Can We Start All Over Again? (EDITING)

Chapter four

I know I'm screwed. It's obvious. I have no phone. No money. All my clothes are on the tour bus. I mean I have nothing left. I could go back in my flat again, and call them on a payphone that's in the lobby or so. Or I could go to Ann Gorselz house and ask to use her phone. But that still would be odd. Running up to her house saying 'Hey, can I use your phone to call pop sensation Harry Styles to ask him to come and pick me back up?' Yeah, I think that would be odd.

After just standing in the middle of my yard, I decide to go to the nearest payphone which is about a 1/4 of a mile away from here. I stare down at the run down side walk, kicking a few stones and watching a group of kids kicking a can around, playing 'football.'

After walking for about five minutes, I get to the gas station with the payphone, and go straight to the payphone. I tug out a shilling from my purse and inserted it in the slot. I dialed Harry's number and put the phone speaker to my ear and let the ringing go on for a little bit. After about the sixth ring, Harry's raspy voice sounded through my ear, making cold shocks go all through out my body.

"Where are you?!" His voice is heavy and sounds as if he's been running? No matter what it sounds like, it has to be the most perfect noise in the world. In my world. Just how deep it is. How thick and raspy it can be. How it always- Dammit I'm rambling again.

"Allyssa!" Harry half yells, half says through the phone trying to get my attention.

"Oh, I uh, I had to run back into the flat to get my medicines and the bus had, uh, left and now I'm left here." My voice shrinks simply. To scared of the consequences I will or might be getting once I set my foot back onto that tour bus. "Oh, and is Perrie still there?" I ask softly, remembering I had walked in on there fun time. Well, not really walked in on them, I was just investigating on what was happening.

"Um, no." Oh God, what did I do now. "None of the girlfriends are here and known of them have been." What the hell?

"But I had walked in on them." I whispered through the phone, forgetting all about how I was still on the line again. "It doesn't make sense.." I whisper again into the phone. Here we go again. Talking to myself. Thinking aloud, making no-

"Allyssa!" Harry calls my name out for the second time again. "What are you talking about? What doesn't make sense? Who's them?" Dammit Harry just shut up and let me think about this, damn.

"Just tell Paul or whoever to come and pick me back up and than I'll explain." I say. Was it just a dream? No it couldn't be. It seemed to real. Everything. Wait, why am I thinking about this so much and why is my brain trying to find an answer to this.

It's pointless. No it's not.

Now I'm talking to myself, and arguing with myself. Wow.

"Okay. But just tell me-" Was all Harry could get out before I hung, not wanting to go through this again.

What's wrong with me? Everything. Would you shut up? No.

After having a conversation with myself, I started to walk out of thegas station, back onto the streets, back to my flat, waiting for the boys to pick me up, again.

As I'm walking, I'm thinking about why I do love Harry. I mean he's the oddest person I've ever met. He's a million-air and has holes in his jeans. He catches a ride on the back of a golf cart with Ed, at the end of the Teen Choice awards. His shirt is literally half way down is chest. He uses old T-shirts to use as bandanas. He eats watermelon and a banana out on stage. He wears a pair of boots until they have holes everywhere and worn completely out.

Harry Styles ladies and gentlemen.

I round the corner and see the bus. I take my medicines in my hand that I've been carrying around,  and walk up to the bus, seeing Paul scolding me for my actions. I tug my sweatshirt closer to my body, and ignore his cold glare down at me. As I wait for the doors to open, I see that the children that once were playing football with the worn out can, are all now staring at me, the bus, Paul, everything that's practically right in front of me in the moment.

I look back up from the ground and see the doors swinging open, allowing me acess to the bus. I walk up the steps and turn the corner seeing the boys- as well -scolding me. I look around quickly, looking for Perrie or Eleanor or even Sophia, ew.

I shake my head. Okay, I am now going insane I could have sworn that I saw Perrie's pink hair with Zayn. I swear, crossing my heart, and hoping to die. I saw it. I know I did.

I was interupted from my thoughts when someone cleared their throats. My body stiffens as I look up at the five boys in front of me. Harry, smiling, dimples cratering his cheeks. Niall, hands in a potato chip bag, staring at me as if I robbed a bank. Louis, a hard expression covering his face. Liam, scolding me. What the hell? I was the one who told him to tell Paul that I was getting something from my flat! And Zayn is just staring at me. Literally. It's like he's taking in all my features, deciding wether or not to say something. Oh god. What if he saw me when I had walked in on him.

Or so you thought. My subconcious tells me.

Harry is the first one to move, standing up, and taking my hand, leading me out of the thin atmosphere in the room. He leads me to one of the other rooms, which I guess is the bunk beds?

He sits me down across from him. What the hell is this? Is this some sort of joke or something?

 I looked down at my hands, knowing that he's gonna bring up what had happened on the phone. But he didn't have to do it like this. It wasn't that serious. He's acting as if he's gonna tell me that  he's gay or that he's hopelessly in love with someone that's not me. Or that he's breaking up with me because I'm no good for him. Possibly even saying that Larry is real.

"So what did you think you saw or why did you think any of the girlfriend's were here?" He asks softly. I did not see that one coming.

"Because when I walked onto the bus, I was looking around the bus and heard a strange noise. I found a big bedroom thing and saw Perrie and Zayn having 'fun'" I use my fingers as quotation marks. Harry's deep chuckles fill the room and I instantly become confused once more.

"So you walked in on them fucking?" I cringe at the work. I don't like that word, and I don't really care for when it slides off of someone's tongue. I just nod slomnly and look down at my folded hands. "Alright, just so you know, she was here, and she just left. You could say that the were taking the goodbye thing a little to friendly I guess." Exactly. The words that came to mind earlier.

"Are you mad at me or anyhting?" I ask softly, to timid of the reaction. Or what I'm gonna say when I walk back into the 'room' with the other's.

Will Zayn say something?

Of course not. He couldn't have seen me. I wasn't there that long.

"No. But we do need to talk.."