Trust Me (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 10

Bethany's POV

It had been 3 days since I had seen Harry. I'm pretty sure he had done everything in his power to avoid me. We had three meetings scheduled together, and each one had a different excuse as to why he couldn't show up. It wouldn't have made me feel as bad as I do if he hadn't pulled away so quick. His lips must have been on mine for milliseconds before he pulled away. He left awkwardly too. He just let go of me, and walked backwards towards the door while maintaining eye contact till his back slammed against the door. Then he turned swiftly on his heel and practically sprinted out the door.

Today was the day I was actually going to confront him about it. I was going to grow a pair, and talk to him. Mainly because I knew he couldn't avoid me, and also because I knew I wouldn't have the balls to actually call him and talk to him about what happened.

We had a set recording date, and well, today was the day. Simon some how managed to get us recording time because he used his big name in the recording industry. The boys had no trouble clearing their free time, as they said that had nothing else to do. I on the other hand did end up having to reschedule meetings for later in the day, making my work day much longer than I needed it to be.

The boys were suppose to figure out which parts they'd be singing through out the song on their own, letting me at least relax on that part. Everything else was kind of a mess. I had so much paper work to sign for them, hoping that I could publicize this as much as possible. I wanted to get the word out in order for the world to know about the song and be able to buy it.

They had an early recording time: 7:30 in the morning. I was thankful for this, though I think the boys thought otherwise. They were standing in the recording studio waiting to be let into the recording booth. Simon wasn't here yet, and you could tell the boys were in no mood to be awake at this time.

Niall was sitting at some table in the corner of the room, eating a bowl of cereal and scrowling through his phone. His hair was actually neatly combed upwards, but his attire gave him a different vibe. He had plaid pajama pants on with a grey t-shirt on his body. He must have driven in his slippers because his feet had furry moccasin type shoes on.

Louis was in sweats and t-shirt along with Liam. Both were sitting on the ground, talking mindlessly about something that seemed to have no relevance to anyone in the room. Occasionally one of them would laugh at what the other said, but it was mainly quiet in the room. Their voices were only loud enough to be qualified as whispers.

Zayn was the quietest, seeing as he was passed out on the couch. He took up the whole damn thing with his feet hanging off the end. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt though, so he looked the most ready for the day out of all of them, even though he was dead asleep.

Harry, well... Harry looked ungodly good if I'm being honest. I felt like anytime I'd try to look away from him, my eyes would some how wander back towards him. He was like the thing that everyone revolved around. I couldn't help but stare. He was in sweatpants, running shoes and a t-shirt, but his hair was a wild mess. His earphones were plugged into his phone and sat in each of his earlobes. He was sitting against a wall with his head resting backwards against the wall and his eyes shut losely.

Occasionally, if he'd open his eyes, they'd be stuck on me like glue. I wouldn't look away, knowing that if I couldn't even maintain eye contact with him, I'd never be able to talk to him about what happened. He'd give me a curious glance though, almost asking me why I was looking, but I'd shake my head and give him a small smile. His eyes would close, and his head would roll back again, and everything in the room would stop.

I looked down at what I was wearing. I felt so out of place. I knew I had business meetings after this, so dressing like this was reasonable, but they all looked so casual it felt awkward almost. My hair had been left down, but I blew it out and my make up was actually done relatively nice. I was wearing jeans and a nice blouse with a low cut in the front, so it was semi casual, but compared to what everyone else was wearing, I felt very out of place. I even had stilleto heels on, and here Niall was in his damn slippers.