HARRY’S P.O.V.
“Come on, Styles. We’re already late!”
Nick has been trying to get me to hurry for a while. I still don’t know how I let him convince me to go to a party. I guess it’s what management wants me to do. Be seen.
“I’ll be out soon.”
I’m sitting on the floor in this oversized hotel bathroom. I’m terrified to go to a party. I know the type of people Grimmy hangs out with; the type of people who will have plenty of drugs, including the one I need to stay far away from. I just can’t drink. If I drink, I’ll do something stupid. After my sudden craving last week, I’m extremely nervous to be surrounded by temptation. Especially when Louis isn’t here. Louis. I should call him; he’ll make me feel better. I reach up to the counter and retrieve my phone, finding him on my favorites list quickly. It didn’t even ring.
“It’s Louis. Leave a message.”
*Beep*
“Hey, love. I’m- well, I’m going to a party and I don’t want to. I’m scared. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute, but I guess your phone’s off. Probably dead, knowing you. Umm, call me
when you get this. I love you.”
I set my phone down and take a deep breath before more knocks echo through the room.
“I’m coming, Nick!”
I stand up and make sure I look decent before opening the door.
“Jesus, what took you so fucking long?”
“I’m Harry Styles. Hair had to be perfect.”
I force a grin and Nick rolls his eyes, carrying his tumbler of whiskey toward the door, ready to
go. I follow him reluctantly and we check that the door is locked behind us.
“Driver’s downstairs.”
I simply nod, even though I know he’s begging for some enthusiasm.
“Can’t wait to get fucked up! You’ll do a line with me, right?”
I shoot him a daring look.
“I told you, no more coke for me.”
“Harry, come on! Loosen up a bit. I know you miss your precious boyfriend but you might as
well make the best of this. You guys don’t get enough time apart anyway.”
I hate the way he says boyfriend sarcastically, as if Louis and I aren’t a serious thing.
“We’ve spent much more than enough time apart lately.”
“You two are literally always together. You’re either on tour together or your hiding out in a flat
somewhere. I haven’t seen you forever. You can at least pretend to be having fun.”
We wait for the lift and I look at him, finally realizing how much of a jerk I was being.
“You’re right, Nick, I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re here. Much better than Cara, too.”
We chuckle and he takes a sip of his nearly-gone drink as we step into the lift.
“Oh, come on, she’s not so bad.”
“Yeah, there’s a lot of drama I haven’t filled you in on quite yet. It’s all okay now, but it still would have been hell.”
“Yikes. Ya sleep with her or something?”
He doesn’t seem shocked really. Just a bit intrigued.
