Goodnight and Go ✗ Harry Styles:

You Can't Always Get What You Want

~Harry

"Alaina! Wait!"  I called after her, losing my breath and she quickened her pace. I'd never actually had to run after somebody before who didn't want me to. All of the other girls were making an effort to make me happy, why wasn't she?

"Why should I? For one, girls swoon over you every second and you just take advantage of it! Girls are fragile, and so am I! You can't just pull me into your charms!" Alaina bellowed, her fuming oceanic eyes meeting mine in an empty gaze.

"I don't even like you! I just want to know why you hate me so much! It clearly can't be because I'm famous and a flirt! You barely even know me!" I spat through gritted teeth, hopefully not egging the argument in to something bigger than it was. This as such nonsense, she can't judge me when she doesn't even know me!

"I know enough okay? You can't just snap your fingers and get what you want!" She defended, burying her arms in her chest in pure annoyance.

I took a few steps back and sighed in conquest, this wasn't over. I'm gonna have to live everyday with her hating me. "Just don't talk to me then!" I exclaimed before whirling around towards a curb.

"I wasn't planning on it!" Alaina snapped behind me, like she wished I would just evaporate. That wasn't going to happen. I was going to stay here for the next 5 months, like she said you can't always get what you want!

I slipped my android out of my pocket and dialed Liam's phone number, resulting in only his voicemail. Hmm, that was strange his phone was always on. He must be busy. Whatever, I'll just walk to the studio. It wasn't that difficult.

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"I can't believe you walked all the way here!" Niall chuckled amusingly as he slipped into the recording booth ahead of me. 

The wallclock read 5:30, which meant I walked for approximately three hours. I  was suprised no one offered me a ride considering I am  famous and all, but I guess people weren't exactly around when you needed them to be. "Me Neither.."

We recorded a couple of songs and then sat down for a rest figuring that Niall was probably drop dead starving by now. We exited the recording studio in a orderly fashion (Pauls rules) and hurried to the nearest resturant which happened to be The Hard Rock Cafe.

"This place is incredible! I'm going to go check out the bathroom!" Louis clapped his hands and rushed out of sight, leaving the four boys alone with their body guards.

"Booth or Table?" A waitress with auburn locks strutted over wearing a polo and a short black skirt that revealed her tan calves. I licked my lips, a smirk blanketing across my lips as I searched her body for any more suprises.

"Somewhere in the back!" Liam demanded, pointing towards the vacant booth that was safe from any windows or screaming fans in the back.

I tagged alone the trail the waitress was leaving as she guided us towards the booth with a pleasing grin, like she as attempting to drive me insane. "I'll be right back in 10 minutes when you decided what to drink." She stated, before walking to a table a couple yards away.

"Harry, no." Liam whispered inwardly, like he was trying to keep it between us. I just wanted a one night stand, nothing more. Was that so terrible?

"What? I was just being a teenager!" I defended myself, averting my gaze towards the floor where scraps laid. Did the busboy/busgirl forget to clean up around here or something? I depised when things were grubby.

"That looks good! and that too! and that!" Niall pointed out as he searched through the one menu that was left at our table with hungry eyes. I was still astonished how that boy could never gain a pound when he ate more than a couple of us combined!