The Interview(Harry Styles)

Chapter 2 - Harry

Okay here's chapter 2 I hope you guys like it. >.<

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Harry's POV

I stare at the blonde haired mystery girl that left the bathroom in a hurry. She was absolutely fit and I can't help but think I've seen her somewhere before. And I can't believe she didn't recognize me, it was refreshing.

My phone rings and I pick it up and see it's Niall's number. I hit answer and put it to my ear.

“Hello?” I'm still staring at the place where the blonde left, hoping she'll come back.

“Hey mate.” Niall sounds like his mouth his stuffed with food. “Listen we have an interview later today, hope you're ready.”

I groan and rub my face with my hand. “Is it a live interview?” I ask slightly annoyed.

“Nah, it's for a magazine. So probably a couple of pictures and some random questions.” I hear shouting in the background. “Alright, mate see you later.”

“Bye.” I mumble. I hang up and exit the bathroom before grabbing my stuff. I only come to this gym if I'm in L.A and I'm only staying here for about two month. The lads and I wanted to spend time in the states for a while, I just never imagined meeting an interesting, angry girl. She looked about my age and had amazing blue eyes and long blon – wait what am I saying she's just like any other girl. But she does look vaguely familiar.

I go back to my punching bag and Craig, one of our bodyguards, was waiting patiently. He smiles at me, when he sees me approach.

“Who was that?” He nodded towards the aggressive girl I help out earlier. I chuckled and shook my head.

“Nothin' just some girl.”

After I gathered all my stuff up, I swung the gym bag over my shoulder and got a running start before I jumped on Craig's back. I laughed as he struggled to get me off. I jumped off after a few seconds and we pretend to wrestle, which results in us laughing like idiots.

Craig was about 30 and he has been with us for two years now. When we tour and when we just go out to shop or hang out with friends. He had light brown hair and was built, obviously, he was our bodyguard.

My mind drifts back to the girl that beat the crap out of a punching bag. Her blows were so hard that it hurt just to hold the bag for her. But I couldn't forget the look in her eyes, the way she looked angry, sad, and lost all at once. Something happened to her and I was extremely curious.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing. I glance at the screen wondering who's calling. I click answer once I see it's Jessica.

“Hey Jess.” I say into the phone. Jessica and I have this understanding that when I'm in L.A we hook up without strings. She suggested it because she was no-strings-attached kind of girl and I wasn't going to object.

“Hey,” she says. “Are you coming over tonight? I heard you would be in the U.S for a while.” When I first meet Jessica I thought she was great and really fit, but then I got to know her personality and I lost interest. All she is, is a good rump in the sheets. I met her at a club a couple months back and we have had some great times.

“Well I was planning on going to get a tattoo after this interview I have. Maybe tomorrow.” Before I can hear her reply there are a dozen of screaming fans trying to get past Craig. I mumble good-bye and walk towards our fans with a genuine smile. I sign and take as many pictures as I can and talk to some but, unfortunately, Craig is waiting and trying to hold them back. I wave at my fans and jump into my black Range Rover. I wish we could do more for our fans but we simply don't have the time.