Forgotten

Chapter 15

I'm not necessarily saying things went back to normal, but I basically "fixed" Liam. He still was sad, because we were broken up. But he knew I loved him, and that it was for the best.
I woke up to sunlight, bursting in through my window. I could hear the usual honking of cars from outside. New York City life never changed. Yellow taxis lined up for miles, people yelling to eachother from across streets, business men crossing the road whilst talking on their phone (when the cross-walk was on STOP). I checked the time, 9:30 a.m. Pretty decent wake up. I stretched my arms above my head and let them fall. My bed really was comfortable, it was one of my most prized possesions. I got out of it anyway and slowly made my way to the bathroom. It was Sunday so Gabby would most likely sleep all day and never wake up unless the building was on fire...maybe not even then. I took a quick shower and washed my face. I could hear Gabby snoring over the running water. It amazed me how deep of a sleep she could fall into.
I got dressed and wrote a note to Gabby:

Went to see the lads. I'll most likely be with Niall  or something.
Just in case you decide to be alive this morning <3

xx-B

I took my time walking down the street. Martha Buchelli had set up her fresh fruit stand again. She was like celebrity in the market business. Cars were honking and driving slowly, like always. I bought a cup of coffee from Starbucks. I saluted Jon the Doorman, he tipped his cap, before walking in the revolving doors of the St. Regis. I waved to the concierge and pressed the up button for the lift. I tapped my boots to the beat of the lift noises. When the doors opened I stepped inside and pressed the 20 button. I disliked old elevators, they felt unsafe and smelled like musky wood. Once I got to the 20th floor the doors opened up. I didn't notice them and someone slammed right into me. I spilled my coffee, all over both of us. This was probably the most typical thing to happen in the history of ever.
        "I-I am so sorry" He said. I looked up from my ruined shirt to see who it was, Harry Styles. I was pissed, my cream coloured shorts were now mostly brown. 
        "You ruined my shorts!" I yelled, getting the coffee off my legs. He just stood there stuttering and making nonsense words. I stared at him, disgusted.
        "Please, let me help you. Let me clean you up." He said holding his hand out. I stared at it, like it was some foreign object i'de never seen before. But I took it and followed him to his hotel room, right next to Liam's. His room was surprisingly neat compared to the other boys. I sat down on the couch while he rummaged through his 3 suitcases. He pulled out some athletic shorts, socks, and a white v-neck, plus a sweatshirt. He shakily handed them to me and I walked into the bathroom to change. Thankfully my underwear wasn't damaged, so I could keep that on. After I finished changing I readjusted my hair and walked out. He was sitting on the couch, on his phone. When he saw me he stood up and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He was a lot taller than me. Me being 5'5 and him at least 6 ft.
        "I'm so sorry, again, for running into you and spilling your coffee. I wasn't looking where I was going and I'm just an idio-"
        "Its fine. It was an accident. Everybody makes mistakes" I put a hand on his shoulder and sighed. He smiled, greatfully, then changed it to confused. 
        "Are you Beatrice?" he asked, looking at me more intently. Niall and I did look a lot alike, in the face area, but he dyed his hair blonde. I on the other hand, kept mine brown. 
        "Indeed I am. And you must be Harry. NIall's told me about you lads." I smiled, he was blushing. I could feel the baggy atheltic shorts fallings off my hips and I quickly pulled them up, tightening the string. 
        "Little big?" He chuckled. I glared at him and he got serious. We talked for a bit, got to know eachother. I didn't like him or anything but at least I got a new guy friend, those were hard to come by here. Most of my guy friends moved away or stopped talking to me. After an hour or two we left and I went back to my apartment to change while Harry waited on the couch. We were going to get lunch. Surprisingly enough, when I came out Harry and Gabby were chatting while she drinking her tea. She was showered and dressed, which never happened. There could only be one thing causing this: Niall. She most likely had a date or something. I walked in and plopped down beside Harry.
        "Harry tells me you two have a date?" She waggled her eyebrows. What? No. It was lunch cause we were both hungry. It was anything but a date. Harry blushed and glared at Gabby. 
        "It's just lunch. Are you going anywhere or did you mess up your sleep schedule?" I asked. She wriggled in her seat and smiled to herself. It definitely was a date. 
        "Maybe."
        "With Niall?"
        "Maybe"
She was a big mush-ball when it came to relationships. The last one she had was 2 years before, he had raped her. She told me she swore off men forever, but I guess Niall's good with words...and actions. Harry was bored with our girl talk, so we left. We walked down 5th Ave. a bit and looked into shop windows til we got to the place we were planning to go to. It was a pretty well known sandwhich shop called EAT. I ordererd a chicken salad sandwhich on pretzel bread while he ordered a steak sandwhich. 
        "So. When you we leave?" I asked, taking a sip of my lemonade. He looked at me confused, he had a reason to i guess. He didn't know I told Niall that Gabby and I were tagging along on tour.
        "Niall asked me to go with you lads on tour. Since he's missed 3 years of my life he didn't want to leave again and risk never seeing me again." I explained. He nodded and put down his sandwhich. 
        "We leave in 4 days" He said nonchalantly. I almost choked on my food. 4 days! There was no way. 
        "Are you joking?"
        "I'm afraid not, love." He took a final bite and continued to the other half of his sandwhich. I sat back in my chair and kept rethinking it in my head. 4 days to say goodbye. 4 days to pack for being away for4 months. 4 days to get New York City out of my mind.