The Bright Side (A One Direction Story)

Chapter 5 ~ Panic! at the hotel

'That was so embarassing.' I laugh whilst walking out of the store.

Harry laughs too, pulling my hood over my head and doing the same with his own. It takes me a while to realise it's to protect himself and me from his own fans.

'Embarassing? You should be happy! Being caught kissing in the back of a shop with the one and only Harry Styles is a dream not everyone gets to live.' He says cheekily.

'WE WEREN'T KISSING!' I yell.

'I bet you wish we were.'

'There's no denying that.' I mumble a bit too loud.

'What was that?'

'Nothing.' I can see on his face that he wants to know, but decides to just leave it. Instead, he starts walking in the opposite direction of where I came from before I went in the store a few minutes ago. So much has happened in that short time. Zara stores will have an even more special place in my heart from now on.

I'm not sure if he expects me to follow. I reeeeeaaaaally want to, cause I can't imagine this being the last time I'll ever see him again. The thought of that breaks my heart. But what if he doesn't want me to follow? He can't take every girl he meets with him.

Whilst I'm standing there debating on what to do, he turns around as if he's surprised I'm still standing there. 'Yow little snail, are you still coming or what?'

I'm so releaved I might collapse again. I pull a little sprint till I'm back at his side and start walking along with him, not really caring where we're going. I feel so amazing when I'm with him. Like whatever life has got in mind for me, I can handle it. I feel stronger.

We just walk in a comfortable silence for a while, Harry asking from time to time if my head doesn't hurt too much and just enjoying the buzzing streets of Spain.

'You know, I didn't faint because I'm such a big fan of you or something. It was because of the blow and my head and all of that. Just so you know.' I suddenly said out of nowhere.

'Yeah right.'

'It's true!'

'You're probably my biggest fan ever.'

'Tsss. You and your ego.'

'Ouwch. That hurts.' He says, clutching his chest with a pained expression on his face.

'Awww, pour little baby. Get over yourself Styles.' I say smugly.

'So you're not a fan of One Direction at all?' He says smiling, showing off his cute dimples.

'Nope. In fact, I can't stand them. And they can't even sing. Especially that tall curly one.'

'Then why are you wearing a shirt of One Direction?'

'HOW DID YOU NOW THAT? DID YOU LOOK UNDERNEATH MY SWEATER IN THOSE THREE SECONDS I WAS UNCONSCIOUS?' I freak out, just trying to destract him from the fact that I AM wearing a One Direction shirt. God, I should have just listened to Deedee.

'What? You really are wearing a 1D shirt?' He asks confused.

'Ow shit. You didn't know. Nice weather, huh?'

The following entire ten minutes are spend on Harry laughing at me and my shirt and my stupidness, whilst I try my bestest to ignore him. But let's face it, there is no ignoring Harry Styles.

When he finally stops, I can see a huge luxurous hotel a bit further down the street. It's even busier here, like not normal anymore.

'That's the hotel I'm staying at.' He says, but I don't respond, cuz I'm mad at him. Stupid bully.