Vanessa’s POV
Louis was sick and Niall wanted to go to the pub…
“Hey Louis, are you alright on your own to stay alone for the night?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine” he mumbled.
“Good, now just rest in bed and I’ll come back maybe tomorrow” I laughed. “Oh and there’s a whole pot of chicken soup for you” I told him.
He nodded.
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“Hey Babe” Niall cooed.
“Hey” I grinned.
He kissed my cheek, placing his hand on my waist and walking up to the bar.
“One beer for me” he spoke.
Harry’s POV
I was performing at the club tonight, I did this once a week, singing different songs.
But tonight I was singing my song that I wrote a while ago.
I got up on the stage, my eyes being attracted to a bright mop of golden hair, next to a girl who had long black hair. Omg that was Vanessa! I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.
She giggled as he rubbed his nose against hers, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard.
I missed being in a couple. Louis was my soulmate, but I left him. I didn’t make time to call him, skype him, visit him. I was so caught up in my new life, new friends, new places. People actually liked me when I moved and I just got so caught up in everything I…I hardly thought of Louis.
But I felt horrible now, he probably thought I had rejected him, moved on and forgotten him. I smiled as I looked down at the ring from him. Yes I had still kept it, I still kept my promise as well, but I would find him in London, I knew he was here, but I couldn’t face him yet.
“Oi Haz, you ready?” Sam shouted.
I looked back to him, nodding and shuffling my feet.
Here we go.
Louis’ POV
I was on Live stream looking for anything to watch, I came across one, noticing a picture of a male on a stage, something about him looked familiar, I had to click on it.
“Don’t let meee, Don’t let meee, Don’t let meee go…”
I was shocked. Marcel. It was Marcel.
He finished the song, grinning at everyone.
“Thank you, thank you so much” his voice was low, so, so low.
“That there ladies and gentlemen is Harry Styles!”
Wait. What? He was going by his middle name now?
I kept watching as girls rushed around him, taking pictures with him and kissing his cheek, he looked flustered, smiling at them all and hugging them.
Was he straight now? The camera turned, to what a presumed was the club manager or something.
“Harry Styles, playing now in this club every Wednesday, 8:30 pm” the guy spoke.
The twitcam ended.
