Set Fire To The Rain **EDITING**

Chapter 8 - Should've Said No

CHAPTER 8

**ALANA’S POV**

Oh God. I back away quickly but I was a second too late. Our lips meet for the smallest amount of time. The barest brushing of lips. The slightest touch of skin on skin. So soft I could say that it never happened. But it did.

My heart starts to pick up its pace. The blood roars through my veins. My stomach feels as if the whole population of butterflies are swarming around. My lips are throbbing. I stare up at him with shock in my eyes. He just looks… disappointed? No. Some other emotion.

“Goodbye Styles” I say quietly, surprised about how cold my voice is. I’m sure my eyes are freezing over. He opens his mouth as if to say something but I close the door in his face. I can’t stand the sight of him. Not now. Not ever.

I crumple to the ground, setting my back firmly on the cold wood of the door. I put my face gently in my hands.

What the hell just happened?

And why the hell did I feel butterflies?

**HARRY’S POV**

What the hell just happened?

And why the hell did I feel butterflies?

I can’t be feeling these types of things! I have told myself over and over again not to but it happened anyway. Nice going Harry.

And she stepped away from a kiss… from ME! THE Harry Styles, the boy known across the globe has just been rejected by a nobody. And she knows that I like her now too. Great, just fricken great. Why should I care? We are leaving in a week and that is no time to get in a proper relationship.

I need to get out to think.

 **ALANA’S POV**

 I need to get out to think. I stalk over to my messy bed and grab a pen, paper and with an afterthought, my guitar. It helps clear my head. I walk out the door, taking care not to slip over like Har-Styles did. I need to get back into my old habit of calling him Styles after he just betrayed his little trust that he managed to build up.

My mind slips out of action, leaving me with just my thoughts to contend with. Why on earth did he try to kiss me? A person of no real importance and a person who hates him with all her heart. My phone lights up with a text, jolting me back to reality. I groan as I see the text from my boss. It seems that my next story for my music column is about One Direction. Joy.

My eyes scan the peaceful looking lake, trying to find a quiet spot so I can write or sing with no interruptions. There. A patch of land with a small, white bench overlooking the water. No-one in sight and no-one will bother me.

I make my way over there, guitar carefully slung over my shoulder until I prop myself up on the cold metal of the seat. I nibble my pen a little stare around the place, trying to find my inspiration before I place my instrument gently on the green grass surrounding me.

I try and make my writing as funny as possible so people read it but I also put as many facts in there as I can. Seeming that my cousin is a Directioner and I lived in close proximity to her for over 3 years, I know quite a few of those. And because of Styles

I sigh and start writing, my pen flying across the white sky of the paper, raining navy blue letters across its surface.

One Direction, or as known to their fans as the five hottest things that has touched this earth since the creation of Justin Bieber, are the English/Irish boy band known all over the globe. The group consists of the cute, Irishman, Niall Horan. The dark, mysterious Zayn Malik. The serious and the boy with the ever changing hair, Liam Payne. The funny prankster, Louis Tomlinson. And the cheeky-’  

My pen pauses on the paper at the mention of Styles. I can hardly bring myself to think about him let alone right about him. Trying to dispel the fleeting feeling of his lips on mine I pick up my guitar and start strumming to Adele’s Set Fire To The Rain

Cause’ there’s a side to you

That I never knew, never knew

And the things you say, they were never true, never true

And the games you play, you would always win, always win

But-  

“You have an amazing voice” someone says behind me. I spin around in fear at the voice, cheeks glowing. I don’t like people hearing me sing. Ever. I am quite insecure about my voice as well as my body.

“Thank-you” I say quietly to the tall guy dressed in a striped top, I’m sure my embarrassment shows as he grins a little.

“Sorry, I’m Louis Tomlinson” something clicks in my mind as I give him a better look over. I think I recognise him from last night

“Were you the one dancing weirdly at the party last night?” I ask him suspiciously, packing up my guitar and standing up to face him. His face screws up a little as he tries to remember, he grins as something comes to mind.

“Probably, I am the swagmaster from Doncaster” he says. An idea pops into mind and I scribble something down on a spare piece of paper. He looks at me curiously, eyebrows raised, an expression I’ve seen on my cousins face many times.

“I’m a journalist and I’m writing about your band in my music column” I explain to him, my pen soaring across the paper. He grins again.

“Maybe you can interview us or something” he cries, dancing around me. For all his age, he acts like a 5 year-old. I laugh slightly then stop. The interview could help me climb on the journalism ladder but Styles is a part of the band too, meaning I’ll have to see him. An impossible decision to make in a few seconds but I’ll say-

“Alright then, on one condition”

**HARRY’S POV**

Louis rang me up on his phone a few minutes ago telling me to come to his room ‘Right NOW’, I wonder what he has to tell me. I meet Liam on my way out.

“Do you know why Lou wants us to go to his apartment?” he asks me as soon as I walk out of the door. I shake my head in confusement. He sounded excited. Like a child in a candy store. Well, I suppose Lou is like that all the time.

I open the door to his room and see a girl with a pen poised elegantly over a notebook, laughing at something that was said. I don’t think I could ever forget that girl. Ever

But this time I have something to ask 

A/N I'm baaack :) Hope you guys like the new cover, not incredible but it will suffice. I hope everyone had a great week and are liking my story at the moment. It will not be as stereotypical as you think, just read on and you will find out. So, what do you think Harry has to say for himself. Why did they both feel butterflies? Team Halana? Haha, that was made up. 140+ reads, 5+ comments and a few more votes :) So in the meantime

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