head into the palms of my hands, mentally aching at the thoughts of going back to the recording studio the very next day.

I havent talked to my girlfriend in weeks, I thought. Thinking of holding her in my arms and singing her to sleep brought tears to my eyes, I cant make anything work out, shes probably out snogging someone better the-. What am I doing? Stop crying you fool, I thought as I slowly raised from my bed and walked towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Just then, my band mates Louis and Niall bursted through the door. " What do you want?" I groaned, not really caring of what they had to say.

Niall's POV.

After bursting into Harry's room, I realize that's wasn't the best idea. "Cheer up lad! Wanna' come join us an' the lads in a game of cards?" I said a cheerfully as possible. "No, sorry mate," he said "Maybe later."

"C'mon harry!" Exclaimed Louis, "You know you want to!"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled from across the room,

"Both of you out now!" He said while storming off towards the door, and shutting it in our faces. "Sorry Hazza," Louis whispered through the door, then turned back to walk towards his room.

What's all this fuss about, why was harry so upset? I just couldn't get him off of my mind. During the game of cards I noticed myself paying little to no attention to the game, and continuously worrying about Harry, and replaying his raspy voice through my head. The way he acted, it's just wasn't himself. I tried to convince myself it was nothing really, but part of me knew it just wasn't right.

Harry's POV.

Harry calm down, I thought while talking a sip of my water. Just ring her up, I'm sure she's been waiting for me to call all along.

I emptied my pockets and took out my mobile, first looking through my Instagram and updating it with a few new photos from our vocal practice that morning. I scrolled down my newsfeed and spotted a photo of her passed out on the floor beside another lad both laying there both looking quite comfortable together. I rang up her phone immediately,

Brinng Brinng,

Brinng Brinng,

Brinng

Bring

"Hel-"

"No I don't want a hello, could you explain that photo of yours?"

I said furiously.

"What phot- Oh yeah... Harry it's fine, it was just at the party last night were nothing but friends"

"Just a party? It looked much more then that! Is this new "Friend" of yours more important than me? You didn't even care about me enough to call me once! I loved you Clara! I called when I could, I wrote you letters, but you never replied! I did my part, you could of at least did yours, remember at your house when we were cuddled up on the couch watching movies, and you told me you loved me? And you'd alway care for me? Well you lied! I never planned to say this but were done! Have fun with your "Friend" ."

Beep.

I hung up and threw my phone on the floor.