1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 34

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Hayley POV:

After Harry was pulled away from me for the fourth time I decided to give him his space. No matter how much I wanted to be with him and see him in this element, I knew my place and this was clearly not it.
I watched from a far as he smiled and mingled and was his usual charming self.
There were very few times where I was alone. Gemma kept me company for a lot of the time. We had really hit it off. Earlier that day when she came in with Lou and started talking I didn't realize who she was at first.
It wasn't until after we had introduced ourselves and engaged into a conversation with Soph that it hit me. The accent, the eyes, the smile... It was all too familiar.
She didn't know who I was either at that point. She about spit her water out when Sophia told her who I actually was. She said that she just imagined that I was Sophia's friend and not Harry's... friend.
I suppose I was lucky in that sense because if I had known who I was meeting when I met her I would of been out of this world nervous.
We really had hit it off right away though. We talked about our awful jobs and good places to eat in the city. I think she likes me, and if she doesn't she has an awful way of showing it.
Although, that girl doesn't quite handle her liquor too well. After about three drinks she was rather tipsy.

I lost Sophia and Eleanor have way through the party. They went off together somewhere and I felt awkward following. I felt awkward the entire night if I was being honest.
I met some new people including a couple celebrities. I briefly said "Excuse me" to Ryan Seacrest, made eye-contact with Simon Cowell, and Ed Sheeran stopped to introduce himself to me. Which was pretty much the highlight of my night and the only thing I liked about the party. He told me that someone had leaked to him who exactly I was and he then asked me how Harry and I had met and all that fun stuff. He was extremely polite and I don't know how I managed to speak.

I'll end up telling Harry all about it tomorrow I suppose.

After small talk with people who couldn't care less who I was, awkward silences, and too many drinks, I felt partied-out and completely out of place. Around 12:30 I decided I should head out. Harry was off somewhere talking to who-the-hell-knows and I was tired.
I did a quick head search for Harry, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I did however find Louis and I told him to tell Harry I was leaving.
Although, he seemed very out of it and drunk and kept asking me if I'd seen Eleanor. At that point though, I had enough. I just wanted to leave. I didn't fit in here.
The doorman waved down a taxi for me and I climbed in, making sure I didn't flash anyone in the process.
The cab ride home, only made me feel worse. I felt bad because I hadn't said goodbye to Harry or tried harder to have a good time. I found myself wanting to go back, but I figured that would only make me feel worse.
When I got home I changed into Harry's black flannel that was still hanging on my chair with the rest of his forgotten clothing and made myself some tea. I hadn't bothered to check my phone all night and I wasn't planning on it. It still sat in my purse that I threw onto the couch and I could here the faint vibrating.
I figured whoever it was could wait until morning.

I climbed into my bed with my tea and my Cosmo magazine, fully prepared to have a peaceful night with myself.
It wasn't until I was half way through an article about How to get my Bikini Body before Summer, that the elevator to my flat dinged.

I was hopeful for who it would be. Considering there are only about two other people who know the code to get up here, I wasn't exactly shocked when I say the lanky figure emerge from the doors.
Nonetheless, my heart fluttered because of course he come over.

He's Harry.

Seeing his face made me feel even worse about leaving.

"Hi." He pitifully breathed out as he leaned up against the archway to my bedroom.
I forgot how handsome he looked tonight. All black jacket shirt and pants. With about two buttons actually done up, he made me feel all sorts of things.