My Brother's Best Friend •Harry Styles•

Chapter 7

@Harry_Styles Tour life, so tiring, haha. All the love. H x

Attached to Harry's tweet was a photograph of him and Michael, lounging on the couch in Lou's dressing room, yesterday, while we were in Nashville.

It's been a week since the incident, as we're all now referring to it. Harry still hasn't spoken to me. I've tried everything, cornering him, begging him, crying, tweeting him, sitting on his lap, locking myself in the bathroom with him. Everything. It's safe to say I'm on the verge of giving up.

The boys don't have a show today, we're stuck on the tour bus all day cause we're driving to Atlanta. It's 8am and I'm the only person awake, other than the bus driver.

I was just lying across the red and black leather couch, wrapped up in a white fuzzy blanket, watching The Inbetweeners movie, when I heard the creaking of someone getting out of their bunk. I ignored it and continued to scroll through my twitter, until one caught my eyes

@HowCarroty: Who's @MazlovesHaz ? And how come she's always spotted hanging out with the boys, @onedirection ?

My eyes widened at the amount of RT's this girl; or boy, had on that one simple tweet. Over 1.5K, damn some fan accounts are huge. But, how did they know my twitter? None of the boys have tweeted me and they don't follow me.

I looked up at the small doorway at the sound of footsteps. Stood in the doorway was an extremely tired, naked Harry Styles.

"Ugh dude, put some clothes on," I groaned, throwing a pillow at him, which hit him square In the dick before falling to the floor. He looked up in surprise, obviously not noticing me at first. He looked from me, to the TV, to the blanket I was wrapped up in before walking to the cupboard in the corner of the room and grabbing a small, think blanket and wrapping it around his waist.

"Happy?" He asked sarcastically, before walking over to me and lifting up the blanket before getting under with me. He crawled over me and ended up lying behind me, his hands resting on my tummy, so we were spooning.

We stayed silent for awhile, just watching the film, we were up to the scene where Will and Simon were awkwardly watching the male stripper suck his own dick, when I finally spoke,

"I'm sorry," I whispered, moving my hand to grab one of his that were resting on my tummy.

"I know," Harry mumbled back, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck, "I spoke to Zayn,"

"Oh yeah?" I asked cautiously,

"He said it was a drunken mistake that he wished he could take back. He's scared that Perrie will find out and leave him," He spoke quietly, rubbing circles over my tummy.

"Sounds legit," I mumbled, "It was a mistake, I so desperately want to take It back, I don't even remember having sex with him. I woke up, we were both naked, I woke him up, we shouted for awhile before I went back to your room,"

"Let's just forget about it?" Haz asked quietly.

"Yes," I practically begged him.

But sadly it wasn't that simple.

*

"Goodnight Atlanta! Thank you so much for joining us on tour and spending your night with us. You were incredible!," I heard Liam's voice boom around the arena, indicating that the show Is almost over.

True to my thought, only a couple minutes later the boys rushed backstage, all of them running off in different directions. Accept Haz, he ran straight over to me.

"Hey babe," he winked, wrapping his sweaty arms around my body, pressing a short, lingering kiss to my mouth. I didn't comment on the fact that he called me babe, I just shoved his sweaty arms off me, making him chuckle.