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Chapter 7

Holaaaa humans, I'm updating early this week, I've got the day off school and I'm bored so here is chapter 7! Please enjoy and don't forget to vote and comment! :) x

Lola's POV

I smiled to myself as I walked to get my shoes for the next rehearsal. I was so happy in that moment, I was surrounded by so much love and that is all I needed.

I bent down to find my bag and my shoes, but they weren't there. I looked around until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Were you looking for these Lola?" I stood up to face his gorgeous emerald eyes. It was so hard to break his gaze, his eyes looked watery and underneath was all puffy. He looked like he'd been crying. Probably over that slag he was with, I thought to myself.

"Oh yeah, um, thanks Harry." I said, awkwardly grabbing the bags from his hands.

I turned around to leave but he pulled me back. I saw hurt in his eyes.

"Lola, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you this morning." He told me, sincerely. His hand still on mine.

"Maybe you should think before you speak Harry." I told him, I broke my hand away from his and started walking away again. I didn't want a stupid explanation of his mean behaviour and I certainly didn't want to admit to him how sad I actually was about him making me feel like that.

"That's never been a strong point of mine, I don't really think about anyone. I've always been like this Lola, I'm sorry." He shouted to me, his voice breaking. I turned around to see his gaze on the floor, his cheeks were wet with tears.

I slowly walked towards him and led him to the closest chair. I sat down next to him.

"Harry, it's ok, please don't cry." I felt his head lay on my shoulder so I wrapped by arms around his torso and held him whilst he cried. His body shuddered with tears. How could someone so privileged and famous be so unhappy? I lifted his head up and held his face in my hands. I stroked away his tears, I was so used to this I had no difficulty.

He sniffled and looked up to me.

Harry's POV

I couldn't contain it. Everything just came out, the guilt of not visiting my family, the pain of betraying my friends for women and the pain I felt for this girl in front of me.

She held me in her arms and soothed me and that's all I needed. I looked deep into her eyes and I knew then that I could trust her with my life. She wiped away my tears and stared deep into my soul, she looked confused and bewildered by my behaviour.

"Harry, what's happened to you? You're supposed to be happy, you've got everything you need and you're so privileged." She whispered to me.

"I'm not happy Lola, I haven't been happy for years." I replied, looking down, ashamed of my behaviour. This girl was dying and she had to listen to my stupid story. I'm so selfish.

"Please will you tell me your story Harry. I want to understand." She asked me, everything about her tone was calming, her features were soft and her eyes searched for the life in mine.

"Of course." I nodded to her, and pulled her from the chair gently.

I walked out of the arena and she followed after me, her eyes never leaving my face, her face was so full of concern and this was the care that I'd been yearning for, for the past 4 years. I opened up the passenger door of my land rover and held her hand whilst she got in, I ran around to the other side, eager to let this girl know my story. She needed to know I wasn't what the press made of me, I'm not Harry Styles, I'm just Harry, a boy from a small village that used to work in a bakery.