Love Caught Fire (One Direction Fanfiction)

36++You're Not A Saint Either

3 Days Until Where We Are Tour

Harry's POV

"You say you're a good girl but I know you would girl. Cause you've been telling me all night with your little white lies, little white lies. With your little white lies, little white lies." the five of us finished singing together.

"Alright boys, get a quick drink and then we'll sing Half A Heart." our vocal teacher said.

I gripped my water bottle and chugged the remainder of if down my throat. The boys did the same and there wasn't much talk within our short water break. We got right back to work straight afterwards and sang Half A Heart.

"Shit," the vocal instructor muttered. "Uh, boys, I need to go find my charger real quick."

"We need to practice. Can't you just do that later?" Liam asked him.

The teacher glared at him and said, "No, no I can't Mr. Payne. My wife could be going into labor any minute and if she needs me, I'm there. But how, may I ask, am I supposed to know when she's going into labor with a dead phone? Hm?"

Liam just rolled his eyes and then the teacher excused himself from the studio. Just as soon as he left, another person walked back in, someone whom I wasn't expecting to be here at all.

"Harry Styles, what the hell?!?" Cara Delevingne boomed.

"What?" I snapped. What's she fussing about now?

"I saw your Instagram picture." she stated angrily.

"So? What about it?" I curiously asked Cara.

"There are a billion people saying it's about me and I think it's true! Do you even know how much hate I'm getting right now because of your dumb picture? Everyone is taking your side in this!" she exclaimed.

"Cara, what instagram picture?" I asked.

"You posted a picture this morning where you were beside a brick wall. Remember it now?"

"What does that have to do with you?!?" I wondered.

"You said, 'It's like talking to a brick wall..'. Now do you see how that relates to me?" Cara asked.

"No!" I yelled.

"Everyone thinks that we broke up because I didn't listen to anything you said and I thought you were a horrible boyfriend. They think that this picture is about me!" she finally explained.

"People are insane, alright? That picture had nothing to do with you, I promise. Now can you please leave so we can get back to rehearsals?" I tried to kindly ask of her.

Her expression softened and she said, "Yeah, I was just heading out anyways. I'm truly sorry I freaked out on you. I just don't like the hate, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." I sighed. "But can you do me a favor and stop spazzing out whenever something like this happens? You know me well enough to know that I'd never do that to you or anyone in general. The last time you came over, you were mad because I was caught by the paparazzi with a girl with blonde hair and everyone that it was you from behind. Don't you think it's a little pathetic to freak out over that?"

"Well, I suppose, but can you really blame me, Harry? I just don't want people assuming things and neither should you."

We were both startled by the door bursting open and I watched Harper trip and fall through the doorway. Charlie and Alyson were right behind her laughing their asses off. 

"Sorry, they pushed me." Harper apologized. The boys and I burst out laughing along with the girls and Harper's face turned a light shade of red.

"Hey, that's the girl you were pictured with!" Cara noticed.