Harry's POV

I woke up the next day smiling to myself. This week had been so amazing. Just spending time with her every morning was perfect, watching her perfect little mouth wobble as she pushes out words to me. I wanted to kiss her lips all week and eventually we did, and it felt so good. The way she always had my attention is unbelievable and all the tiny details within her made me adore her even more. The way she snorted when she laughed, and God, it made me feel so brilliant when I could make her laugh that much. I wanted to go on more dates, I wanted her to be my girlfriend. There was just one problem; and her name was Sophia.

Eloise's POV

I woke up and stretched out at 11am. Bloody hell I had slept a long time, but it was an exciting yet eventful night and it had never made me so happy. I texted Harry to say I was sorry that I missed breakfast, and turned on the TV. They were all just reality shows, so I switched to the news. The gossipy news that teenage girls would watch, purely because I knew the main news would depress me and I was in such a fucking great mood that I wasn't gonna let anything put me down. I wasn't really watching it at first, but then a particular name caught my attention.

"Rumours have been going round that Sophia & Harry have broken up. Has Harry got himself another bird though? Or has the famous: Harry Styles been caught unfaithfully or red-handed as they say. I hope not, because he seems pretty passionate about this one."

A picture flashed up on the screen. It was us. Harry and I. Harry and me. Interlocking lips and bodies. It was way, way, way too intimate to be shared with the public. If it was shared here, where else was it shared? And who the fuck is Sophia?I decided to check social websites. The picture had been posted over & over & over to his timeline, the band's timeline, the girl called Sophia's timeline. It all made me feel sick to my stomach. I thought everyone would hate me. But the majority of the tweets said this:

"HAHAHAHA, suck on that Sophia. You didn't deserve him anyway."

Well, I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me feel better. I rang Harry.

"Harry?" I said quickly, trying not to sound too panicked.
"Morning," I could hear his grin. "Last night was amazing."
"Er yeah.." I replied, realising he hadn't known. "You might want to check like, any news channel or social network you have."
"What? Why?" he asked more sternly.
"I wanted to ignore the paparazzi yesterday, but we were drunk, we didn't think it through and the picture of us...it's everywhere!" I raised my voice with nerves, but decided not to yell at him for having a girlfriend and not telling me, because that hurt me a lot, but this problem was bigger. For both of us.
"Shit," he said as he kept tapping on his phone. "shit." he repeated.
"How come the rest of your 'team' didn't tell you?"
"No one's here." he said with a monotone voice.
"Oh." I replied, shaking.
"Do you wanna come to my room so we can sort this out properly, rather than over the phone?" he sighed. And I replied yes. I looked over at Joe who was still asleep (how did he manage it?) and left him a note. Harry had said his room was 302, so I followed the signs and after a long maze, I arrived. I carefully knocked on the door and then heard footsteps ruffle over to open it.
"Hi." I said quietly, my eyes not meeting his.
"Hi," he greeted. "Come in." I nodded. I sat on his bed and bit at my nails. "Are you alright?"
"No," I shook my head, then looked up at his gorgeous green eyes. I had to force back a smile. "This can't happen to me, Harry. I'm just a normal girl. I can't be all over the news. That's not my thing," I was most worried about Jacob, he was going to hate me. In fact, I could feel him hating me. "I can't be the girl who breaks up the relationship I didn't know about." I raised an eyebrow at him for a minute.
"I'm so-"
"It doesn't matter," I cut him off. "That kiss didn't mean anything. We were drunk out are ass' and it was stupid." That pained me to say, because it meant a lot to me. It was the most meaningful and passionate kiss I'd ever shared, it was just had timing. I thought he'd felt the same way, until I realised he was just using me. Using me to make his girlfriend jealous.
"Okay." his jaw tightened.
"Tell your girlfriend I'm sorry." With that, I left, almost in tears. But why? Why was I so upset? I hardly knew him. We weren't a couple, we only kissed once. I just felt like he understood me more than anyone in the world, I thought we connected on levels I'd never even surface. But at that particular moment I had rage burning through my heart and skull.

Harry's POV

For fuck sake. I'd fucked everything up again. But I would never take back that kiss, I would never regret it. At least I thought I wouldn't, but then she told me it meant nothing to her. And that fucking killed me. It hurt me so much. And I didn't know why, I just needed her in my life. I liked her, I really, really did and it's weird how quickly you can like somebody. I'd never felt this way towards anyone before, she was just so perfect. I know I keep saying that but it was true, just everything about her made me smile. There was a rustling at the door and in popped Niall, Zayn, Liam, Louis and Paul.
"Band meeting," Paul said. "Now."
"How the fuck could you kiss her?" Zayn shouted at me. "After everything I told you." Shit. I hadn't even thought about that. I was a shitty person.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled back sympathetically. "I wasn't thinking about you when I kissed her, I wasn't thinking about anyone. Just her. She was the only one I needed to be there with me. Right there and then." I whispered. There was a slight pause.
"Harry, you have a girlfriend. Out of all the girls in California couldn't you have picked someone else to cheat on Sophia with!" Zayn shouted, his eyes began to well up and his face twisted into a deep red. Paul had to hold him back. That upset me. I didn't like being called a cheater and I would never have cheated on Sophia with anyone normally, but Eloise was so different. She was just, Eloise.
"She does something to me!" I defended.
"I'm gonna do something to your face in a minute!" Zayn lifted a fist and clenched it. Louis had to help Paul hold Zayn back because when he was pissed off, he was strong. "Do you wanna know why nobody opens up to you Harry?" I stared at him blankly while he relaxed his body. "Because you're a shitty friend." he mumbled. And I was. I looked around the room at everyone, who were shocked and speechless. I didn't know what to say. I just felt. All I could do was feel.
"Zayn, I'm sorry." I admitted. "but you have to realise that she's not the same person. She's not Hollie." Zayn looked at his feet. He was upset; but he knew I was right.

"What are we gonna do about this then?" Paul eventually said, as the tension eased in the room.
"Pfft. I don't know." I answered.
"We have three options," he offered. "1) You were too drunk to remember anything. 2) You remember kissing her but you were drunk so you thought she was Sophia. OR 3) You're a complete idiot who needs to sort out his emotions."
"Third one." All of us said in unison. It was kind of funny how accurate Paul could be.
"We all make mistakes, Ha-" Louis began.
"But it wasn't a mistake!" I snapped. "I feel something for this girl."
"Then break things off with Sophia." Liam added.
"But Eloise said the kiss meant nothing to her." I said in defeat.
"Dude, if you like Eloise you need to dump Sophia. Whether she likes you back or not. I know Sophia is a total spoilt bitch, but she doesn't deserve it." Niall explained. The boys sniggered.
"You're right." I nodded.

I went into the lobby to get privacy away from the lads, and in a separate room to get privacy away from the fans and paparazzi. I had to break up with Sophia. Soon. I felt bad that I had to do it over the phone, but there was no other way.

"Harry?" Sophia answered the phone, I could hear her sobbing.
"I'm sorry, Sophia. We need to break u-"
"No. Please don't do this, I love you. I don't care if you cheated on me. You were drunk, it's fine. Don't leave me baby. You love me too. We're perfect for each other; say it!" But I couldn't say it, because it just wasn't true anymore.
"Why do you even love me?" I demanded.
"What?" she said, startled.
"What do you love about me?"
"E-er. Your talent. Your hair. Your face, your eyes. Just everything baby. I love all of you." she sounded nervous.
"My money?" This is what people had been telling me about her the whole time. Why everybody hated her. I can't believe I didn't see it. I didn't even like her that much really. I just liked the way she laughed and had sex with me every time I bought her something nice. Gold digging slut.
"Of course not, hun." I just laughed a pathetic laugh.
"Don't talk to me."
"Wait. All this is your fault for cheating on me! Why am I getting dumped? Why should I feel bad? Why are you unloading all this stuff on to me just to boost your ego. You're a coward." Sophia was no longer upset, and she was screaming.
"Oh please. You feel nothing for me. You love the fame, the money and the celebrities more than me. You don't even care that I cheated on you because being with me is the easy way into a good life. I worked damn hard to get where I am today and all you had to do was flash a little smile at me and you were in with the millionaires.Well not anymore. You don't deserve this. You're a selfish, unjustified cow." I hung up. It felt so good to let all that out, although I hadn't realised how much I was bottling up.

I was a free man

And I needed to talk to Eloise.

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