Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23

       Hiiii x been awhile I know, but here's the next installment of the Harry and Charlie's adventures. Enjoy x

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        It had been four days since Harry had left, dropping me off at my flat with nothing but a light kiss to the forehead. I stood in my doorframe wondering if I had done something wrong and feeling empty, emptiness that not even my furry feline could fill as she rubbed against my bare legs. 

        "So, you haven't heard anything from him? Anything at all?" Tylor asked incredulously, breaking me of my thoughts. 

        "Pretty much. No phone call, not even a text." I respond, looking away slightly distressed over the whole situation. How could he simply go from his normal charming self to.... basically nothing really. Maybe I was in over my head with this whole possibly dating a hot as fuck celebrity?

I haven't thought much about it until today. I was at my flat laid out on the floor working on a drawing for my portfolio. Classes at the art university will be starting in a couple of weeks, and  some finished pieces are required to be evaluated. Tylor and I had both been ghosts to each other lately, so I gladly invited him in to hang when he knocked on my door. Otherwise, the past four days have been quite glum only feeling slight happiness when I got to go to my Aunt's farm to ride. The rest of my days filled with work, keeping myself occupied and getting paid to do so. 

"Did he say why he had to leave?" Tylor questioned, not dropping the subject like I had wished he would. But no, he continues to interrogate me while browsing some gossip blog on his laptop. 

"Not really... well yeah, some band promotional thing in New York."  

"I wouldn't worry too much about it Charlie, I mean he is in the world's biggest boyband. Probably just having a hard day at work!" Tylor tried to revive me with his usual optimism and matter-of-fact response. 

I just smiled slightly, a hint of sadness tugging at my lips. 

Maybe.

I continued drawing the portrait I had been working on. Hands messily powdered with charcoal dust. I was actually somewhat relieved that I hadn't heard from Harry believe it or not. Since he'd gone, I'd been followed by a few photographers and had even seen my photos flash up on some websites and weekly magazines. The whole thing was rather bizarre. Not having any communication with him made it seem like we weren't involved at all and the photographers didn't have a reason to be capturing me on film. Nonetheless every now and then I'll look out the window and see a strange car parked out with a camera peeking through the half-rolled down window. What wankers, I thought, mentally applauding myself for my fitting british lingo.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" 

I jumped, startled by Tylor's loud and random exclamation. I glanced over at his distressed self, piqued as he nearly caused me to screw up the drawing.

"That fucking tosser!" he continued, spewing swear words at his computer screen.

"What the hell has got you so riled?" I asked tentatively, while mindlessy shading a spot on the paper. 

"Quote: Harry Styles, heartthrob of the world's most successful boyband, One Direction, was spotted in NYC strolling in and out of clubs and holding hands with model and mini Kardashian- Kendall Jenner. Heatthrob has become a heartbreaker as London insiders reported his recent fling with a red-headed American uni student, Charlotte Dunham. She reportedly was seen with another man, her neighbor, as he had visited her apartment. What other scandalous secrets could the two be hiding? One just isn't enough for these young love-birds."