Chances (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 8

(So I'm going to start to put songs that I listened to while writing each chapter. I hope you guys like this so far. Please don't forget to comment and stuff too! If you have any suggestions or opinons, I'd love to hear them!)

Songs:

Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus

Today Was a Fairytale by Taylor Swift

Story of My Life by One Direction

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Chapter 8

HARRY’S POV

            Jesus, Harry, why did you kiss her? I asked myself and I got into my car after running to the store down from my hotel. It’s been one day, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I’m such an idiot. Of course I liked her, and of course I’ve wanted to kiss her, but why did I have to seem like a dick afterwards? I hit the steering wheel in my frustration and sped off back to the hotel I was staying at.

            I pulled around back, instantly being mobbed my girls. A tall security guy grabbed my keys that were in the ignition and went to park my car. Another grabbed my arm and helped push through the crowd so I could get into the building. Girls were screaming my name, so I did my best to take pictures, trying not to look uncomfortable in the photos. Once the huge steel door shut behind me, I headed to my room. I took a hot shower and lay on my bed, checking my phone. I desperately wanted to call her and apologize for being an ass and just to hear her voice, but I couldn’t. What was she doing to me? I was never like this with a girl. I don’t do relationships. I had to call her. I gave in and dialed her number.

            “Hello?” she said after the second ring.

            “Catherine.”

            “Yeah?”

            “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for kind of ditching after what happened today. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

            “What wasn’t? You running out or the kiss?” she asked softly.

            “I’m not sure, Catherine. I’m just really confused right now. I need time to think. I’ll talk to you later. I’m sorry for all of this,” I said before hanging up. What the fuck are you doing?

CATHERINE’S POV

            He basically just told me that it was all a mistake. He didn’t mean to kiss me. So why did he? I’m such an idiot to fall for this stupid act that he’s pulling. He’s fucking Harry Styles from One Direction. I knew I shouldn’t have believed that he liked me. I threw my phone onto the couch next to me and told Jane everything. She told me to try not to think about him, but that was easier said than done.

There were pictures all over Twitter of Harry a few hours ago getting mobbed at his hotel after leaving my house the other night. I felt so lucky. Harry kissed me. He kissed me. I smiled at the thought of his lips on mine, wishing he was still here. Jane was out cold on my couch in the basement, her feet resting on my lap. I couldn’t sleep, even though it was now close to three in the morning. I wouldn’t let myself admit that I missed him because I know the chances of him missing me were slim to none, and I couldn’t let myself get hurt again.

            I moved Jane’s feet off of my lap, her eyes fluttering open. I picked up all the trash off of the table and threw it away, grabbing my phone charger and laptop. Jane sleepily got up and grabbed her things, following me to my room. She fell asleep on the floor, not caring if it was comfortable or not. I turned my phone off and drifted off.