You Stole My Heart

Chapter Five:

Niall's POV:

{Two weeks later}

"Guys we've got to do something about Harry," I said to Liam, Niall and Zayn. "He's

hardly left his room for two weeks now." "Niall's right, he's missed loads of

signings, photo shoots and interviews. Plus if he misses more the fans will

suspect something and Management will get even

more mad at us." Zayn said. "What

should we do?" Liam asked. "We could make him laugh." Louis suggested. "Nah

that won't work he's too depressed." I said. "We should have never met

Scarlett, this is all her fault."

Louis muttered quietly. We all were confused. "Seriously Louis, what do you

have against Scarlett?" Zayn asked. "Uh nothing...I just hate seeing him so

hurt," Louis stuttered. "Not just by Scarlett, but by Taylor." "I thought Harry

didn't like Taylor." Liam pointed out. "Yeah but she broke up with him in front

of the world."

The other guys seemed to buy it, but I could tell he was lying.

Zayn broke the silence. "So where should we go to cheer Harry up?" "Bowling."

Louis suggested. "Laser Tagging" Liam said. "Clubbing" Zayn answered. "NANDO'S"

I shouted. They groaned. "Niall that's your solution for everything!" Louis complained. "Yup!" I popped the 'p' and grinned.

"Okay then, who votes for Niall's idea?" I raised my hand and frowned when no

one else did. I huffed and pretend to play on my phone. "Niall?" Zayn called.

"What?" I asked grumpily. "We decided to pick Zayn's idea and go clubbing." I

groaned. "Niall we can go to Nando's anytime" Liam pointed out. "Fine," I said.

"But it better be fun"

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Scarlett's POV:

"Scarlett, get up. You have barely been out your room for about two weeks now. Your father

and I are really worried about you." My mother lectured. I groaned and rolled

over so I was facing away from her. She sighed. "This isn't about that boy is

it? Come on Scarlett, he's a popstar. You can do way better than him anyway.

Why don't you text and meet up with your friends tonight?" "Fine" I said just

to get her to shut up. I rolled over and picked my phone up from my bedside

table. I turned my phone on for the first time in two weeks. Endless beeps

reminded me about how many texts and missed calls I received. When my mum left

the room, I clicked on Twitter.

@Styles_and_me - I hear she tried to commit suicide. What a loser. Harry doesn't deserve her

@I<3TheCurles- Rumour has it that she took a drug overdoes and nearly died. Well no one would

miss her if she did

I threw the phone and the wall and cried. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I let

out everything of which I had compressed in the last two weeks. I hugged my