Harry's Escape

Chapter 1

Louis's POV

Where the hell is Harry? He said he'd be back in time for our date! God, Liam and Niall are gonna be so pissed.

I thought back to what he said earlier. "I'll be back in time, babe," he had said, kissing my cheek to soften me up. "I just want to grab some things from the store." Yeah, store my ass. We both knew he was going to go get hammered.

He always does this. I love everything about Harry, his dark mocha curls, sea- green eyes, and his innocent little face. But we all know what goes on in that head of his.

I flipped open my cell and called him. Rings once. Rings twice. Three times. Four. Five. *click* "Hey, it's Harry. Couldn't get to the phone, please leave your mess-" "FUCK," I cursed loudly. I texted him.

ME: Haz, where r u? Time to go!!

While I waited, I tidied up around the flat. Empty cups on the table, magazines with our faces on them lying on the floor. Damn slob.

*bzz bzz* I practically LEAP for my phone.

BABE <3: pck me up ples bby?

His drunk ass can walk home. I call Li.

"Lou! Where are you guys? Niall's starving!"

"Dangerous! Feed the boy! We can't make it, something happened. Sorry! How 'bout next week?"

"I guess...well Zayn'll be home...so we can all go out...yeah I guess that's fine. Bye Lou."

"Bye Li."

Harry is SO gonna hear it when he gets home.

*bzz bzz*

BABE<3: bby ill be hmoe in a week

...the hell? Better find out what this nonsense is.

Rings once. Twice.

"H-hell-hello?"

"Harry? Where the fuck are you?"

"I was *hic* at Mel's"

Mel's is the pub a couple of blocks down the street.

"Was? Where are you now?"

In the background I hear talking, and then what sounds like "ALL CELLULAR DEVICES OFF NOW. THE PLANE IS APPROACHING THE RUNWAY"

"L-listen babe I'll call you back."

"Wait Harry! Where-"

"Love you"

"HARRY STYLES! YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING HANG UP ON ME!"

But it's no use. I'm talking to a dial tone.

So he ditched me to get shit-faced and hop on a plane somewhere?

Management's hearing about this.

~HARRY'S POV~

I turned on my phone to check the time. It read '6:30'.

"Shit," I say under my breath.

I knew I'd get into a bunch of trouble with Louis if I was late for our date. However, I knew I was already in trouble. That's why he wanted to have the date tonight, so he could talk to me about my "problems". So what was the point? Either way, my boyfriend would be pissed at me.

I looked up from my phone and caught glance of Mel's, a pub which I had been to numerous times. A wave of memories came crashing into my mind. I remembered the time when I had gone there to celebrate the release of our new album with the boys. All the times I'd gone to watch a fütball match which a few mates, while having a couple drinks.