When He's Gone. (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Seven ~

Dear Diary;

So it's been 8 days since he's been gone out of my life, and we've already managed to mess our friendship up completely...Wait it's not even a friendship anymore. I miss him more than anything in the world. But I guess everything happens for a reason right? 13 years of my life, 13 years of a friendship gone in a split second. What is he doing to me? L

On the other hand, Niall's pretty cool, I love him to pieces. He's my coping mechanism right now, and knows how to make me laugh regardless of my mood, which is cute. Management got in touch with me, I have to go sign a piece of paper agreeing to 'date' Niall for 2 months - At least. Well it does make our plan official...But would it push me and Harry even further apart?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! SOMEONE TELL ME...PLEASE.

Lots of love as always,

Leah'Lou.

(3 weeks later)

"Leah?!" I hear my mum call from the bottom of the stairs. I frantically sit on top of my suitcase trying to zip it closed.

"Two minutes mum!" I call back, grabbing my two suitcases and my hand bag- putting them by my door. I take one last look at my now empty-ish room and smile sadly. This is it I guess. Laptop. Need my laptop. I remember, shaking my head as I pick it up wrapping the charger around it, putting it into one of my bags.

"Leah come on! The bus is waiting for you!" My mum calls one last time. Grinning, now is the time. Time to put the plan in action.

"I need help with my bags!" I call, and just as I was about to run downstairs I see a middle-aged man with grey hair coming up the stairs. Guessing him to be the tour-bus driver, I greet him politely, picking up my carry on bag. He smiles back, says hello and then grabs my two suitcases.

"You moving in or something?" He chuckles, as he lifts them effortlessly.

"Something like that" I laugh. Once we get to the bottom of the stairs I run up to my mum, hugging her tightly.

"I'll miss you baby, have fun and be careful" She whispers in my ear. She knows what I'm doing but is convinced I'll make things worse in the long run. I tell her I'll miss her too before running outside.

I see Niall and Liam waiting for me near the door of the bus. Niall's grin is wider than the Grand Canyon right now, and I run up to him throwing my arms around his neck - hugging him a little too tight. But he hugs me back just as tight as I kiss him on the cheek. I am literally shaking with a mixture of nerves and excitement as I hug Liam casually, and I follow them onto the bus.

Niall stops me before we get half way up the steps, and tells me to be careful as Taylor isn't here so he'll try to get me back.

Snorting I reply saying "Well he isn't getting me back". Though we both knew this was the biggest lie I'd ever told. He goes to walk, but I jump on his back telling him to give me a piggy back. 

"Heeeyyyyy" I greet the boys, whilst holding onto Niall for dear life. They all laugh and say hello, except from Harry, he's just looking down at his phone. Though I do catch him looking at me from the corner of his eye. Oh it's on Styles, you want to play it like that? Well let me tell you, two can play at that game.

Niall sets me down on the sofa opposite Harry and sits beside me. Zayn and Louis tell us that they're going back to bed, and Liam goes to get some food. That leaves the three of us. Sneaking a glance at Niall, he nods signifying to start making him jealous. We're in deep conversation when I tell him that I'm cold and he wraps his arms around me tightly. I slide over, and sit on his lap with my head on his shoulder and arm rested on his chest.