Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 33: Detruction of Property.

Chapter 33: Destruction of Property.

Harry's POV

"Harry look at us," Niall pauses to make me raise my head to meet their faces.

"If Taylor won't call, leave it be. Maybe she's just too... busy." Zayn tells me, slapping a hand on my back supportively.

"She's not supposed to be busy." I fight his words, making me worry more.

Taylor hasn't been calling, nor did she ever answer my calls. Is she in the hospital? Is she somewhere important? Did something happen to Tanya?

Instead, I used the time to text her for the first time in a month.

'Harry: Hey Tay, is everything okay? Haha that rhymed. I miss you babe, can't wait to kiss those red lips of yours ;)'

I hit send and immediately lock my phone, having the feeling that she won't reply any sooner.

I shove it into my pocket and look up to see my bandmates, or, rather, brothers.

"A little beer won't hurt?" Liam says, his eyebrows raised and lips formed into a smirk.

Before I knew it, we were in a club.

Darkness only lit up by dim lights, or, neon lights pointing everywhere around the area.

The smell of different types of alcohol meets my sense of smell, immediately squinting my nose in dislike, but soon adjusted to the scent.

"Some pint please." Niall politely uses his Brit terms, earning a little stare from the bartender but soon realized that he's facing an Irish.

"Pint." I chuckle at him as we wait for our drinks.

"What? Just because we're in America doesn't mean we can't use our British. Besides, I'm Niall Horan." He says in pride and I look at him oddly.

I shake my head and roam my eyes around the place, looking for the other lads.

It took some time to find them socializing with other people, although not women. I smile in seeing that they're loyal to their girlfriends.

"A... pint of beer." The bartender says hesitantly as serves our drinks on the table.

"Thanks." I take a sip from the alcohol whose taste I haven't met in awhile.

I continue drinking my beer after I got used to it.

"Hey, Niall." Two women greet my blonde friend simultaneously.

"Hey guys! I'm glad you came!" Niall hugs them both at once, the three of them giggling.

One of the ladies shift their gaze at me and winks flirtatiously, yet I quickly ignore it because I know that Taylor's waiting for me back in New York.

"Oh! I'd like to introduce you two precious women to my friend, Harry Styles." Niall introduces me after they separate.

"Hey, Harry, I'm Kim." She reaches out for my hand and I shake it. She's blonde, quite tall, but not as tall as Taylor. Eyes that are grey in color, but radiating despite its little dullness.

Harry, you've gotta stop comparing everyone to Taylor. Taylor's one of a kind in your life, stop it.

"And I'm Diane, join me?" This girl, the flirt. She has shiny brown hair even in the dark, her eyes are blue and mesmerizing. You can tell that she got herself tanned, perfectly tanned in fact.

She's smiling, the corners of her eyes crinkling because of her bright smile.

Her curves are perfect, like she was inhuman, robotically engineered.