My Future (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17- Phone Call

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Chapter 17! :D

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I regret giving that magazine more then anything. I knew I shouldn't have but there was no use with Harry. He's too damn stubborn. His face dropped. His cheeks turned red and he clenched his fists at his sides. He slowly put the magazine down and turned to walked away.

"Harry I.."

He turns to me

"Just please not now."

He's voice cracks a bit so he's most likely going to cry. Oh poor Harry. Can't he just go one day without being reminded of the loss of his love?

I think that's what happened. Right?

The media is just a bunch of low life parasites that feed off of drama and fame, and almost all the stories aren't even true! They can take people as innocent as One Direction and turn them into some psycho band that does nothing but illegal shit. Ok, that was just an example. Not that they would actually do that. I lied again. Louis and Zayn smoked weed. It's not a big deal though. Everyone does it. Get over it.

He turns back around and heads out the automatic doors. I just stood in my spot. Not really sure on what to do next.

"I don't want it to happen again."

Sean's words keep replaying in my head from earlier. Is this what he ment? Be nice so the media has nothing to put against me? Well, too late for that. After what happened an hour ago, the will sure make me look bad. I just hope none of the fans believe those stupid stories. That reminds me, I'll check up on Twitter later tonight and see what's going on. I haven't been on there in a month. Probably all the fans hate me by now.

Stupid Media.

After about a minute of just standing there I turned on my heels and left the building. My car was parked right behind the building where Harry was leaning against it. I unlocked it for him to go in and I went in the driver's side. He didn't even want to look at me. I turned the car on and he just stared out the other window. I want to talk to him about Aly but he's still a mess and right now just isn't a good time.

When is the right going to come? I keep telling myself that it's not time yet, but to be honest, at this rate, he'll never be ready.

As I was driving, my phone is going off like crazy in my back pocket. Who could it possibly be now? I take out my phone and handed it to Harry

"Could you do me a favor and pick it up for me? I'm a bit busy at the moment."

"Well, no shit Sherlock. You're obviously driving. The caller ID says.....it's......your mom".

Mom? Why is she calling?

"How many times has she called?"

"Five"

"Pick it up. You can put it on speaker."

He slides the answer button on my iPhone and puts the phone near my face.

"Hey mom"

"Hello (Y/N), how's it going?"

"I'm good mom. how's dad?"

"He's just worried about you."

"Why?"

"Well, it would help when you can call home every once in a while or even send a quick text message so we know you're ok."