All You Need Is Love: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 66

“Oh my God, it’s one direction!”

I turned to see the five boys walk into Ali’s apartment, a bodyguard with them. Seriously? Since when did they have bodyguards constantly at their side? How would I know; I hadn’t seen them in six months. Apparently they were even more famous now, which didn’t surprise me at all. I was stood with the girls in Ali’s apartment in the centre of Manhattan, our attention stolen by the sudden screams. All of my friends from Julliard were suddenly surrounding the boys, asking for pictures and autographs. It was almost as if they didn’t realise they were going to be in the same apartment with them for the rest of the night. The bodyguard with them quickly pulled Harry away and mumbled a few words to him which I couldn’t quite figure out. Harry nodded and then turned back to all of the girls surrounding him as the bodyguard exited the room. The rest of the boys began to take photographs with fans though my attention remained on Harry. As he chatted to the group of girls around him I watched as he smiled and talked to them, dragging his hand through his hair every so often. They were completely smitten over him, and it annoyed me slightly. I felt like running over to them and pulling Adriana out in particular, I mean, for Christ’s sake, she was practically pushing her non-existent breasts against her neck. Crank. Whoa, what the hell was I doing? My thoughts were going wild and all of them involved taking down every girl talking to Harry. I dreaded to think why, though I didn’t have the chance to press the matter any further, as Harry’s eyes lifted from the group and began to search the room. I shot my eyes away from his just before he looked in our direction. Jeesh, that would have been awkward.

“I’m just going to get a drink,” I mumbled to my friends around me, who were starting a conversation.

“I’ll join you,” Kristen said at my side, before walking to the kitchen with me. I grabbed a vodka bottle and coke and turned around, narrowing my eyebrows.

“Is there a shot measurer anywhere?” I asked Kristen. She laughed before handing me one from the other end of the table. I measured out a shot of vodka and poured it into a red cup before filling the rest of it with coke.

“You’re the first person I’ve seen at a party measuring the amount of alcohol,” she commented at my side as she poured her own drink.

“Yeah, well, I act like a total idiot when I’m completely drunk, so I’m not going there,” I laughed in reply, holding up the red cup. “These cups are bloody brilliant.”

“I know; they’re so American!” she laughed at my side, looking around before opening her mouth again.

“About you and Harry,” she began.

Christ, he’d only just got to New York! If one more person brought up ‘me and Harry’ again I might just scream.

“What, Kris?” I sighed.

“No, nothing like that!” she reassured me. “I just think that was really mature for you two to agree to act civil, I think you’re handing it in the best way possible.”

Not what I expected.

“T-thanks,” I stuttered, a small smile appearing on my face. “I think so, too.”

“Good,” she finished. We stayed in the kitchen for a few minutes, having a chat just between ourselves – it was nice just to speak to her on my own; she knew me inside out. She talked to me about her relationship with Niall and I was so happy for her, I don’t think she could be more in love even if she tried. After awhile she turned around and pointed to the spacious but crowded living room.

“Your boyfriend is in Julliard, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” I smiled, craning my neck to look too. “I think he’s in there, actually.”