One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty-Six: Explanations

 (Harry’s Point of View) 

   I just dropped Michelle off at her house, so she could readjust back home, and unpack. She needed to straighten things out with her parents. I still debated with myself whether I should go talk to her parents and explain why I took their sixteen year old daughter to a different country with me but it was almost five in the morning. So I told myself I would wait til later on to do that, right after I went to see the boys. Plus, Michelle needs to get some rest, and I did owe the boys an apology. As I sat in the back seat of the taxi, I called Ron, hoping he was at the condo. I waited as the phone rang. “Hello?” Ron’s voice was groggy. I forgot that this was way too early for Ron to be awake, and I had disturbed his sleep. “Ron?” I asked. Then, suddenly, he gasped. He was shocked. “Harry? Where are you? Are you alright?” Ron asked with concern. I could tell that now, Ron wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, especially with all the questions I knew he was going to ask me. “Are you at the condo?” I asked him, ignoring all the quesions he had asked me. “Yeah,” Ron replied. “And the boys?” I asked him. “Yeah. They’ll be up soon though. They have to drive to Pennsylvania to do a radio interview with some actress Amber Rodriguez,” Ron replied. Who the hell was Amber Rodriguez? Thank God the boys were there, though. But an interview? I had to make it. I just had to attend it. It’s the least I can do, since, well, I’ve just disappeared. “Great, I’ll be there,” I replied. I made sure to hang up before he was to say anything else. 

   During the whole car ride there, I was just trying to figure out what to say to the boys. Whether I should start off with some long speech, or a short apology, and maybe go down on my knees to beg for their forgiveness; if anything. I left without saying a word to them, and completely almost destroying Paul’s car. I’m surprised he didn’t get the cops to look for me. I’ll be lucky if Paul even looks at me when I see him. But what if he presses charges against me? I deserve it. I deserve every punishment I had coming. I was so foolish, and well, drunk. If Paul were to call the cops on me, I’d be in big trouble for under aged drinking. But, I could always use the “I’m British” thing. It seems to always work for Niall when he uses the “I’m an Irish man” excuse. 

   We were twenty minutes away from the condo now, and I guess it kind of gave me time to catch some sleep. I needed it. Even if I didn’t really want to go to sleep because of how nervous I was to be facing the boys, I needed to get sleep. Especially since I’d have to go to an interview in a few hours anyways. It was the middle of the night, or should I say, early morning, when it was a bit chilly. I cold feel the cold leather against my skin. It was a bit humid though, so the leather stuck to my skin a bit. I tried falling asleep, but I couldn’t. So, I basically thought of scenarios that could happen in twenty minutes until I fall asleep. I thought about me standing in front of the door as I knock on the door, and see Niall opening the door as he complains that it’s way too early to be disturbed at this time, then, I would explain to them where I’ve been, and that I was sorry, and I’d be shunned by Paul the whole entire time. But in reality, the people I really owed an apology to were Louis, Paul, and Will. I should have never reacted the way I did towards Louis. He was just trying to stop me from intoxicating myself with alcohol. He knows how I get whenever I’m completely drunk, and well, I really did get drunk that night. I’m surprised I still remember what happened. Thinking about that night really brought back the one thing I regretted most; sleeping with that stranger that looked like Michelle. I was desperate, drunk, angry, and I missed Michelle. But I can’t blame the alcohol for my actions. 

   I guess I had fallen asleep because next thing I know, I was awaken by the taxi driver. “We’re here,” he said as he yawned. “Uh, thanks,” I said as I took out my wallet, and saw a picture of the boys and I. It was time to say my apologies. I guess I had taken out two fifties instead of a twenty and a ten, because after I handed it to the taxi driver, his eyes were wide, as if he’d just been granted a Brit or something, and he thanked me. I didn’t bother to double check because of how tired I was, so I just nodded, and got out of the taxi. I grabbed my things from the trunk, and waved the taxi driver a goodbye. I watched as he drove off. At least someone was going to be happy. 

   I dragged my feet against the pavement, and walked up the stairs, trying to keep my eyes open. I made sure to focus on my feet, making sure I wasn’t going to miss a step. I was so tired out. When I finally reached the top of the stairs, and stood in front of the door leading to the inside of the condo full of people that I’ve disappointed and worried, I took a deep breath. I hesitated for a few moments, because I was actually scared. Scared that they wouldn’t accept my apology, and I’d have to go back home, possibly stay with my family, because I just hate the feeling of being alone. But, I had to grow the courage. I didn’t come all the way back here, just to debate whether I should go and say sorry, or go back home. Without even thinking about it, my knuckles were already gently knocking on the not so thin door. No one answered. So, again, without even thinking, or even stopping myself, my hand made it’s way to the doorbell. Nobody answered, so I felt kind of relieved. Maybe they were too asleep to even hear the doorbell. This gave me a chance to find a hotel. It would buy me time to relax a little bit. But, before I could even make my way down the first few steps, the door opened. 

   ”Harry?” a groggy voice said as they opened the door. I turned around. It wasn’t Niall. It was Liam. I was kind of glad that it was Liam, he was the most understanding from all of us. He rubbed his eyes, I don’t know if it was to try and wake him up, or if he was trying to see if this was real, and he was actually seeing me. “Hey,” I said as I looked down at my feet and scuffed my shoes, pretending that something was on it. Instead of yelling at me, he pulled me in for a hug. I didn’t hesitate to hug him back. I really missed him. “Welcome back,” Liam greeted me as he rubbed my back with his hand. After our what seemed to be almost ten minute hug, he finally pulled away. He took a deep breath and looked at me from head to toe. “Boy, you’ve grown,” he said with a wide smile. “It hasn’t even been two weeks, Liam,” I let out a little laugh. I was so happy to see him again. “You’ve had us all worried sick, Harry,” Liam said as he scratched the back of his neck. I looked at him, and I could see honesty and worry written all over his face. “I- I- I- I’m-” I stuttered, but before I could even get out what I wanted to say, Liam cut me off. He shook his head. “Before you say anything else, you should come in. You look like you’re tired, and freezing,” Liam said as he moved out of the way and made a hand gesture, which told me to come inside. Typical “Daddy Direction.” It made me smile, that he actually was being nice to me, after I kind of completely almost damaged One Direction with my sudden disappearance. 

   Liam grabbed my bags as I made my way to the big blue comfy couch that I would love to lounge on while I watched “Family Guys” with the lads. As I sat down on it, it didn’t feel right. I felt different. I guess I just lost the familiar feeling. Liam placed my bags on the floor beside him. He sat down on a chair somewhat facing me. “So, how are you?” Liam asked as he flashed me a sympathetic smile. I loved how Liam would just ask if I was okay, even if there’s so much lecturing me about kind of ruining One Direction’s reputation and how “disappearing” isn’t the mature way in handling a fight with the others. But before I could answer, I was interrupted by bunch of voices speaking all at once, coming from the hallway. “What’s all this ruckus about?” Louis asked with a negative attitude. “Yeah, what’s all this ruckus about?” Niall imitated Louis, but with laughter added to it. When Louis’s eyes met mine, he immediately stopped walking, talking, everything. He basically seemed like he was a statue. Niall bumped into Louis, “Mate, why’d you stop walking?” Then, once Niall saw me, he stopped laughing. “Wha- wha- what’s he doing here?” Louis voice sounded like it was full of hate, like he was disgusted by my presence. “Let him explain,” Liam’s voice was calm. “Explain?! What is there to explain?! He fucking disappeared on us! Like he fell off the face of the earth! Do you know how many times we had to cover up for him?!” Louis’s voice rose. I’ve never heard him like this before. His face was red. It was like steam was about to come out of his ears. “Calm down, Lou,” Niall said as he placed his hand on Louis’s shoulder. But Louis shook it off immediately after. “Breathe, Lou, Breath,” Niall said as he looked at Louis. Louis took deep breaths. “Good,” Niall said as he rubbed Louis’s back. “Come sit,” Liam suggested. Niall nodded, and walked over to sit beside me. Louis took a deep breath, and sat beside Niall, who was in the middle of us. I guess he wasn’t ready to sit next to me. 

   Right after Louis sat down, someone came down the hall. “Mates?” a voice asked. He looked around, and ran his fingers through his hair. He took a deep breath, and nodded. He understood what was going on. He sat on a small couch beside Louis. “So, you decided to come back?” the voice was somewhat calm, but I could hear the anger in it. “Before you guys go on and shoot arrows at him for what he’s done, let him explain,” Liam said as he rolled his eyes while he shook his head. “Fine, explain,” Zayn stated, which I guess was my signal for me to begin.