You Say You Love Me

Chapter 4: Don't Judge a Book by its Cover

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************CHAPTER 4**********

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Harry’s P.O.V

“A model, I mean how else would you know Miranda?” She said with a lot of confidence.

I was taken back, a model? Well it was nice to know I at least looked like one.

“No,” I said and her face dropped.

“I’m part of a band called One Direction,” I said, knowing she would probably recognize the name instantly.

“One direction? Oh… Well… Um I have to go,” She stammered.

And there she was, running off again.

Delisa’s POV

One Direction, how could I have been more stupid? Of course I should have recognized the Harry Styles, their pictures everywhere, including my “ex-best friends” wall.

I had never really paid much attention to them, as I knew if I went obsessive it would mean I would really want to meet them, and there would obviously be no chance of meeting them. But look how that turned out…

I ran out of the building and went to a little grass area and sat down, with my hands on my face.

Great, everything here would remind me of them. The clothes, the hotels, the people and of course, the music. I wish I could just escape and go to another world. I started crying for the first time I was here.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand going around my shoulder s and pulling my head to their toned chest. I looked up, startled.  And if it wasn’t Harry Styles himself.

Harry Styles’ POV

I ran out, following her. Cody did tell me to look after her. Well, he told me to take her back home... But still.

That was when I saw her. She was sitting on the grass area, with her head in her hands, her petite shoulders shaking.

I ran towards her and sat down as if I was trying to protect her.

She looked up, her beautiful eyes watering.

“What are you doing?” She questioned innocently.

“You looked like you need a friend,” I smirked.

“But I barely know you, Harry,” she mumbled.

“Well, a new friend then,” I said while winking.

She stayed silent.

“Want to talk about it?” I asked.

“Do you ever believe in new beginnings?” She hesitantly asked after a minute of silence.

“Yeah...” I said slowly.

“I want to forget, but all I’m getting are useless memories and regrets,”