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3

"Turn left" my navigator tells me as I turn the corner going about 20 over the speed limit.

I need to get there fast before even more girls start to crowd around. Hopefully, they'll let me in to apologize and talk to the stupid gay wad...damn it! I mean Harry, just normal Harry.

Soon enough, I'm pulling up to the hotel to see tons of girls out front...I decide to drive around back.

When I reach the back, I park my car and get out and head to the door. Luckily, it's not locked and there aren't any girls here. I walk down the fancy and expensive looking hallway till I can hear girls yelling which means I'm close to the front. I turn a corner and run straight into someone's chest.

I pull back away from the persons surprisingly great smelling chest. I am met with the dark brown eyes of the one and only, Liam.

"Oh,sorry. I didn't see you there" he laughs in a deep British accent.

"Yea," I laugh nervously," I need to speak to Harry" I try to push past him but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to where he is blocking my way.

"Sorry, I know your probably a fan but we can't just let you back there" he tells me.

"Far from a fan, I'm Marcie Ambrose" I tell him and his small brown eyes widen in surprise.

"I need to talk to him" I tell him sternly as he gives me a disgusted look.

"You know what you did-" I cut him off.

"I know I know! Okay? I'm sick and a bitch and other bullshit! I just need to talk to him, please. I need to apologize and maybe talk some fucking sense into him" I run my hands into my hair and pull slightly as I look at him. He only nods at me and then the guards as I walk past them.

I reach the door that reads 213 and take a deep breath. I close my eyes as I reach my hand up and knock three times.

Knock knock knock

"Go away Liam, please I need to be alone for awhile" the soft cries of the British boy is heard through the hall. I take another breath before knocking again.

"Liam, please" his voice pleads.

Again I knock, but this time the door swings open after a few seconds of silence.

Standing right in front of me is the famous pop star, Harry Styles. Tears rolling down his pink cheeks, pouring out of his red and puffy eyes. He's wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweats with a beanie to keep his curls away from his salty, wet face. He stares at me in the eyes and I just can't look away from the sad green eyes. Luckily, he looks away first.

He looks over to Liam as I stare at the ground.

"This is Marcie Ambrose" Liam tells Harry. Harry's eyes sadden even more as he meets my eyes again. More tears roll down his cheeks as he sniffles and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. He nods for me to walk in and I nervously and slowly tread my feet into his room. I step over the clothes that are thrown around all over the floor and take a seat on the bed.

Harry closes the door and walks over to the wall straight across from me. He leans against it with his arms crossed and one foot propped up on the wall.

After about 10 minutes of awkward silence, Harry breaks it. He laughs with a sniffle and cry as he looks up to meet my eyes.

"So why'd you come here?" He asks in a raspy, deep voice.

"I-I want t-to apologize" I say nervously as I tear my eyes away from his piercing green gaze. Again his sad and depressing laugh came.

"Apologize? Why?" He asks me, smiling a scary but sad smile," why say sorry? Why would that make it better? Just cause I finally quit my career, you want to apologize? Isn't that what you wanted me to do? Quit? I thought I couldn't sing? That I was a disappointment?" He throws these questions at me as I start to feel the lump in my throat grow.

"No" is all I can say as I stare at the floor.

We sit in silence and I occasionally steal glances at him just to see him crying or smiling at me.

"Why?" He asks in the silence.

"What?" I ask back, confused.

"Why? Why don't you like me?" I stay silent for a minute before answering.

"I don't know" I whisper. Again, we go back to silence.

"I want you to go on tour with me" I gasp as I jerk my head up to look at his face. It is still stained with tears and his eyes are still puffy but he is smiling what looks like a real smile.

"W-What?" I say astounded.

"I want you to come on tour with me" he repeats. I swallow nervously as I stare at him with my eyes wide.

"W-Why?" I ask still staring into his dark forest green eyes.

"Do I need a reason?" He shrugs.

"Um...kinda, I sent you hate that made you want to quit the band and now your asking me to go on tour with you?" I say confused as I sit fiddling with my fingers. He laughs and then sighs.

"Well, I guess that doesn't make sense, does it?" He laughs and looks at me as we meet eyes again.

"No, it doesn't" I laugh.

"Well, I don't make a lot of sense" he laughs again. We sit there in silence for the hundredth time tonight for about 5 minutes.

"So, we leave tomorrow night" he breaks the silence like every other time tonight.

"Your crazy, first off, you should hate me, second, I have school, third, that's just crazy!" I almost yell.

"First off, I should hate you but I don't cause I know how to forgive and forget, second, we can get your school work and bring it with us, third, well...I guess it just is crazy" he laughs. I cough nervously and stand up.

"Your serious?" I ask him with what probably looks like complete shock on my face.

"Yes, I'll meet you back at this very room at 6 in the afternoon...thank you for the apology, I can't wait to see you again" he nods and walks to the door. He opens it for me and I walk towards it.

With my eyes wide, mouth dropped, and shocked as fuck...I walk out of the room, down the hall, out the building, and in my car.

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SHOCKING! Why did Harry invite her? What will she do?! What's HAPPENING?!...all will be clear soon my lil readers...VOTE AND ENJOY