(MOMENTARILY ON HOLD) The Other Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter Five

Heyyy guys, here's Chapter Five, hope you enjoy!!

Oh and if you thought London was going to go to Harry's room in the night... sorry to disappoint, but they aren't that close yet! This is a shortish chapter, more like a filler... but go on, keep reading, and soon we'll reach that point where London and Harry become very close :) BTW, sorry for not doing Harry's POV in the last chapter! I will in this one, enjoy!

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Chapter Five

LONDON'S POV

I wake up early in the morning, watching the sun start to creep up over the horizon. I hurry to the bathroom for a quick shower and get changed into fresh clothes, creeping out of the room into the lift. When I'm on the ground floor I walk out with my sunglasses perched on my nose, gazing downwards. As I predicted, there's plenty of paparazzi just waiting for the boys to come out.

"Miss! Aren't you one of the girls who went into the hotel with One Direction yesterday? Tell me, how did this happen?"

"My best friend's father owns the company that is organising this Australian tour with One Direction's own management," I say calmly, shoving my way past them. Ducking past the last few cameras, I start speedwalking to nowhere in particular.

The city's beautiful in the morning. It's empty, mostly. People are still asleep, or can't be bothered to come out. I'm pretty sure the boys' hotel is in Circular Quay; as I start to walk slower, I know it is. The water laps gently against the harbour, glinting orange-gold with speckles of silver and blue. I sit on one of the huge stairs leading down to the water and just breathe.

As I thought, Chloe didn't go to sleep straightaway last night. On the contrary, she began 'bitching about me to my face', as Harry had so kindly put it. Stuff about how I was a bitch who wanted to steal her friends.

What happened to me being her friend?

When Chloe had finally fallen asleep, I had sat on the carpet for hours, crying. Not noisy tears, in case I should wake anybody. Silent tears. Tears of not just sadness but of thought. I was beginning to wonder if I really was as horrible as Chloe painted me.

Maybe I am, and maybe Harry was just fooled by first impressions.

Like a twisted Pride and Prejudice story, I think dryly, except backwards. Eliza thought Mr Darcy was a jerk but realised in the end that he was the right guy and they ended up together. Harry thinks I'm some great girl but he'll soon realise what a demented klutz I am and he'll go back to avoiding me.

I sigh and look out towards the harbour. Suddenly a shadow blocks the sunlight and I look up. A girl with fuzzy blonde hair, oversized sunnies, and a hoodie is sitting down beside me. She's dressed in a very tomboy-style, and I can't exactly call her pretty. Something about her feels... manly.

I can't say that to her face, of course, but I have to say something. "Excuse me, do I know you?"

"Aw, London, I feel betrayed," says Harry's gravelly voice. I blink in surprise and slide away from him. He chuckles. "Well, I had to do something to get out of there unnoticed."

"But... but..."

"So I dressed up as a girl and went out the back exit," he continues, ignoring my loss of words.

"But why a girl? You look ridiculous, no offence intended."

"None taken. Well, last time I simply tried covering up my face but that didn't go too well. Desperate times call for desperate measures."