Harry’s P.O.V.
“Wait, what?” I questioned immediately, trying to take in the news I’ve been informed of over the phone.
“It’s you and you only who’s travelling to London-“
“I get that, and I’m in London, but why not the rest of my bandmates? Any event that I go to should involve the lads. I’m not a soloist and don’t plan on being a soloist anytime soon, people are going to start thinking of me as one if I go alone to this,” I argue.
“Harry, you have to,”
“No, I was cordially invited to the event by a slip of paper. It’s not required of me to go,”
“Harry, it is required by us that you go to this event. We can see if we can figure out this for the other boys, but in the meantime, start packing,” I sigh.
“Alright, fine, keep me updated,”
“Will do,”
That was another glorious conversation with management about ten minutes ago. Even though it wasn’t a big deal, I couldn’t believe it. Yes, it was exciting to be invited to a London movie premiere, but I wanted the lads with me when I go. I was getting real sick of the rumors going around that I was going solo or break from the band. That was complete bullshit; I would never do that in a million years.
It made me wonder why only I was invited to the premiere, and why I was even invited in the first place. The premiere was a horror movie I barely even heard of. I don’t think I knew any of the actors or actresses that starred in it either. If it was my choice, I wouldn’t go. Or I would go and bring the lads with me. This wasn’t an event suited for me and it was rather pointless for me to attend.
“What’s got you down mate?” Louis walks over and eyes my distraught look. He sits next to me on the couch with a sense of curiosity.
“I have to go to some London horror movie premiere,” I answer sadly.
“Really? I’m not seeing the down side to this,” He says.
“Apparently, I have to go alone. I don’t even know why it’s just me, you guys are as important as I am. I don’t even have any relations with the movie itself,” Louis ponders for a moment.
“Do you remember what movie it is?” He asks.
“I don’t know, some horror I think. Why?” Louis’ eyes widen as I say horror.
“Ashes!” He blurts out. “Ashes, that’s the premiere you’re going to, quite big in the states,”
“Okay…” I say, wondering how Louis knew the stats about this movie. I thought about it for a minute. Ashes, that sort of rings a bell. It sounds more like a romantic comedy than a horror movie to me. Then again, it must have some kind of relation to death.
“Yeah, definitely Ashes. That one with Erin Taylor and some other couple,” He thinks. Oh. That’s why.
Erin Taylor. She must be playing the villain or something in this movie. I swear, she’s practically a real life Carrie. Beautiful and freaky in her own way that makes her hated by everyone. And I can see why. Every event we’ve met at, it’s never gone well. We end up throwing sarcastic remarks and rude comments and end up arguing like we’re a married couple at every single one of them. And then the media catches it, writes about it, and the rumors about us go flying again.
I don’t even know how it started, us arguing. We’ve had a past practically since my first awards’ show with the band. I actually thought we were starting to become good friends, but something must’ve happened between us that always makes us burst into flames when we see each other.
Management must’ve set me up for this. Perhaps me befriending Erin or at least complimenting her not sarcastically would keep her away from me and put an end to all this nonsense between us. I don’t get why she hates me anyways, what have I ever done to her? Oh…right…the power of sarcasm.
“Earth to Harry,” I start to see Louis’ hand wave in front of my face. I shake my head.
“Sorry, zoned out there,” I apologize. He gives me a questioning look.
“Is there something going on between you and Erin Taylor?” He asks like a kid in primary school asking if I had a crush on her. I sigh, thinking to argue and say no.
“I really don’t know Louis, I really don’t know,”
A.N.: Let me tell you guys, I got a big writer's block on this story. You know, beginnings are always hard to write especially if you have a big bunch of nothing going on. But I'm getting it started, and I promise you love it! In the meantime, I hope you liked this chapter, and may the odds be ever in your favor for the next update!-CookieKrumm
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