How I met Him: A One Direction (Fanfiction)

29: Just 1 week to go and we'll find love

Harry's POV

The air covered my thoughts. It was midnight and I decided to go to fresh myself on the outside veranda provided by our hotel room. And realizing that the girl I love, left. I really don't know what happend. I know I had to stop loving her for the risk of my bestfriend, my best mate. But I cant. She was the only one who could make me feel like everything. I dont know how she does it but all I can say is... I want to be with her, hug her, cuddle her and even taste her soft lips and to have her as my girl. My girl. I took my Iphone from my pocket and shuffled it. Honestly the only thing I did to my phone is to look at her beautiful pictures that I took. Everything from stolen shots, from her facebook, from her twitter. I was like a stalker. Everytime I pick my phone out the only thing I do is to shuffle her pictures even from the very first time we met. I kept it to myself cause I wasnt sure about her at first but as time pass by.... It was a crush that turned in to love.

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Ian's POV

"Sh*t where is it?!" I struggle finding it through all the parts of my bag and luggages. I threw all the stuffs out piling it up in a shack it was like a big hay stack while the sun pointed to my room lighting it up much more that made my eyes sink. I got up closing the curtains and went back, stumbling down at my snickers, making me fall to the floor. I frown and cover my face with my hands, feeling that I had lost the most precious thing to me. Tears filled up my eyes as I started to give up finding. But I wasnt giving up.

"Ian!" A voice startles me. I quikly wipe the tears, looking last at the mirror to check if there were signs of crying luckily my eyes wasnt that puff up. I slowly made my way down the stairs, and still that thing bugs me of. Where could it be? I know I had it. I know I kept it in the same place that no one would ever see but only me. That....

"Thinking to much would make you hungry," A soft girly voice breaks my thoughts. And there she is Gemma, leaning against the wall with a delightful smile crossing her lips. "Who? Me?,"

"Maybe," she says.

I gave her a back with a smile, "Well that makes sense cause I am hungry now,"

"Thought you never did, so are you finish packing up?," she interjects her hands to my arms, taking me where Bryan was. I gave her a pleading nod on her question. I still cant believe that Im face to face with Gemma Styles which is... yeah I know. Ive been loving New york, for staying here in just a week I still wanted to stay more. The wedding was planned on the last week of the month which is next week and as my brother and my sister in law wanted to be married in a place called London where my mom and my sister was and the rest. Yes, and that means we are leaving tomorrow and that means that Harry and Zayn might be there at the wedding and as well as the others. I still dont know what to say to Zayn, breaking his heart wasnt enough to say sorry but thats all I could offer. And to Harry? How could I ignore him or how could I not look at him. I cant fall for him cause its clearly stated that he doesnt like me and he has a girlfriend now, the girl I saw that last time right? And heck does Harry even care if I lost that thing. But I care...

"Ouch!" I retorded, feeling a crunch pass on my face. Bryan laughs as he does his skills I made him a face, rolling my eyes "What was that for!"

"Thats for being like a dry watermellon. Ive been talking here for the last 15 minutes and all you did was this," he starts, making some epic face that was clearly like a dry watermelon. He was right at that part. I spit my tongue out making Gemma laugh at our silly doings. "So what is it sponge bob?"

"For the 50th time. How would you like this?," He says, pointing his eyes at the box his holding while smirking. I gasped as I saw it. Fudge that new Iphone 5 his holding after all Ive been using my old phone for 3 years. Hey! I loved this phone but its time for a change! I took a grab on it but unluckily Bryan jacks his hands up. I frowned fakingly, doing some puppy eyes. He points his index fingers on his cheeks. For the love of! "Give your big brother a kiss!"