I Promise

Damn ferrari

Since then, I've graduated high school in America. I basically went through four years of hell. I decided to move back to London to get away from my parents.

Meanwhile, after Harry made it through to boot camp on the X factor, we lost all contact. The last time I talked to him was the night he was put with One Direction. After that, he never answered his phone or called me back. My guess was he got a new number. Or he forgot about me. But Afterall, he never called back and most importantly.....he broke our promise.

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"Two Cinnamon dolce fraps!" My boss shouts. I work at the Starbucks in the east outskirt of London. I hate this job, well mostly my bitchy boss. "Coming right up!" I shout back. Only twenty more minutes and I'm free to go out of this ratchet place. I blend the ice and milk together then add the syrup to it and then the cinnamon.

"Whats the holdup?!" Honestly I'm going to slap her one of these day. I don't care if it gets me fired. "Here you are!" I say handing the two customers their drinks. They say thankyou and walk out the door.

The rest of my 20 minutes go by rather fast and before I know it, my shifts over. Thankgod! I've been working here for three months and I'm already sick of this job. I grab my house keys and my phone from my locker and head outside and hop on my bike. I live a few blocks away and bikes in this city come in handy.

It was actually a nice day today. The sun begins to set and no clouds are in the transforming sky up above. I've missed this sunny weather as the last few days were all shitty.

I wait at a red stop light for the cross sign to begin flashing and begin forward until some idiot in a Ferrari nearly hits me. He slams on his brakes squealing his tires.

"I'm sorry!" He says. His ass better be! He gets out of his car and walks over to me. Just then I realize who he is. Oh my god.

"Harry?" I stutter. Is this really happening?

He removes his black sunglasses, his green eyes now beaming at me. Some of his curls escape from his grey beanie on his head.

"La.. Lacy? Is that you??" He squints while talking.

"I'm sorry Harry, I got to go." I pedal away, tears forming in my eyes. I hate him. I hate him! He forgot about me!

"Lacy! Wait!" He shouts. I continue pedaling as fast as I can. I don't want to speak to him. Well I do but I cant. He hurt me, he deserves this. I hear tires squealing from far behind me so I glance back. Harry was coming for me.

"Shit!" I mumble as I begin to pick up my speed again. I turn around again, he's getting closer. And soon he catches up to me.

"Lacy, talk to me!" I refuse and turn down an alley. Jesus he's crazy! I continue on pedaling a little slower so i catch my breath. I sit for a moment until the black Ferrari pulls in the alley in front of me.

"Jesus, Harry. Are you out of your damn mind?!!" I shout angrily. He gets out of his car.

"Lacy. Dammit I'm sorry. Please let me talk to you!" He pleads while walking towards me.

"Fine. Go Ahead." I say impatiently.

"Can we at least go somewhere else to talk?" He points at a trash bin. I agree. It smells like crushed assholes.

He takes my bike and gently sits it on the leather seats. I stand awkwardly wanting to bolt away from him. He's caused me so much pain and he knows it.

"You coming?" He says, waving me towards the passenger seat. I walk over and he starts the engine. After buckling up we drive off down the alley way.

"So how have you been?" He asks. Seriously? How have I been? Maybe you would have know if you would have kept in touch with me like you promised.

"Fine." I reply sternly.

"What's wrong?" He looks at me, taking his eyes off the road for a second.

"Jesus, Harry you know what's wrong! I called you over and over, you never answered you never called back. You promised me we'd keep in touch! You don't know how much shit I went through." I missed him everyday, every night, at school. I had no friends in high school. I was a mess!

"I'm sorry lace." He replied sympathetically. While we're stopped at a red light he turns facing me. "Just please let me explain."

"You've got some major explaining to do. And where are we going?" I don't want to go anywhere too private with him. But considering he's 'Harry Styles the heart throb' we'll probably have to.

"To my place... If that's okay." I sigh at his words. Of course. His house. He turns on the radio and I roll my eyes. I want to forgive him but I can't. I cried my eyes out for him when all he had to do was talk to me. His little "explanation" better be good.