Going Nowhere -Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Four

--Grace--

I walk down the street away from my campus. Am I doing the right thing right now? Or am I getting myself into something that I shouldn't be?

"Focus, Grace." I lowly whisper to myself.

I continue walking around and I can't seem to find him! I soon come upon a hotel that has a bunch of girls standing around it.

"This must be the place." I sigh pushing past some of the girls.

"Excuse me, bitch but you aren't going to get any closer to them than we are." A blonde headed girl said.

"Close to who? Please. I'd rather be hit by a bus then get any closer to your little boyband." I said walking into the hotel, but not before security stopped me from going into the elevator.

"I'm here to see Harry." I stated simply.

"Sorry, miss. No can do. We aren't aloud to let fans go to their floor." The big man said to me.

"Fan?" I scoffed. "Trust me. I am not even close to being his fan."

"Sorry, you aren't all-"

"I know her, Paul." I hear an all to familiar voice state.

"Harry, are you sure you don't need me to co-"

"I've got it." He said simply and pulled me into the elevator.

"Please loosen the grip." I said prying his fingers off of my arm.

"Sorry." He said looking down.

"So. How has life been treating you? You know since you are now fucking famous." I growl.

"Look, Grace. I said I'm sorry. Can't you take that?" He said looking up at me.

"I could, but with that attitude I think I'll just leave. You know I came back to look for you because I thought you'd want to see me again, but now I have changed my mind, because you obviously don't give a fuck." I paused. "And to think I waited all of these years for you to come back, and bring me on tour or something, but no. I didn't ever get that!" I said.

"Wait. Grace. I am really sorry for the hell I have put you through. I-I don't know how I forgot! I just got so caught up in my own life that I forgot about everything!" He said running his hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry." He sighed closing his eyes.

"Harry." I said grabbing his arm, but he just jerked it away.

"I don't deserve someone like you." He said letting a tear fall.

"Harry, don't say that!"

"It's the truth!" He yelled making me flinch as his tall muscular appearance made me cower away. "I'm sorry." He said calming down."

"No. I'm sorry. Sorry for ever laying eyes on you." I said just as the elevator opened. "Maybe you can find another best friend, because I'm done wasting my tears on you." I said walking down the long hall, but I soon got turned around, and Harry's lips were soon smashed on mine. I was shocked at first, but I kissed back. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, while my hands tangled themselves in his curls.

I soon broke the kiss. "That was a nice apology." I smirked, but soon realized who I just kissed. "Oh my god. I just made out with my best friend." I was to busy freaking out to notice that Harry was standing there smiling at me. "What?!" I yelled.

"Nothing." He laughed.

"Stop laughing!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"I'm going to kiss you now."

"Do it already!"