Fame (1D)

Chapter One

Chapter 1

•Harry•

"So you're saying you don't remember anything?" Niall laughed at me. I blushed, embarrassed. I got so wasted last night- my head was still pounding.

"I remember leaving with Alison. But that's all." I told the boys. Zayn cleared his throat and I looked at him with a confused look on my face. He was acting really weird lately.

Ever since he (apparently) left the club early he's been really weird. Louis, who was rooming with him, said that he got in at like 3 in the morning and he looked like he'd been crying, although he denied it. There was definitely something up with Zayn.

"Are you sure you left with Alison?" Louis asked, shooting Zayn a look. "Because the girl you left with didn't really look like her."

"I'm positive it was her."

"You were drunk off your mind. You didn't know anything." Zayn piped up.

"Do you know something we don't, Zayn? Where were you after you left the club? Where's Ali this morning?" I snapped. He was really annoying me. He shrunk back at first, but then spoke up loud and clear.

"I don't know where Alison is." He said, his nose in the air.

"Why don't we call her?" Liam suggested, pulling out his iPhone and tapping the screen a few times before bringing the phone to his ear. "Hello? Ali?" He said. We heard a groggy response, and I smirked. Of course Ali was fine.

"Put her on speakerphone." Louis said, to which Liam held up a finger.

"Where are you?" He asked. We didn't hear anything for a while, and then we heard her speak again. Liam went pale, and he looked like he was going to pass out. "You're where? What... Alison! This isn't funny. Tell me you're joking."

"What's happening?!" Niall said urgently.

"Shut up for a second Niall!" Liam said, a pleading look in his eyes. "Tell me you're joking." He pleaded with Alison. "Why are you doing this? Can I put you on speakerphone? Why not? Ali, no don't..." He cut himself off, defeated. "She hung up." He said emotionlessly.

"Where is she?" I asked quietly.

"She's at home."

"Okay boys. She's just at the hotel, we can all relax now."

"No, Louis. She's not at the hotel. She's at home. In Wolverhampton." He said, staring at the ground. We were all silent for a few seconds before everyone started talking at once.

"You guys..." Zayn tried to interrupt. "Guys!" He yelled. Everyone stopped talking and stared at him. "Harry, you didn't leave with Ali last night. You left with a random. Ali wasn't drunk, and she saw you leave. So I called her a taxi and she went home. Then, an hour or so later she called me from the hotel and then asked me if I could use her credit card. Trust me, this is the first I'm hearing of her since I gave it to her. I woke up in the morning and it was just in front of the door, I guess she'd slid it under. And now apparently she's on a plane."

"What the hell Zayn!?" I yelled. "How could you just let her leave? What the..."

"Harry," Liam warned.

"I thought you were her friend! And you let her just walk out of our hotel and get on a god damned plane?!"

"Harry." Louis warned now. I shot him a look- he wasn't Liam.

"How could you? What kind of a friend-"

"Harry, shut the hell up!" Liam yelled. "He just said he didn't know, you idiot. Stop being so pig headed and actually listen. Because if you'd listened when Zayn was talking, you'd know that if you hadn't left with a random, we'd be doing a soundcheck and Ali would be clapping happily in the audience." Liam snapped. I immediately backed down and slapped Zayn lightly on the back in apology.

"Let's call her again." I said quietly. I want to talk to her."