Impossible

Ashley, Seal Hands & Jet Lag

Ch5; Ashley, Seal Hands & Jet Lag

 I realized very quickly that the halls weren’t altogether that difficult to navigate. Liam seemed to have no problem whatsoever as he led us all back to the studio. I followed behind him chatting with Niall still. He was incredibly chatty, more than I had ever realized. Well, at least he wanted to talk to me, unlike some other boys around here. I thought of Harry and how crazy the Larry shippers would be going once they found out about Eleanor now being out of the picture. I realized it was probably up to me to send them into a frenzy, because I doubted Eleanor would just pop on to twitter to conveniently let everyone know of this information. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I wondered who on Earth could be messaging me at this point, but I thought it would be rude to check while one of the world’s biggest pop stars was talking my ear off.

 We finally got back to the studio to find Harry still sitting alone at the mixing board.

 “Where’s Louis?” Liam asked, face scrunched up, “Where’s our Donny boy?” he looked behind a shelving unit as if Louis was going to appear from behind it to scare them all.

 “He came back in here with two girls named Ashley and Jana. They took some pictures and then the girls got in a little fight. Jana stormed out and then Louis left with Ashley. Dunno where they went.” Harry shrugged, accepting a small take out box of pizza from Zayn. I realized then why my phone would be going off. I hung back at the door and pulled out my phone. Sure enough, Ashley had tweeted and texted out a photo of her all over Louis. This could be relatively harmless if Eleanor hadn’t ALSO tweeted that Louis was the scum of the Earth and that the fangirls could have him now because she was done!

I started to grin wildly. This was just TOO good. Between the Larry shippers and Ashley’s photos, this was pure gold. Thank goodness for Ashley keeping Louis away also, or he would have blown my cover! My cover only being needed because Harry was being a jackass, and I was in too deep to come out of cover now! 

 I looked up from my phone still with a smile on my face. I catch Harry’s eyes from just one second, and they look conflicted. The fact that he hasn’t said one word to me does not make me sympathize at all with him. I look around and everyone is actually staring at me too.

 “Smiling at your phone? Ooh must have gotten a saucy text from your boyfriend eh?”  Liam joked.

 I blushed. “Um, no, I’m not…” I started, actually unsure how to answer this one.

 “She doesn’t have a boyfriend.” Angie supplied for me while “accidentally” stumbling into Harry, knocking the box out of his hands. “Sorry love.” She fake smiled at him.

 I wondered if anyone else noticed Harry’s increased awkwardness as he pandered at the box on the floor for a good 50 seconds before being able to grip it. Like he suddenly had developed seal hands.

 I smiled at how endearing he could be sometimes, even if he was ignoring me and I had no idea why. My heart felt full of butterflies as he finally let his smile out as he realized he looked like a moron fumbling with a take-out box, whipped it up into his arms and held it to his chest like a baby. Damn you Hazza, damn your cuteness.

I kept blushing now, confused about my own feelings, as Niall motioned for me to come and sit beside him as I was still standing awkwardly at the door. I realized I couldn’t BE there anymore. This game wasn’t fun anymore. I needed to go home.

 Angie was pawing at both Liam and Zayn and I realized getting her out of her would be heartbreaking for her, but I couldn’t just leave her behind. I texted her that we needed to leave, and hoped she would help me come up with a viable reason to leave.

 Five minutes later Angie’s “Mom” texted her that it was time to head over. We were grown adults, that excuse sucked, but it was good enough for the boys. Well, some of them. Niall was harder to convince.

 “Awe man! Are you sure you can’t stay! Just a while! I’m sure her mom won’t mind!” he begged in a sweetly charming Irish lilt I am sure no one could ever resist. It almost made me sit back down, and want to smack Angie at the same time for coming up with the most flimsy ass excuse I had ever heard in my 22 years on this planet. Like, why WHY would her mom need both of us? This made no sense and just thinking about it made me frustrated.

 “Sorry, Niall. We have a flight to catch too, yeah, busy busy!” I sounded so fake; I hoped no one would notice. Harry clearly did, but right now I wasn’t sure of I cared or not. Niall got up suddenly, grabbed a napkin from Harry and wrote his number on it with a sharpie he pulled out of his pocket.

 “Hey! You did have a pen on you out in the hallways!” Angie blurted.

 Niall giggled. “Yep, I did. Just couldn’t leave you pretty ladies out there though, had to get you in here somehow!” he grinned with a guilty blush. “Lemme walk you out?” He asked as he shoved the napkin into my handbag.

 Zayn stood up to protest. “I don’t think that’s the best idea, lad. You’ll get them lost and they will never get out of here! I will walk them to the elevators. Ladies?” he gestured towards the door and we walked ahead of him.

 “Bye girls!” Niall and Liam chimed. They both looked down at Harry, annoyed as he didn’t even wave or anything.

“Why were you such a rude git?” Niall asked Harry, unnecessarily loud. I did my best to keep from giggling. He really was my knight in shining 5sos tank top!

x.x.x

 Back in Cheshire! It felt great to be back at home in the proper time zone! I was not used to flying and the jet lag was kicking my ass. I had several kettles of tea and had to spend extra time apologizing to my cats for daring to leave them for 2 days.

 Angie was crashed out on my couch with textbooks sprawled out open-faced on her stomach. She had forgotten she had an exam this week and had been so distracted by One Direction; she was only studying last minute and with time zone drama messing with her sleep patterns.

 It took 3 full days for us to readjust to the days and to get over what had gone down. But really, it had been a huge day that the internet was in no way ready to let go of.

 Larry shippers were going absolutely crazy. Now finally both Louis and Harry were single at the same time. This was a super huge deal. On the other hand though, Ashley kept spamming the internet with new photos of her in L.A with Louis. The Larry’s were not a big fan of Ashley at this point, but I am sure that was the absolute least of her concerns.

 I had texted Niall when we had landed, just to let him know we were alive. He seemed to me like the worrying type. Now, on Day 3 back home he seemed way less busy with work and way into texting me. What door had I just opened? My psycho fangirl alter ego that had taken over of late was very interested in his texts and updates and I felt genuine confliction over whether I should use his texts on twitter and tumblr.

 He liked to update me about random little details like what he was having for lunch and what he was watching on TV. He was so open and willing to talk about anything at all, so unlike Harry. I wondered when the last time was that Harry would just text me out of the blue so we could talk about each other’s days. Harry hadn’t even bothered to text me since I had landed back in Cheshire. Did he even wonder if I was still in L.A? Maybe Niall had told him that we were texting. Regardless, Harry should have texted me by now. If he could find the time to tweet, he could text his “girlfriend”.

  With all the internet activity lately, I had let my real life slip away. I had neglected school work, and more importantly, Anne.

 Yes, Harry was being a dick, but she was still alone and I had made her a promise to come by and keep her in the loop. I made myself a promise to go see her the next day and try to see also if she knew any reason why Harry would be avoiding me like the plague. I may just leave out the part that I went to L.A though.