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Chappie 6

10/2/12

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Chappie 6

I quietly shut the door to our hotel room and advanced down the hallway. It was around six in the morning and I was tiptoeing through the hallways, trying not to wake anyone up. I was escaping for a bit of me time while I had the chance. I need to think and calm down a bit.

As I round the corner, I hear a door open and someone steps out, but they have their face towards the door and closing it. An unmistakable mop of brown curly hair hides underneath a purple hoodie. Harry turns around and I duck behind the wall so he doesn't notice me.

I see him walk down the hallway, looking around, making sure no one is following him. That gave me an idea. Looks like seeing London's sites were going to have to wait. I follow Harry a few paces behind him so I don't reveal myself. He stops and I stop. I back behind a wall and peer over to see him fumbling around in his hoodie for something. He must be looking for his phone, which I have with me at this very moment.

Harry seems to remember that he doesn't have it, and carries on towards the hotel garage. I follow him as he gets into his car. My car is parked a couple of spots away from his. I hide behind my car and wait till Harry gets in his. I then hope into mine, and make it too obvious that I'm following him.

I pray that Harry doesn't recognize my car but besides, the windows are pretty tinted so maybe he wont see me anyway. As soon as i pull behind him in front of a stop light, I hear a ding from my jacket. I pull out the two phones I have; Harry's and mine. Harry's phone was lit up.

Zayn: where r u Hazza? I just woke up and didn't find u in the room

I stared at the text and quickly typed a reply back before the light changes.

Harry: just going out for a little drive. don't worry about me I'll b fine

Zayn: oh and apparently u found ur phone so yay! :)

Harry: yea I just wasn't looking hard enough

I forgot that Harry lost his phone and that's why I have it. I guess I shouldn't have answered him but oh well. I keep my eyes on the road and consider telling Olivia and Iris where I'm going, but I decide not to. Harry starts to drive a bit downtown to a little restaurant and gets out of the car. I park near him and wait a couple of minutes before entering. The restaurant is sort of crowded, and I thought that was a bit weird considering it was early in the day. I find Harry pretty easily in the crowd. His hair is a dead give away.

Harry gets seated and It's my turn to be seated. "Table for one please," I tell the waitress.

"Make that two,"

Confused, I turn around to see a lad about my height and age with tan-ish skin, green eyes, and long, wavy blonde/brown hair. "Excuse me," I look at the lad while the waitress fetches the menus. " I don't know you."

"Course you do!" The lad exclaims in mock hurt. "I'm Michael. I'm in the same group as you for the singing competition."

"Oh," is all I can say.

"Right this way please," the waitress leads us to a table near Harry, what my luck eh? But I did come here to spy on him right? So if Harry suspects a thing, I can use Michael as an excuse.

"Did you follow me here?" I ask Michael as we sit down across the table from each other.

"Nah," He says nonchalantly and picks up his menu.

"Oh ok, then what are you doing here so early?" I pick up my menu also and sneak a peek in Harry's direction. He is looking around the room, to preoccupied to notice me and Michael.