Love Me [Harry Styles]

22.

"Baby please don't go, if I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?"

Dani's POV

I finally finished sending my group email to the companies who wanted the boy's next tour to be sponsored by them. Closing my laptop, I placed it onto the floor next to me and fell back onto the bed. Yes, I hadn't left my bed since that night. The day after I told Monique I wouldn't be coming in, she came to visit me to make sure everything was okay. I showed her how disgusting my feet were because of the "tight sneakers" I wore when I went running, or so she thought. Once she saw the awful condition my feet were in, she gave me the rest of the week off and strictly prohibited me from seeing the boys, in case they'd encourage me to go out and put pressure on my feet.

Everyday, I texted them in a group message, letting them know what their schedule for the day was, ignoring Harry's indiviudal messages and calls. When I said I was done, I meant it. He probably still doesn't know why I'm angry, or why I was angry. He's probably already found someone else to fuck without the world knowing. To him, I was just someone to have fun with, but to me, Harry was the one person I thought was different. I never really knew his intentions, I never got to figure him out, but all I wanted was just a little bit more love and compassion from him. That I wouldn't be a secret anymore, that maybe we'd even able to go out and hang in public as friends. But unfortunately, I was proved wrong.

More pictures surfaced the net of Harry and Gigi as I suppose, they continued to see each other.

To keep my mind off things, I FaceTimed with Lauren for the majority of the day. I missed her company already, but her updating me on everything that's going on back home helps me stay in the loop - somewhat. I told her every single detail about what happened between Harry and I, obviously keeping the erotic specifics to myself.

"Laur, I have to go to with everyone tomorrow cause the boys are gonna perform at some stage that Monique doesn't even know the name of and I don't know what to wear," I groaned as I looked back at my phone screen to see Lauren smirking at me.

"Wear something short and sexy. Classy, but short too. Make Harry jealous, rub up on Niall or something, ya know?"

"Short like what?" I asked, ignoring the comment she made about Niall.

"Hmm, how about that black blazer!"

"This one?" I asked, bringing it up to my phone after searching through the hotel cabinets for a good minute or two.

"Yes! Wear that lace bustier top you have under it, so you can flaunt your jubblies a little," she winked.

"Jubblies?" I asked as I burst out laughing.

"Yes! Oh and that pencil skirt that rides a little too short, with some black pumps and you're set!" she chirped through the phone.

I frowned, knowing I couldn't comply with her final suggestion.

"Laur my feet are still really bad, I've barely worn shoes all week, do you think flats will work?"

"Oh yeah, definitley girl don't even stress about that. Just make sure you stand up straight," she giggled.

Laughing with her, I nodded in agreement, "Okay thanks Laur, I'm gonna get some rest before tomorrow, love you,"

"Love you too D, text me. Oh! And give him hell," she said before blowing a kiss. I blew one back and clicked disconnect, going to my clock settings and turning on my alarms. Tomorrow should be interesting.

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Walking downstairs to meet Monique in the lobby, she gracefully put her arms around me, embracing me in a much needed hug. Her arms were light around my body, almost as if she was afraid to put any pressure on me. The flats already began to make me anxious, squeezing my toes in place, I pracitically felt my flesh being ripped apart.

"Hi sweetie, we missed seeing your beautiful face. You look well rested though, just a little slow at walking," she teased as she looked down at my feet and back up at me sympathetically.

"I missed you especially Monique, it's nice to be back to work, even with these killers throbbing every second, I have some Advil in my purse in case," I reassured.

"Okay, well, let's get going, shall we? The boys are already rehearsing so we'll meet them there."

"Gotcha,"

We got in the SUV and talked about her plans for her baby. It hit me that in a few months we would welcome a beautiful baby into this insane world, one that I hoped to be a part of.

Once we arrived at the venue, I greeted everyone with a soft voice as I heard some 'welcome back's and 'we missed you's.

Grabbing my checklist, I began to mark off who was here at the set and who was taking care of production once I heard Zayn's voice from behind me.

"Dani! Is that you! I missed youuu," he said before wrapping his arms around my torso, giving me a tight squeeze.

"Hiiiii," I giggled back at him.

"How've things been going on around here?" I asked walking through the corridors with him slowly. Once he realized my pace wasn't as steady as his, he slowed down as well.

"Ya know, decent," he said trying to fold the shirt that he was holding in midair. It had just dawned on me that he was shirtless.

"Here, I got you," I snickered before grabbing the shirt from his hands and folding it with no problem, handing it back to him seconds later.

"Aaaand that's why I missed you," he smiled cheekily.

"Oh, cause I'm your maid and all right?"

"Duh, D, why else," he said nudging me.

We laughed together until I finally looked ahead and felt my breath hitch. I instinctively looked to Zayn, as if to get him to say something casual or not as awkward as this was going to be. Finally deciding to give in to what I tried to stay away from this past week, I peered up to meet the gaze of a familiar pair of sparkling emerald eyes staring back at me.

Author's Note
Is anyone else going back to school tomorrow? - D xx