Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 16

THE VOLLEYBALL

Harry

I can't believe she just bolted out so fast. What did I do? Or what did I say? I have no clue what so ever of what I have done, and this pisses me off. Is she mad at me because the interviewer asked me about her? Is she mad at me for answering her? I seriously have no clue of what I did or said.

Fuck that, I'll just ring her.

"C'mon pick up pick up!" I say to myself.

She didn't even pick up. What the fuck? I then head out of the gym to approach my car to go to her hotel room. Not to mention I have her volleyball so she has to see me for that. Thank you volleyball!

As I get out of the gym paps are swarming around me taking millions of photos of me,

"Why did Angie run away so fast?" one pap says,

"I don't know." I simply reply.

I run as fast as I can to the parking lot and approach my Range Rover. I turned the engine on and drove off from the horrible Paparazzis.

It was a short drive to St. Ermin's. I head to the lobby to ask the front lady if Angie was here.

"Yeah. Hi. Is Angie Harris here?" I ask.

"She just arrived." She replies politely.

"Oh thank you." I answer back and she gives me a smile.

I open the elevator and notice one brunette that looks familiar, ALLIE!

"Hey. Have you seen Angie?"

"I thought she was in the gym." She simply replies. "Well I hope you find her. If she asks where I am, just tell her I'm in Starbucks." She says and leaves.

I enter the elevator and two teenage girls where star-struck. They kept staring at me.

"Good Afternoon." I simply say, and they start giggling.

"Hi Harry. Uhm. Is it okay to uhm... Uhm..."

"Have a picture? Sure love." I finish her sentence.

We take several pictures until I get to Angie's floor.

"Bye ladies." I say and wave them goodbye.

"Bye Harry!" they shout and wave me goodbye and I simply smile.

I approach Angie's room door and I knock several times.

Angie

Why the fuck am I so affected? Are you kidding me? Get your shit together Angie! It's a good thing I am not crying. Suddenly someone was knocking. Who can that be? Maybe it's room service. But I didn't ask for room service. I open the door and its my good friend Harry Styles.

"Angie..." He says.

I slam the door shut and sit on the floor, mad.

"Can we please talk?" He says, still knocking.

I have no response. I am too pissed to even talk.

"I swear to God Angie if you don't open the door I'm going to get a spare key card from down stairs." he threatens.

"I want to see you try." I whisper to myself.

"Please Angie. Can you not be so difficult for one minute?" He says