Day 200. A Harry Styles, One Direction Fanfic

Part 6. Pinky Promise

Day Thirty.

I have no idea what's going on with Grace. After that incident at Lamberts i haven't seen her again, i wasn't alowed to meet her at her house. And the manager thought that it'll bring nothing but bad news to the media.

Remembering what the media had to say about me bringing a bloody girl out a restaurant, we were forced to make statements in one of our interviews. The first was with Talk Talk and i remembered it well, because the video and the papers were kept shoved to my face.

Interviewer: So Harry we are all dying to know, what happened with you and the wounded girl?

Louis: I think that's bit personal, hey?

Harry: It's okay.. She's a good friend of mine. And there's a little accident... she tripped

Interviewer: Oh dear, is she okay now?

Harry: Yeah, she's fine thanks for asking 

I still text her every now and then, checking if she was okay. I still had no clue why she fainted in the first place, or why she always look sick beneath that smile. But what i know is that even through her sickness, she hid it all. She came to see me otherwise in that state.

"Have you heard from her?", Liam asked. We were sat for coffee, "No, she hasn't texted me back for like three days", i looked at my phone every five minutes.

"Probably she can't handle the fame of dating the winner of X Factor", Zayn joked. "Knock it off", i told him back. "Sorry mate, needless to say you have to see her. you NEED to meet her, you're in no state of mind to concentrate on this band when you should've", Zayn spoke frankly.

The other boys went mute, "I don't know", i hissed. "Then we'll have to look for her", Niall add in. "That's the only way to make our boy happyy", Louis added. "She doesn't look like she wanted to see me", i frowned. Niall put his hand on laps and stood up, he grabbed my hand and pulled me forcely, "that's it!"

"Hey!", i yanked my arm of him, clearly i was stronger because i fill my spare time going to the gym not like Niall who eats everything. But he's not chubby nor fat, he has a good metabolism then. "We are taking you to her house and you'll have to sort stuff out", he put his arms on his waist.

"I'm up for it", Liam volunteered, taking his jacket from the floor and putting it over his shoulders. "Come on Harry", Niall pulled my shirt. "Okay okay, let's go".

Good thing we have a day off today, they could've done anything else but my mates are supporting me to meet a girl that doesn't seem to have the same feelings towards me. We went off with our black range rover and headed towards her house. It was almost an hour away, and on the way the boys couldn't stop singing their heart out. 

At first it was Beyonce's song than it was a Maroon 5 song. "Someday, we'll hear our song on the radio", Niall said excitedly. "Soon, mate. Soon", i tapped his shoulders. It made me smile loads thinking that it would be happening in a few moths time. We're in writing progress and we'll record in a few weeks.

We arrived and her house was a medium sized house. It was in a good neighborhood and all. "You sure you don't want us to come with you?", Niall raised an eyebrow. My hands already holding the door, "If i don't come out in 10 minutes than pick me up later. Wish me luck", i dramatisized thinking i'm going to war. "May the odds be ever in your favor", Liam told me. I highfived them and went down the car.

I knocked a few times to find an old lady opening the door. She was in white knitted jumper and an old looking skirt, i'd say she's in her 70's. 

"Good morning young man, how can i help you?"