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Chapter 3: We're Both Stubborn, I Know

i'm literally on the floor harry was so beautiful at the premiere and i can't wait to see the movie on Thursday whO ELSE IS GOING LET ME KNOW

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Tanner was unbelievably upset that I missed his multiple calls while I was with Harry. I didn't tell him what was actually going on; I couldn't let him know I was doing exactly what he told me not to. I lied and said work kept me late because we were missing an employee so all their editing work was thrown on us. He seemed to believe it but asked for me to actually call him if I was going to be late next time.

"I'm sorry," I said for probably the fourth time as we drove to the movie theater. Tanner merely sighed and glanced over at me.

"It's fine," he said. "I was just worried about you. You've never missed that many of my calls before."

I let out a heavy breath and nodded. "I know, I was just so caught up and --,"

"Whoa, what's going on?" He stopped me, and I looked at him, only to see he was staring confused at the road, so I followed his gaze.

There was an incredible amount of traffic, so much that we would never make it to the movie theater on time. I scanned the scene, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" Tanner asked, and I furrowed my brows as I opened the car door.

"I'm going to see what's holding up traffic." I stated, and he reached for my arm to stop me but I was already out of the car.

I crossed my arms as the cold Oregon breeze picked up speed, and walked with the rest of the crowd towards the front of the mess. My eyes landed on a car that had crashed into the median, the front end completely smashed to pieces. I covered my mouth and quickly looked around to see if anyone else were hurt, but it seemed like just the one car was totaled.

"Viv?"

I heard my name, and I turned towards the voice. My stomach dropped at the sight of Harry.

"What are you doing here?" He asked

"What am I doing here? The question is, what are you doing here?" I retorted. "Do you know who's car this is?"

He rolled his lips between his teeth as he nodded his head. He looked over at the car and lifted his hand to run his fingers through his disheveled hair and said, "It's my teammate's."

"Oh, God," I said. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know, they won't let me near him. He had to drive separate to practice today because his flight was late, otherwise he could've been on the bus with us." As he explained this, his voice became more broken, and you could tell he truly cared about his teammate. Why did the media make him out to be this complete áss when he seems to be so genuine? "I feel like I'm somewhat responsible."

"No, Harry," I shook my head. "None of this is your fault --,"

"Vivian!"

Harry's gaze snapped to Tanner, who came up behind me and gave me a stern look. "We could've found another route, you didn't have to leave the car."

He looked away from me and he looked slightly taken aback when his eyes landed on Harry. "You're. . . you're Harry Styles."

Harry nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, that's me."

Tanner looked a bit star-struck before it suddenly registered, and he looked at me with a slight frown on his face. "Do you two. . . know each other?"

I gulped and hastily shook my head. "N-No, we just met."

Harry frowned as we made eye contact, and I quickly looked away. "Why don't we just go?" I said. "Niall and Reagan are probably waiting on us."