Random One Shots/Short Stories

H.S Short Story ch. 4

It's been three days since Harry has spoken to me. Once he left my room the other night, it was like I didn't exist to him anymore.

The morning after our conversation, we had a few meetings and I went and took the bands monthly measurements for their fittings. Usually, we get on the bus to the next city in the mornings. However, the next city on the lineup was Phoenix, Arizona, which is a twelve hour drive from Denver. This meant that we would conduct our meetings for the next show that morning, and drive through the night. Because of this, we had the next morning off before the show considering we would be on a bus for most of it.

During the fittings, Harry didn't mutter a word to me, and barely looked in my direction at all. I assume it's because of the phone call from Niall that he saw, but I think it's a vast overreaction. He knows that Niall and I are close friends, so it's not a far cry for Niall to call me. This behavior continued throughout the entire bus ride. I almost didn't get on the bus with them, wanting to ride with the crew instead of the band. However, Liam and Zayn weren't too happy about that decision. So, I ended up on their bus per usual.

It was awkward, and was noticed by the entire band. Louis and Niall tried to get me to explain what was going on, but I just told them that I didn't know. I told myself it wasn't too much of a lie, considering that I actually don't know the full extent of what's going on between Harry and I.

The next day in Phoenix, while I dressed him for the concert, he stared at his phone the entire time, not even answering my questions about what he wanted to wear. Harry is always more involved than the other ones about what he wears, always taking a lot of pride in his appearance. However, this time, I chose his entire outfit, as well as fully dressed him without so much as a glance from him.

The next day, yesterday, was an off day for us. I hung out with Zayn and Niall most of the day, knocking around Phoenix while Liam and Louis went on their own separate escapade. I only saw Harry once, when I was heading to the ice machine late last night. I passed by his room, and saw his door was being held open by a blonde woman in a crop top and underwear. It appeared as though she was sneaking out of his room, given that it was late. I don't know why she was sneaking out before putting her pants on, but maybe she was trying to minimize the noise and chose to dress herself in the hallway.

It bothered me.

It's never bothered me to see women come in and out of his room before.

My feelings for Harry have been extremely confusing over the last few days. I won't lie, i've been very conflicted since our conversation the other night. It felt like there was something there between us that hadn't been noticed before, there was a certain level of intimacy and intensity present.

I haven't had sex with Niall since the night Harry found out. He hasn't asked, though. Niall is good about picking up on my emotions, and he's clued into the fact that somethings up with me. He hasn't pushed it, but he's been clear that when I want to talk about it, he's there to listen.

Right now, me and the band, besides Harry, as well as Lou are all sat around a table in Liam's hotel room. We're playing cards and Jenga, and having a few drinks. They had a show tonight, we just got back to the hotel an hour ago or so, around 11:30 pm. It was their second show in Phoenix, meaning we would leave tomorrow morning.

I'm actually in a much better mood tonight, and the guys are in a great mood. When they're like this, it's an endless cycle of jokes and cackles in the room.

I watch as Louis pulls a wooden block from a very flimsy Jenga tower, the other guys yelling at him not to let it fall down. Much to his dismay, the tower comes crumbling onto the table as soon as the block is removed. The room erupts into laughter and curses directed at Louis. He screams at them to shut up, which only makes them laugh harder. The guys make Louis take two shots, that being the rule for when you knock over the tower. He gladly knocks them back, that being the opposite of punishment for him.