I stared down at the phone (even though the screen had now turned off) having an internal battle with myself. What do I do? If I mention it and he has been cheating I would be stuck here until tomorrow when my train was booked. How awkward would that be? But I can’t imagine Harry doing such a thing; however he is famous and I’m just some normal girl, so maybe I’m not enough. I’m not perfectly beautiful or rich or talented, I’m just me. Plain old, Alicia Smith.
“Babe! Are you alright? You’re staring...” Harry jostled me from the frenzy inside my head. I gave him a weak smile still not entirely sure on what to do. “Alicia...” Harry trailed off giving me a look that said he knew something was up.
“I’m just going to get um er get a jumper, er yeah I’m a bit cold...” what the hell was that, seriously, I couldn’t just play it off. Harry gave me a worried look but released me nonetheless.
“Okay.” He said watching me with concern as I swiftly left the room and my way upstairs to the guest room. Once inside I grabbed my phone, I had to talk to someone, have someone tell me that I’ve blown this way out of proportion. That it was... was what exactly? What could possibly be a reasonable explanation for it? But it’s not something he would do, just keep telling yourself that, love. With a sigh I brought up India’s number and called it, I just needed some reassurance.
Inida: Hello, future Mrs Styles!
My heart squeezed at the nickname, whether it was a good or bad thing was beyond me.
Me: Hey, Inida...
India: What’s wrong?! What has he done?! I swear to God I will kill him-
Me: India! India! Calm down, he hasn’t done anything. Well at least I hope he hasn’t...
India: What do you mean?
Me: Well um he has this wallpaper on his phone of him and this girl kissing...
India: Yeah and?
Me: India, Harry and I have never taken a picture of us kissing...
India: Shit!
Me: I know.
I looked around the room, my eyes landing on a picture of a young Harry and Gemma, he looked adorable – a depiction of cute. He wouldn’t do something like this. He just wouldn’t.
India: I think you should confront him. I know I don’t know him well, but from the times I’ve seen you two together anybody can see just how much he likes you, Alicia.
Me: But what if he has? I can’t leave until tomorrow; I don’t have enough money for a train ticket! How awkward it be tonight, knowing that he...
India: Alicia! Go and talk to him! If you need me call me again, but right now he is sat somewhere wondering what the hell you’re doing.
Me: I guess. Ok I’ll try, but if anything happens I’m blaming you! I could be stranded in a train station, sleeping on platform like a homeless person.
India: Haha whatever! Stop being so dramatic now go! Bye!
Me: Bye, India, and thanks.
India: No problem!
“Why are spending the night at the train station?” I jumped at the sound of Harry’s hurt voice. Harry was leaning against the door framed with a confused expression across on his face. How much had he heard? “Well?” he said pushing away from the doorframe and walking towards where i was laid on the bed.
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Backstage (One Direction)
FanfictionI glanced up from my iPhone to see a girl with straight black hair throwing herself on Harry Styles. He stumbled back as a security guard grabbed her and pulled her away from him. She started screaming and throwing her arms about. 'Harry, my love! N...
