Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 5

Heeeeellllllooo again to the nobody that actually reads my story! :)

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Chap 5

“I went to an interview with the lads,

I owe this to the fans. It starts at 6 at MTV

Harry-Pooh”

I grinned at his use of my nickname in his note (yeah... Like the bear, I know... Don’t ask where it came from, I have no idea... It just kinda appeared to our lips someday, he was Pooh and I was Bee). Actually, I found it quite cute.

I glanced at my phone. 6:01.

I crashed on the couch and opened the TV.

“-ne Direction!” Just in time.

“It’s great to see you back Harry!” The interviewer started. “People were even starting to say you quit...”

I saw him force a smile. “No, I sure haven’t! I’d never do this to the lads and to the fans. I just was... sick, ye – yeah.” God that guy couldn’t lie to save his life.

“Oh well, that’s okay sweetie! Now Zayn, you and Perrie...”

I zoned off a bit from what the interviewer was saying and focused on Harry instead. But I snapped back into it fast enough. There was a picture on the screen behind them, making me nearly choke when I recognized myself. We couldn’t really see me, but still... It was last night, me and Harry leaving the club last night, his hand in mine, pulling me along the way to my apartment. Fortunately they didn’t seem to have followed us...

“-plain this Harry?” His eyes widen.

“She’s my friend.”

“What’s her name?”

“I can’t tell you without her permission,” he refused.

“Are you two going out? Do you have something going on?”

“No.”

Ouch, that hurt.

Kathleen! I scolded myself. What’s your problem?

The interviewer was off his back when I zoned back. And, guess what, it was fan’s questions time!

 I distractly listened until that one came up.

“This one is for Harry. It’s from @IShipLarry. She asks: Were you sick because something happened between you and Louis?”

I saw the pain rush in his green eyes, even through the TV. And I saw Louis’, too.

Why the fuck hasn’t management prohibited that subject, goddamnit?!

“Larry doesn’t exist,” he said rather harshly. “There can’t be and isn’t anything going on between us.”

It all felt silent.

I immediately closed the TV and took my car keys and my phone.

To Harry-pooh: