Harry's POV

Work has been a drag today, I've hardly been able to concentrate on tasks that Mark has set me due to lack of sleep last night. I think I was up until around half two talking Liam about some of my problems; Stephanie obviously being the main one.
I have however managed to get Liam a gig where a few agents shall be attending. One of the agents is looking to find guys to form a boyband. I'm not sure if I can see Liam being in a boyband.

"Right Harry, I've got a meeting today so I'm out for the majority of the day. Anna has called in sick so I'm afraid it's just going to be you." Mark says as he walks in and collects a couple of records and stashes them in his bag. Great, working on my own.

"Okay, I'll see you later." I respond lazily as I can't be bothered to say or do anything.

"We have a few bookings but overall a quite day, so you can get some writing done if you can." He says as he pats me back and leaves the room. I sigh as I start to go through the bookings, a name stands out to me as I read 'Evie Matthews.'

"Oh I forgot, there's a bonus in the draw for you Harry." Mark says making me jump as he appears again.

"Oh, thank you." I smile to him and he nods as he leaves again. I look through the draws and finally find an envelope with my name written on. I slowly open it as I lack certain enthusiasm. Today really is not a good day for me, I wish I woke up feeling better.

I pull a cheque out of the envelope and my eyes widen as I read 'FOUR THOUSAND POUNDS-ONLY' attached to it is a note that reads:
'Your writing has introduced us to new agents, so Harry thank you. Call it an early Christmas present.- Mark'

What sort of boss gives someone a bonus of four thousand pounds,it's absolutely insane. I feel really dazed as if I'm dreaming this crazy moment. I had no idea my songs were being you used apart from the few Mark told me about. This feeling is very surreal.

I place the cheque back into the envelope and I place it my coat pocket. Well that certainly brightened up my day a little.

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Stephanie's POV

I haven't bothered with college today, when your heart isn't in it, then don't do it; so they say. Plus with hardly any sleep I wouldn't be able to focus or learn anything, the only thing that I can seem to remember is the lyrics from last night. The way he sang that song just hypnotised me. I don't think it helped with the amount of alcohol that was in my system, but the lyrics were personal. Very personal to us.
It's actually quite annoying that I can be so angry at Harry but as soon as I hear him singing from the heart, it seems to crumble that anger into little pieces. I hate the affect he has on me.

I have to stay realistic for my own sanity and heart. This is never going to be easy, obviously I love Harry and this isn't going to be like some people where they have a love/hate relationship. I hate Harry for what he did and how it made me feel, but I love him because he does make me nervous and keeps me on my toes. He's beautiful and I love every part of him, but I'm just too sensitive on how easily he went back to Naomi.

That's what plays on my mind the most, anyone but her. She's so bloody gorgeous I bet she has guys pining over her non stop and I can see why Harry was ever involved with her. They literally make the perfect couple, so much beauty shared between them is just unbelievable. Then there was me, stood next to them standing out like a sore thumb. I have nothing on Naomi, okay that's my own insecurities that will make me feel this way, but I can't help my confidence feeling so damaged. How did Harry ever find me beautiful? Surely he must have compared us? That's one of my major faults, I compare myself to people so much I drive myself bloody insane.

I try to think of what my friends have been saying to me about Harry, how he technically did nothing wrong. But that's not my point, it's what he did and how he did it. All those years I used to laugh at Ross and Rachel from friends with their 'We were on a break' dilemma. I can sort of relate to it now from a serious point of view, even though it's just TV programme.

I don't even know how Harry feels about this situation, so I've no idea where to really take us from here. I know I get too upset and angry so I never gave him a chance to speak, that's one of my bad traits. I moaned constantly at him for not talking to me about problems and then when he tries I cut him out. I really wish I could change that.

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Harry's POV

"Harry?" I turn around as a familiar face smiles at me as she holds the door open.

"Evie!" I smile as I stand up and greet her. "How have you been?" I ask as she closes the door.

"I've been good thanks, how are you?" She beams as she looks around the studio impressed.

"I've been okay thanks." I say, "Where's the band?" I ask.

"Oh, we couldn't all get together so we recorded our track on here," She says as she holds up the disk. "All I have to do is sing, Ryan recommended me to come here." She adds.

"That's awesome! I'm not surprised he recommended you. Did you want to do it now? We've got some local gigs if you can make it to London again!" I say pleased, I like Evie, she's a really nice down to earth girl.

"Oh Harry, that would be great. Thank you." Evie smiles.

"No problem." I reply and point to the booth, "Go on through" I add and Evie nods. I watch her as she confidentally walks in.

I start to play the track and I watch Evie as she gets ready to sing. She fixes her headphones on and looks down as she wants for her que.

As soon as she starts singing I lose focus and drift off into my own little world. I've not replied to Naomi, she's sent me many messages asking if we can talk but I just don't know what I'm supposed to say to her.

Part of me thinks that maybe I should just try with her because now Stephanie really isn't keen on us getting back together. I've wanted to text Steph to ask if there's any chance we can resolve this but I just keep backing out. I'm such a dick, I do care about Naomi as well as Steph. But I'd rather risk being with Naomi and fucking everything up than doing that to Steph.

No matter how I feel about Naomi, it will never compare to how I feel about Stephanie. That's the most annoying part. Fuck, I'm so torn I'm frustrating myself, why can't I just be with the one person that I really want to be with. Stephanie May does not realise she's the only girl that knows how to completely fuck my head up.

I take my phone out hoping Evie won't think I'm being rude, I write out the same text again to Steph but my phone vibrates and I suddenly feel sick. It's from Stephanie.

Notes

So sorry it's a short chapter, been a bit of a busy day!
But I promise tomorrow shall have a longer chapter!!
Hope you're all okay!

Shout Outs:
If you want a new story to read then check this story out Stay With Me there is only one chapter so far, but it is really good :)
And check out my two fave stories by my two fave authors:
Good Intentions this is really good so far, I'm already hooked!
Dreaming Of You this story often leaves me speechless for words!!

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