It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 14

Here's the update! Sorry if it took too long though it is just a short one. But I honestly thought about this though I don't have to edit or proofread. I just have a lot of things to do, so hope you'll enjoy a bit of Zayn now.

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REMINDER: Re-read chapter 12, for I made some edits. :)

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HARRY'S POV

The recording went very well after I got back from the tormenting lunch with my sister. I mean, the lunch is obviously, fantastic; the tormenting part is the chit-chat with Gemma, you know what I mean..

We are now on our way to The New - mine and Niall's pub, to celebrate the last song recorded here in London and there will be around five more songs during the next tour. Now, we've got to go down in filming music videos for our next two singles and some promotion interviews.

Paul told us that we'll be having a month break before tour rehearsals actually begin.

I am so darn thrilled about this coming convenient schedule whereas my contract with Kendall ends in a week. Excited? Nah. I am vibrant!

Finally, God! Finally, I'll be able to ask my little miss out for a proper dinner or date or whatever she would fancy doing.

I really do hope so that I have already established this so called friendship or relationship that she would say yes to me. I should totally ask Zayn what's the best thing to do on a first date. Yes, right, Zayn is the guy. Louis not really romantic but sweet. Liam is sweet and cuddly? I think. But Zayn is the guy. Right.

Max drove me and Niall to the pub straight from the studio after we finished the last song around ten in the evening. Liam and Louis promised to check in on the pub after visiting Sophia and would maybe ask her to come along; and for Louis, it's Skype night - he said. Zayn, well, he said he was tired and keen to take a rest in his flat -that was expected as I thought.

Niall seemed to be busy fidgeting on his phone; I decided to leave Lynn another message, "You should visit our pub soon. Me and the lads are on our way there now. Miss you! x

I went home two hours past midnight, not that I did not enjoy our pub, it's just I feel suddenly tired, missing someone. I haven't even gotten her address to at least pay her a visit during her day-offs.

Should I just search on her on the web, where Mr. WWW could answer all of ones question, even the dumbest one. Lynn Milton, Lynn Milton.

I remember teasing her if she's somewhat related to The Miltons, the big and rich family who happened to be also our wine provider at The New. She just stared back at me blankly, as if she hasn't heard of them. I laughed at her and she shells out a very stunning smile of hers.

I was quite under an influence of some liquor and Max drove us to The New, so I managed to take a cab home. I was three blocks away from my flat when I quickly sit up straight from the backseat of the cab and almost shouted and grinned at the driver to take me somewhere else.

I am so motivated to plot my first date with my little miss - assuming she's saying yes - that provoked me to knock at the door this early time of the day. I know, he'll understand. He always does.

I was welcomed be a lad, wearing only a pair of boxers, a gray dinky and a face mask - that covers his nose down to his chin and he seemed to be gripping on a familiar can he uses for spray painting.