One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Directions and Guilt of A Spitting Image

   (Harry’s Point of View)

   During the whole car ride no one spoke a word. Sure, Niall would ask every ten minutes if we were there yet, but that didn’t really count. Usually I’d get annoyed every time Niall asked that question over and over again, but, this time, I didn’t really care. I actually missed hearing him say that. I know I wasn’t away from the boys for more than a week or so, but, it felt like years because I’m with these boys almost every day. For once, it felt odd sitting beside Louis. He didn’t even try and look at me. He was too busy trying to avoid me by having his headphones on, but he clearly didn’t have his music blasting enough to not hear me, or, well, anyone. It also felt sort of odd, like we were missing someone. 

   ”Where’s Paul?” Niall asked as he didn’t move for a second, and then looked around the SUV. Everyone was quiet. I don’t know if it was because they didn’t know the answer to Niall’s question, or because nobody wanted to answer. After moments of silence passing by, someone finally spoke up. “He finished getting ready when Harry was in the shower. So, he went to the radio station early to make sure there was a safe place we could make our way inside the building without the girls finding us,” Liam answered as he looked out the window. I wasn’t sure if he was doing that to avoid eye contact with me, because honestly, his explanation kind of was shitty. But I didn’t really even bother because I was way too tired to even try to put up a fight. I thought saying that Liam was lying and then going back and forth with the boys was too much work. 

   ”We’re here,” Ron informed us. Louis opened the door with force, and jumped out of the SUV. Then, I did, then Niall, then Liam, then Zayn. “This does not look anywhere near a building where you’d have a radio station,” Niall pointed out. “Captain Obvious,” Louis rolled his eyes. “Paul told me where and what to do. So, from here, we’d have to sneak around through the back of this quick mart, then from there, we continue walking behind these stores until we see a huge dumpster,” Liam stopped to read his text from Paul again because he was clearly confused. “Ugh, Liam, you’re taking forever,” Niall sighed as he took Liam’s phone out of his hands to read it himself. We all had our eyes on Niall. At first it looked like he understood what it said, until it got to where Liam got confused as well. He rose an eyebrow, which told us that he was totally lost. He made the face that he makes whenever he can’t figure something out. “Mate, let’s just do what Paul told us, and until we get to the dumpster, let’s try and find our own way to the radio station. It won’t be too hard if he kind of put Paul’s text together,” Zayn suggested as he began to walk. Liam shrugged his shoulders, and followed Zayn. 

   Zayn seemed like he knew his way. He was leading all of us through this little maze. Niall insisted in being our “look out” if there were any girls around that might see us. He was actually pretty good. We kind of walked in what looked like a train. Zayn was the leader, Liam was behind him, pretty much being the navigator, Louis behind him, and I was behind Louis. Niall of course, was in the back, looking out for us. I really wanted to say something to Lou, but I didn’t know where to start, and what exactly to say. “Lou,” I whispered. “Save it, Harry,” Louis whispered back. “Can we at least talk?” I asked him. “We’ve talked enough, Harold” Louis said under his breath. But I was still able to hear him. That was sort of a signal for me to stop talking. 

   When we began to hear screaming girls, that’s when we knew we were getting close to the radio station. Maybe we didn’t need Paul’s directions; directions that were unclear, in my opinion. They weren’t even that useful anyways. “Guys, we’re here,” Zayn informed us. But it wasn’t really needed to say that, because, we could honestly tell, due to our eardrums almost popping. “We can sneak in through the back entrance,” Liam stated as he pointed to the back of the building. Louis nodded, and followed Liam and Zayn. Louis caught up with Liam and Zayn, while I was left behind. Sure, Niall was with me, but he was way too far to even be considered, with me. Then, I heard Niall shout. “GUYS! RUN!” Niall shouted as he looked back, and his arms were in the air, alerting us that there were girls coming. I watched as Niall ran passed me. I looked back to see a group of girls that looked like there were about maybe fifteen of them, running towards us with posters in their hands. I ran for my dear life.