Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Eight.

Harry's pov;

I swear I saw her. Maybe I'm being insane and I'm seeing things though. But Aria? Why would I see Aria? The heck? If she's here, I'm going to be pissed. It seemed real, that she was there and I got hit because of her. I'll have a freaking bruise now. 

I get into my dressing room and smash the door closed. I take my towel, wiping my chest from the sweat and drink a bit of water.

"Mate why are you so mad? You won" Niall said.

I shake my head and I know my anger is evident. I get out of the dressing room, slamming the door closed again and search through the crowd for her. I see her shoulder length wavy hair and her petite, curvy silhouette. I take her wrist and turn her around to see her face, she looks terrified.

I shake my head again and she tries to say something, but I just drag her with me back to the dressing room. I slam the door closed, for the last time and face her.

"Hey you're the girl from earlier" Louis said.

What the fuck?

Aria's pov;

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, infuriated. I was startled and quite terrified of his sudden anger towards me.

"I- I was- I was just-"

"You were what?! Did you follow me here?! Why didn't you listen to me?!" He asked.

"Jesus, Harry, relax, you're scaring the heck out of this girl. Is that the way you talk to people who are not us?" A blond guy, which sounds quite Irish said. Thank god for him, because he relaxed a bit.

"God dammit. How did you get here, Aria?" He asked and sighed, getting a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"A note fell from your pocket when you were cleaning the broken glass and- and I found it. I went out for a walk and I happened to come here, because I remembered the address" I said, hesitently.

"Fuck, so that's where it was" He cursed under his breath.

"Yeah. I'm sorry" I said and bit my lip, looking down at my feet. I'm feeling the most insecure I have ever felt right now, in this unknown place, with unknown people and an unknown part of Harry I would never think I would come face to face with.

"It's fine. You shouldn't have come. You're so damn lucky I saw you" He said and shook his head.

"I can leave" I said.

"Oh no. I'm taking you home. There's no way in hell you're walking these streets alone at this time" He said. "Especially in New York"

"What's the worst thing that could happen? I don't care" I shrugged. I know exactly what could happen and I can't even imagine it happening again. I do care. But nobody needs to know.

"You could get even bloody murdered out there, but since you don't care, go ahead" He shrugged. "One less person to worry about"

"You're such a dick. I didn't ask you to take care of me, if you didn't speak to me in the first place, we would have never had to meet" I said. "I'm leaving" I turned around and took a step forward, but he grabs my wrist one more and I turn my head around to look at him.

"I'm kidding" He said.

"Mate, you're such a bloody asshole" The guy I talked to earlier said.

"I know" Harry smirked and took a sip of water from his water bottle.

"I'm still leaving" I said.

"No you're not. We're going home together" He said.

"Are.. you- Harry? Are you guys-"