too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 3.

~Harry's point of view, but when they were at the hotel~

I'm so happy my Ivy doesn't care about me being in One Direction.

I love being in One Direction.

But I also love Ivy.

I've known her for like 3 hours and I love her more than anything.

The way she talks and laughs and smiles and just everything, its perfect.

She looked at me, holding my hands as before, but her face changed.

When I told her, she looked relieved, but now she just looks lost.

As if she needs to tell me something.

"I-I'm fourteen." She studdered, dropping my hands.

I didn't say anything.

I couldn't say anything.

She obviously wasn't into older guys.

I was counting the age difference in my head.

5 years.

That's not entirely horrible.

I think its one year over the legal age, but I love her.

I still didn't say anything.

My body was frozen and my eyes were fixed on the wall behind Ivy.

I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, but I don't want to cry in front of her, or anyone for that matter.

I couldn't move.

My brain wasn't think properly.

I saw Ivy stand up.

She slowly walked out the door of the huge hotel room.

I lost her.

She wasn't interested.

She probably hates me now.

I can't stop thinking of that kiss though. It felt right and I saw so many sparks.

Even when I hold her hand, I feel electricity.

I love her so much.

She was hiding lots from me, I could always tell that.

I felt the first tear of many go down my face.

I stood up from the uncomfortable black couch.

I wanted to kick and scream and hurt everyone around me, including myself.

I've always been the problem.

Whether it was my age or the band, it was always me.

I was always too young, now I'm too old.

I walked to my bedroom and layed in the bed.

We're only gonna be here for another week, then we go on a four month break.

I'm tired of always doing what others tell me to do.

I want her.

I need her.

I want her in my arms, I want to whisper nice things into her ears to make her smile that beautiful smile.

I went on my phone.

If anything made me feel great, it was the tabloids talking about what a manwhore I am. {sarcasm}

I googled my name "Harry Styles."