Harry’s POV
I walked up onto the stage, singing a song of my choice and doing requests, people wanted so many love songs, but all that I had on my list of suitable songs were mainly songs about love.
As I continued singing I noticed Vanessa and I think Zoe, but I wasn’t sure, they were dressed up in very revealing, tight dresses and huge heels, lots of make-up too...
They looked very drunk and then that’s when I noticed a figure approach them, his small hands on their backs, guiding them out of the room. Was that Louis? I couldn’t tell much form the back and the damn lighting. I finished the song, rushing off stage and running towards them, I was so close.
“Hi, you’re Harry aren’t you?” one of the regulars asked.
“Yeah, why?” I was frustrated, I could see them leaving.
“Dance with me?” she asked.
“Sorry, I’d love to but I have to go”
I ran past her, running out of the building, where were they?
I searched around for them, they must have turned the corner or something.
“Oi, Styles back in here!” I jogged back inside.
I took more requests until most of the songs had been sung.
“Here’s your pay, see you next week” the manager handed me my money as I walked back home, it was a lengthy walk but I didn’t mind, I liked it.
“You there, hand us your money!” a pair of 2 buff guys shouted at me.
No no no. I just got paid and I needed it for the bills.
“I-I don’t have any” I stuttered.
“Check him down” one spoke.
Nooooo.
Lights flashed from far away, coming closer until they shined right at them, they were high-beamed, practically blinding them, theres my chance.
I sprinted away, checking behind me and seeing that same car that saved me following me.
“Hey! I’m not gonna hurt you!” a voice shouted.
I glanced behind me, a girl’s head was poking out.
“HARRY! It’s Vanessa you dickhead!” she shouted.
I slowed my pace, laughing in relief.
“It’s just you” I sighed as her car got closer.
But wasn’t she with Louis back in the club?
“Louis is asleep” she spoke suddenly.
Phew.
“Aren’t you drunk?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to die with her hands on the steering wheel.
“No, why, I was just acting so Lou could pick us up” she explained.
Cheeky.
“Alright then, is there a spot in the back?” I asked seeing Zoe in the passenger seat.
“Yeah, be wary of Lou, he doesn’t want to be woken up.” she told me.
I knew he was a monster when he didn’t want to be woken up so I opened the door, sliding in and buckling up, Louis was slumped against the window, his petite figure curled up as he slumbered in the back seat. I wanted to stroke his face, wake him up and beg for him to take me back.
“Harry, address?”
I quickly told Vanessa, still keeping my eyes on Louis, what if I just kissed him softly? I pressed my hand down in the middle seat as I supported myself and leant over, kissing his cheek softly.
The fireworks and the butterflies and the sparks were still there, my lips were tingling, his skin was so soft, I missed the feel of him in my arms, or me in his. Usually since I moved to England I hugged a ‘bean’ pillow. Just to hug at night so I wouldn’t feel lonely. Truth is I did miss him up in England but I spent all my credit calling my new friends, Mum told me to sleep at night so I couldn’t skype him then, and the majority of the time I was out with friends, watching movies, hanging out at the park catching up on homework, etc.
And now that he was sleeping next to me, all the guilt and pain flooded back, he missed me enough to buy a cat, because I reminded him of one, he probably missed me more than I did, him. Maybe if I sent him something? A cake? Mac and cheese? no. a Pie?
I started listing all his favourite foods in my head, I had to show that I knew he was here, maybe he didn’t know yet? Maybe he did? But he hadn’t come to visit me so I don’t think he did.
“Ok, we’re here, bye Harry” Vanessa smiled.
“Right, yeah, bye” I nodded.
