Just Harry and I.
I didn't really know if I was ready to make up with Scar. Whether or not we arguing, she was still my best friend. I knew I wouldn't be pissed with her for much longer. I just needed her to help me get out of this with Niall. I did lie to him, but only because I'd actually started to like him for real and I really didn't want to mess that up. UGH. Scar was so much better at relationships than me, even though she'd had less experience.
I looked over at my chair and my outfit was slumped on the back of it. It was the one she had given me because she thought it suited me really well. Aw.
Scarlett texted me to inform me she was outside. My parents and brother were fast asleep so I crept down the stairs to let her in. She was shivering.
"Come in before you catch frostbite!" I sort of shout-whispered so I didn't wake my family up, pulling her in the house.
"Thanks." she whispered in return, shutting the door behind her.
We slowly made our way up the stairs and into my room. We both sat cross-legged on my bed. I had so much I wanted to talk to her about, but I felt uncomfortable as we'd fallen out. It was all my fault after all. I was mean to go to the funeral with her, to comfort her and support her, but it completely erased from my mind as it was my first date alone with Niall. I should have been there, looking after her. That's what she would have done for me. People always say 'Chicks before Dicks' or whatever, but I'd let her down. She would always be there for me, why couldn't I have been?
"I'm so sorry, Scar. I've been such a twat." I crumbled.
"No you haven't. It was my fault." she answered, her head bobbed.
"We both know that if it was my mums funeral, you'd be there, helping me through it." I answered honestly. She didn't say anything she just looked at me blankly. She knew I was right, but she didn't want to make me feel like I was a horrible person.
"We both know that if it was my mums funeral, you'd be there, helping me through it." Danielle had said. I really had no clue what to reply with, because I definitely would be there. Her mother was like another mother to me, so there would be no way I'd miss it. I'd probably be in as much bits as I had been with my mum. Still, my mum was the same to Danielle. So, there wasn't really an excuse as to why she wasn't there. I didn't want to start another argument though. After all, Dani was my best friend and the main reason I was there was to make up with her.
"So, you and Niall?" I changed the subject quickly.
"Yeah.." she trailed off.
"Serious feelings?" she nodded. "Aw!"
"Shush," she silenced me. "he hates my guts. There's no point anymore." she sighed. She seemed genuinely upset.
"I'm sure he doesn't." I rubbed her back, then pulled her into a hug.
"I've fucked up, yet again. Why am I so awful at relationships?" she gave a sincere laugh.
"Oh my god," I pulled out of the hug quickly in excitement. "You know what we should do?!"
"What?" she started to smile.
"We should go to America and surprise them!" I wasn't working at the restaurant anymore, since my mum died I decided to quit. I couldn't face working there every day. The only reason I wanted a job there was because my mother had always taken me to the restaurant every friday night for dinner and we'd had so many memories. So, I didn't have a job and I had all this money. Why not?
"I don't know, Scar..." she replied.
"C'mon, why not?" I asked.
"What about dance, Scar? Netball? Football?" fair point.
"I think they'll survive without us for a few days. Let's be spontaneous, it's exciting." I winked at her.
"Fine." she rolled her eyes but I could tell she was really happy.
"Great. That'll give you a chance to talk to Niall and a chance for me to talk to Harry."
"Sounds pretty good to be fair," she giggled. "When would we go?"
"Next week. It's gonna take me 7 days to pack." I laughed.
"Let's book flights!" she clapped her hands together, then suddenly stopped when she realised her family was snoozing.
"At quarter past 3 in the morning? I don't think so. Let's get some sleep." I whispered, grinning. I snuggled into one side of her bed, and she'd gotten all cosy in the other. I'm glad we were friends again. I couldn't wait to go to America, I'd never been on a plane before so it was gonna be a new, incredible experience! I fell asleep.
I don't really know why I was so upset. Scarlett just seemed like she didn't want to get back together. She hadn't wanted to talk about whether or not to label us. Did she not trust me anymore? Did she not like me as much? I think I was more bitter at myself for breaking up with her and dealing with it so badly. I took it all out on her. Shit, I was so bad with emotions.
It was 10pm in America which meant it was 4am in England. I couldn't ring her or text her, as much as I wanted to. I wanted to apologise but it would be selfish to wake her up. I did keep her waiting for 2 hours for a little skype call which only lasted about 10 minutes. I needed to hear her voice. I felt so guilty.
Besides the fact I was having relationship issues, I was freaking out about the gig that was the next evening. It was the biggest arena we'd ever sang in before and the crowd there were always known to be wild. They say if you haven't got brilliant body guards/security, don't show you faces. I liked to think our security was pretty good, but would 'pretty good' be enough? I decided not to dwell on it too much.
We were all sat in the room on twitter. I had a notification from Niall.
@NiallOfficial: @Harry_Styles, @Louis_Tomlinson, @zaynmalik, @Real_Liam_Payne You excited for our first concert in America this time lads?;)
@Harry_Styles: @NiallOfficial I'm literally sitting about a foot away from you.
@Real_Liam_Payne: @NiallOfficial Indeed I am.
@NiallOfficial: @Harry_Styles Stop being so grumpy over...nevermind;)
That tweet had the fans going 100% crazy. Like nothing I'd witnessed before. They all noticed the news headline about me and a girl before and apparently this was more evidence. They even started a new twitter trend: @Harry_Styles_Mystery_Girl
"Niall, oh my god." I shouted.
"Damn, girls gone crazy!!" he chuckled. Everyone was laughing with him. They hadn't realised how serious this was.
"I don't fucking understand why you're all laughing. If Scarlett finds out about this she'll hate me. She doesn't want anyone to know about us and we're finally together again I ca-"
"You are together then?" Niall interrupted. "'Cause I over heard your little conversation and it sounded like she didn't want to be with you.."
"You dick." I screamed, running over him to give a punch. What was up with him why was he acting like such an Irish prick? Niall was normally the nice one of the group. He was acting so bitter. Just as I was about to pound him right in the nose, Louis pulled me back.
"Not worth it, mate." he muttered, using a soft tone.
When Harry's fist was about two millimetres away from my face, I was scared. That was something lads never liked to admit but it was truly frightening. His nostrils were flaring and his breath was deep. His eyes had widened and his face had been spread with bright red. He was so offended. I wasn't normally the person to cause so much commotion but I was pissed. Danielle had hurt me and my pain had turned into anger. I felt bad for what I said, but it sort of made me feel better about myself. Knowing I wasn't the only one with girl issues. Well, better until Harry went to start a fight with me.
"Say you're fucking sorry!" Harry yelled, I could see the veins in his neck. He was trying to squirm out of Louis' grip and he was nearly succeeding as he was a lot stronger than him, but Zayn ran over to help hold him back. "Say it you cunt!" he repeated.
"I'm sorry, Harry." I answered. I didn't really mean it but it was worth not getting punched in the face.
"Good. Now delete that bloody tweet." he calmed down a bit now, knowing I was sorry. I nodded, got my phone out and deleted the tweet.
"No one will know who it is, mate. Niall would never go that far. You know that." Liam reassured Harry.
"I never thought Niall would say something like that, so you never know." Harry replied grumpily before Zayn and Lou released him from their grip and he sat on his bed, back on to his laptop. Paul Higgins walked in.
"What is going on in here?" he snapped. "and Harry, what's this about a mysterious girl?" Harry blanked him completely.
"Niall and Harry had a bit of a situation, Niall's apologised now so it's fine. As for Harry's 'mysterious girl' well, that's nothing. It's something the fan girls made up because of what was seen on the news a couple of weeks ago. He was just with a girl from college who he met up with once and the paps managed to get a photo. Jumping to conclusions I guess." Lou lied, to save Harry. We knew Harry didn't want fans or paps to find out, so we didn't know whether he wanted management to find out either. Harry didn't say anything. He just stared plainly at his MacBook. That was the lie we had went with about Scarlett, so it sounded realistic.
"Hmm," Paul didn't sound convinced. "well, tomorrow's a big one lads. You nervous?" he changed the subject.
"Yeah, definitely," Liam answered. "worth the nerves though, I bet the atmosphere's gonna be brill."
"I'm a little anxious about security." I added.
"Me too." Harry agreed.
"Security will be fine, we've actually hired some extra for added safety." he winked. "Be asleep for 12 though, guys. I don't want to give you an assigned bed time but there's a lot of stuff we need to get through tomorrow, so I need you guys to be up and awake by 8ish." with that, he left.
"Rehearse?" Zayn offered. We agreed and sang 'Little Things' over and over.