CHAPTER 2
~Harry~
"Oh mate, she said no?" Nick asks with an irritating smirk on his face when I walk back towards him.
Why is she here? I always choose this club because I don't want to bump into people who know the real.. me.
Normal people would probably rub their fame in the faces of people who misjudged them in the past, but is it so weird that I don't want anything to do with my past? I hid it in a box and held it away from my mind, that part of my life was over and I started a new one... this one.
"Mate, Harry?" Nick waves his hand in front of my face trying to get my attention.
"Yeah?" I say letting him know that he snapped me out of my thoughts.
"You're mad she turned the Harry Styles down?" The smirk on his face grows wider making me want to punch it of.
"No"
"Then what is it?"
"I don't want to talk about it Nick, I'm going home!" With that I turn around, slowly making my way through all the sweaty bodies.
"Harry, c'mon we were having a good time! Don't let that girl ruin it!" Nick grabs my arm.
He's right! Why would I let Stacey ruin my night and pull me back in the past. She doesn't deserve that kind of reaction from me, if I run away I would fall back in my old pattern! I'm not that person anymore, I'm Harry Styles! I'm not going to let one girl turn my life upside down again. A few seconds ago I wanted to punch my friend, I can't let her get that anger out of me!
I smile at Nick, a idea popping into my head. "Wait here!" I mouth. He nods, giving me a confused look as I turn around again, walking back to Stacey.
She's standing on the exact same spot, her body moving to the music again and her cocktail now almost empty.
It's like nothing happened, she's just enjoying her night.
It's something I always admired her for, the way she could just move on with her live like nothing has happened.
The black haired girl standing next to her sees me approaching, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Hey Stacey, can I have your number?" What the hell am I doing? Her head shoots up by the sound of my voice, a little bit shocked she opens her mouth to say something, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion "Uh.. hmm..yeah sure why not?" She gives me a weak awkward smile, still a little bit taken back. I hand her my phone and watch how she types her number into the black iphone. Her eyebrows still furrowed.
What am I actually trying to prove...I'm not running away, that's true. But isn't this a bit too much? Where is all this impulsivity coming from? I don't even like her!
"Here you go!" She says handing me the phone back. And as quick as I approached her I walk away again.
Was that rude?
***
"But I don't understand though, you went back to ask her number and what's next?" Nick asks.
It's past 2 AM and both Nick and I were kind of done partying and now walking home, something I didn't do since a long time with all the paparazzi and fans normally chasing me.
"Well, I don't know I just felt like I had to do it" I shrug a hiccup following right after I spoke all the words. I guess I had a little bit too much to drink. Normally we would've called a cab in this state, but as I said before, walking around the city alone is not a regular thing.
"Right." Nick responses, his eyes fixed on the grey stones underneath him.
Soon we reach my flat, which is only a few minute walk from the center of London. Nick and I say our goodbyes and I quickly go inside the building, blocking out the cold air, and head towards the stairs.
Loads of people think it's crazy that I use the stairs instead of the elevator since I live in the penthouse. But they don't know I have some unpleasant memories which involve elevators. It's actually quite funny how I've been able to hide my past from the media, the fans, the boys, management. They never found out that I wasn't that normal boy who just had plans to go to college and worked in a bakery. The only ones who actually know about my past are my parents, my sister and some other people in my family, and since today I guess Stacey also knows. The rest of the people I went to school with never really realized that I changed my name and became famous.
Nobody knows that when they talk about the Harry Styles they are also talking about that geek they bullied in school.
A couple of times I even recognized some people who were heading to our concerts. Can you even imagine how invisible I was back then? The only thing I changed was my hairstyle, my clothes and I took contacts. That's all.
Sometimes I thought about telling everyone, but if I did everyone would find out I lied. I'd lose everything I worked so hard for.
I reach my flat, wiping a bit of sweat from my forehead as I open the front door. My cat meowing when she sees me enter.
"Hey Dusty you were a brave cat when I was away." She meows in response.
I chuckle walking towards my sofa as I feel the tiredness in combination with the alcohol hit me.
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