Meant to be?

14. Truth

Harry Edward Styles

I woke up with disoriented thoughts. It was like my mind was thinking all of things at once but then it wasn't. As I've said, disoriented thoughts.

I wasn't thinking of anything in particular too. I just know my head hurts and that's that.

I groaned and sat up; put my head between my hands and tried to relocate my somewhat scattered thoughts.

I remembered everything clearly thank god. All of it; from us getting the award, the after party, and of course me confessing to Janna then her running away.

Don't think about that. I chided myself childishly.

I closed my eyes tightly as if that would help lessen the feel of being rejected. Don't get me wrong, I've been rejected a lot of times before but this was different kind of rejection.

It was different in so many levels because I am different. I guess you could say fame does this differentiation because I am not that Harold Styles from Holmes Chapel anymore and it's the truth.

I can't even walk without someone following me now.

I am widely known by Harry Styles now. I am a superstar with millions of girls milling over me and I chose someone. I chose in those millions of girls and guess what? she rejected me...

It's okay to feel hurt over that right?

Have I read her signs wrong? Has her feelings changed because she'd known me like, personally? I don't even know why but when I told her that I like her, she looked scared, panicky even. And when I was about to think it was because it was me who was making her scared, she ran away.

I was clueless.

I got out of bed. It was no use trying to make my prons and cons with her early this morning. I looked at my phone. A few text messages from the staff about how awesome the after party. Nothing spectacular or different or anything at all.

Except, except for one. It was an unknown number. I find it to be cautious on unknown numbers because you never knew they might be and as an artist you should be cautious. It might be a fan who unknowingly got your number or something.

I opened it and found the message short and straight to the point, it just says,

Meet me at the rooftop. 3pm. Don't be late.

Who was this guy to order me around?

I put my phone on the night stand and stood up.

Everything was exactly the same when I woke up. Everyone was lazing around and doing nothing. I saw Niall just walked up and walked straight to the bathroom. Louis was brushing his teeth in the kitchen sink. Liam was still probably asleep. Even though everything felt like normal, I sensed a tense atmosphere. It was like a bomb. It was that restless feeling like everyone was waiting for that final tick of the timer which they never know when was going to come.

From the looks of it, looks like Zayn got it worse. He looked horrible like he was dazed with a huge hang over. I sat next to him and didn't say anything. I didn't even ask what was wrong.

"I feel horrible." he muttered suddenly.

I nodded silently. I didn't know what he was pertaining to so I just shut my mouth.

"I shouldn't have done that." He said as he put his hand on his head.

His remorseful tone got me feeling curious. "What's that?" I asked.

He looked at me "You didn't know?"

"Know what?" I asked feeling more confused than him at the moment.