I didn't come here to sleep, right? I force myself to keep my eyes open. It's harder than I thought. "You can sleep." Harry whispers. I look up to see his face. Has he been watcing me the whole time? He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls my head onto his chest. His sweet scent fills the air around him. I inhale silently, too afraid that he might notices. "What about Rose?" I ask. Do I really want to know? "I don't like her. I thought she was different." And with that I drift off.

I wake up in the middle of the night it takes me a second to figure out that I'm not at home. I feel Harry move under my head. It is way too hot in this room. My skin is sweaty and sticky. Ew! I quietly get up, pull up the blind and open one of the windows. Wierd flashes irritate my eyes. It took me awhile to realize that these where camera flashes. Harry pulls me out of my trace. Guiding me towards the bed. He then closes the window and the blind. I watch Harry, he had an angry look on his face. "I'm sorry." I mumble. "Ya. Sleep!" he commands. I close my eyes in fear. The bed moves as Harry gets in it. Keeping distance from me. I have never seen paparazzi around here, never saw a girl fangirling about Harry in this village. Maybe I never really paid attention.

The next morning I wake up. Harry is nowhere to be found. I get dressed and decide to walk home. It's a village, so it doesn't take me to long. As I get home, my parents have already left. I switch on the TV not paying attention. "Harry Styles - Has he taken it too far?" I hear the woman's voice. My head beams towards the screen. "We've spotted Harry going on dates with different girls in the last week." Pictures of him with about 5 different girls appear on the screen. "Last night. He picked up the next." A video of me walking towards Harrys Audi was playing in the background. "Later in Harrys house, both appear at the window." Various pictures of Harry and me pop up. I feel tears running down my cheeks. "Poor girls but that's what you get when you meet up with Player Styles." I turn the TV off. I'm so angry. How could I not check the Internet if Harry's going out with other girls. Maybe because I trusted him? I sigh. I don't want to see him again. Ever. This will be difficult since we live in this freaking village.

I stay at home the whole day. What am I suppose to do? I have no friends in Europe. My phone goes off every 10 minutes because people tell me they saw me on TV. As my phone buzzes for the hundreds of times I decide to at least read the messages. They are from Tanya, Allie, friends from backhome and one from Luke, asking me if I wanted to hang out before he leaves the UK. I texted that I'd love to. I try to pretend that I'm not disappointed that there is no text from Harry.

Notes

Harry is so bipolar! grrrr! and a bit of a man-whore! :P
We'll see what happens. ;))