Holding On (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Date Day

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello loves! This is another really long chapter, just because I wanted to fit everything into this one upload. Thank you so much for reading... Again, any kind of feedback would be wonderful! Thank youuu! Love you all! x 

Maybe it was my pounding head that woke me. Maybe it was my vibrating phone lying next to me, or maybe it was the knock on the hotel door.

My head was hurting so bad that it was pounding in my ears, and I looked over to Jessica to make sure it hadn't waken her. Of course not. The clock on the bedside table said that it was 8 am. Who knocks on someone's door at 8? Maybe if I don't answer they'll go away. 

My phone lit up with a text message, and I grabbed it off of the table. Squinting at the brightness of my phone in the morning, I made out the name.

From: Josh

I didn't know you were famous? Dating Harry styles??

When I read the message, it all came flooding back. The reason for my headache, the reason my face felt damp with tears, the reason my pillow was wet. They found me.

I rolled my eyes at the situation. I didn't, by any means, want to be famous for being seen with Harry. But, I realized that there was nothing I could do about it, so I shouldn't waste my time worrying about hate or anything of that matter. However, nothing could stop me from being pissed off at Alyssa. Attention seeking little-

I'd forgotten about the person at the door until they knocked again. Except this time it was more of a banging rather than a knock. It was apparent that whoever was at the door didn't plan on leaving.

I dragged myself out of bed, my feet being welcomed by the cold tile. I made my way to the door, sporting some Victoria's Secret PINK shorts and an old, blue tank top. Whoever it was probably worked for the hotel, so they could handle me in my pajamas if they were going to come knocking at 8 in the morning.

I hunched over my phone sending Josh a quick reply, even though his message annoyed me massively.

To: Josh

Not famous, and not dating him at all.x

I yawned loudly and groggily ran my hands through my golden tangles as I opened the door. I didn't think to look through the peephole, and I almost had a hear attack when I saw who it was that had knocked.

"Harry!" I screeched, causing myself to drop my phone on the tile floor. Now, not only was my head pounding, but my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour.

I earned myself a slight chuckle from Harry. A polished, flawless looking Harry in a blue Ramones t-shirt. "Hello." He smiled cheerfully, as he squatted down to pick up my phone.

"Umm, hi..." I said, although it sounded more like a question. He handed me my phone, and I muttered a 'thanks' without making eye contact.

"Are you ready?" he asked innocently.

"Ready? For what, our date?" I self consciously ran my fingers through my hair in lame attempt to brush out the tangles. The thought of Harry seeing what I look like in the morning felt like a nightmare.