Alternate Paths (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2 - Harry

Author's Note

As promised, here is chapter 2. I hope you guys like it and thanks for all your wonderful comments so far! I love you guys :) Harry's POV is going to be a bit interesting... again, click vote if you liked it and tell me what you think of each chapter so I can improve it! 

Enjoy,

HopeSilver

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I gritted my teeth together, my jaw clenching as I stared at the contract in front of me. No way was I going to sign it. It was absolutely ridiculous. I glanced up at Penne, seeing her smirk full of confidence. Stupid management. Frustrated, I picked up the pen, my gaze straight on her face as I put the ink to paper. I signed it. I had to since I really had no choice. It was either this or my career.

Niall slept soundly on his bunk, his snores even as I glared at my iPod. Louis was in the bunk above me, Liam was in the kitchen and Zayn had disappeared, probably smoking outside. Yet again. I don't know why I thought of the contract, but I did. Although it was two years ago, we still had to obey the stupid rules Penne made all of us agree to. At first I had been eager to start my career, being able to do what I loved most - singing. For two months the lads and I performed at concerts, sung songs and had fun. That was before Penne became head of management. Before she made us sign the contract which would control us for the rest of our career. Simon had no idea what was going on. He wasn't even in full control of One Direction. He may have been our mentor on X Factor and signed us to Syco Records but none of that mattered when Penne was in charge.

Sure, Simon had told us to enhance and exaggerate our character but that was nothing like what Penne had wanted to do. 

I ran a hand through my tousled curls briskly. I would forget about it. I would clear my mind for the time being and relax. If I kept remembering about that stupid contract and those stupid rules then I would get no where.

I threw my feet over my bunk and quietly made my way into the kitchen to see Liam. The kitchen wasn't large at all. It wasn't even a kitchen, really. There was just a small bench with a sink and a cupboard embedded in the red velvet walls. A small microwave was in the wall opposite, just near a table which, if we squeezed, we could fit four people. You got used to the small kitchen though and I didn't mind it at all. I actually quite liked the tour bus even though everything was crowded - from the beds to where we ate. It was almost a second home and I had grown to love it. 

I tugged my iPod out of my ears as I whispered a 'hello' to Liam and started whirring up a cup of tea. Yorkshire was Louis' favourite so I grabbed an English Breakfast as there was only one Yorkshire tea left.  My mind wondered as I poured the warm water, which Liam had already prepared, into a mug. I couldn't wait to be off the tour bus. It wasn't that I hated my fans and was some stuck up celebrity who hated tours. It wasn't because I had suddenly decided that I hated the vehicle. I wanted to be off the tour bus because I had had enough of Modest continually telling us what to do. Most of the time the lads and I ignored management but there were some things out of our control. Thankfully, Derrick was driving us back to London at noon today. Unfortunately, it was only two in the morning so I still had to wait quite a while. 

"Harry?" 

I snapped my eyes up to Liam as he waved his tan hand in front of my face. "What's wrong?"

"Your tea." Liam simply pointed at it. I tore my gaze from Liam to the mug and jumped. Whoops.

I had overfilled the cup and water was pooling everywhere. I placed the kettle on the bench and lifted the mug over the sink. I took a sip but recoiled as it burnt my tongue. I hated when my tongue got burnt... Liam handed me some paper towels and helped to clean up the mess. If Liam hadn't have stopped me pouring, the liquid would have dripped onto the floor and I didn't think Derrick would appreciate that; he was extremely protective of his bus. By the time Liam and I had finished cleaning up, my tea was cool enough to drink. I really didn't want another burnt tongue - it made food taste horrible whenever you ate something.