All I Ever Wanted

“What do you think, Leah?” Harry asked and all three of the boys and the real estate agent looked to me.

“It’s gorgeous. I mean it’s right on the beach, it’s huge, and it’s got all the latest gadgets. So I obviously like it! It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen! What do you think though? You’re the one who has to fork out the money, and spend your time here, you know.” I looked around the living room once more.

The high ceilings made the room feel even bigger than it was. Windows that spanned from the floor to the ceiling made it feel like the sand and the ocean were actually a part of the living room. The place was gorgeous, and had enough bed rooms to house a small army.

“It’s big enough to house my family and friends when we visit, and it’s got a spectacular view. I really like it. Thank you for showing us the place, Mr. Felds. I’ll have my dad give you a call about the three of us meeting and making an offer on the place.” Harry shook the real estate agent’s hand and we exited the house.

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“Spencer and his emails!” I mumbled as we rode in the car, heading back to my hotel.

“What does he want, now?” Zayn asked.

I’d told them earlier how I had missed my recording session and that Spencer flipped his shit when he found out where I was. They found it was hilarious that Spencer thought that they were trouble.

“Talking about me needing to make touring decisions, confirming events to promote the new album, and even setting up an informational session with management to discuss my love life and to teach me how to have friendships and relationships with other celebrities. Thanks guys. That one was because of you.” I giggled and Niall shot me a look.

“Hey I’m not the one who wants to hang out and share my food with you. It’s these two boys’ fault!” Niall grinned and punched some buttons on the radio. He was joking, but I think it really does bother him when I take his food.

Get over it.

“So you’re going on tour? When?” Harry looked at me, then out the window, waiting on my response.

“Oh, I don’t even know the dates. Spencer thinks I need to just be an opening act, but Amtrex actually wants me to headline. It’s all scary so I’ve avoided it. I mean, a tour? I don’t know if I’m ready for that pressure.” I admitted.

“It’s actually a lot of fun. We goof off the whole time, though. And the fans love it.” Niall smiled, thinking about tour memories.

“Too bad we’ve already booked a band for our opening act.” Zayn frowned. “You would have been epic.”

“Touring with One Direction would be hilarious, and so much fun. I can’t even imagine the pranks you all would pull and all the late night food stops Niall and I would make.” I giggled.

And all the dirty things I would do to Harry.... What? Who said that?!

The car stopped. “Well, this is me!” I grabbed my bag, climbed out of the car, and turned to say goodbye to the boys.

“So we’re all going out tonight. Pick you up at 9! Byeeeee.” Harry rolled up the window, not even giving me a chance to say no.

Great. Now I have to make an effort and actually do something with the way I look.

I trudged up to my room and rang Emma.

“Hi hi!” Emma cheered into the phone.

“]What are you doing?” I asked, falling backwards onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m sitting at my computer, trying to choose between homework and Tumblr. When are you visiting? Everyone’s been asking about you.”

“Soon, I hope. I have to go on tour sometime within the next few months.” I sighed.

“I barely get to see you as it is. Guess I’ll just have to come along. So tell me about your life. Where’s Ryan? Are you dating yet!?” Emma asked.

I hadn’t talked to her since before Ryan stood me up. I filled her in on Ryan and told her how I’d bumped into Harry, and then had a slumber party, and gone house shopping with the boys. “I hate your guts right now. And Ryan’s a douche. F him. Harry's hotter.”

“Em, I need advice.” I rolled over onto my belly. “Being mad at Harry for mentioning me in that interview a few months ago was so stupid. I mean he was only being nice. Now that I’ve spent a little time with him, I want to keep spending time with him. I need to make sure what I’m feeling is real, but he leaves for London in a few days, and then they go on tour soon. I know nothing would probably ever work out because of our busy schedules, but that doesn’t change the fact that I care about him. What do I do?”

“You are in a pickle.”

“Thanks, I wasn’t aware.” I scoffed.

“Figure out your feelings for him. Then see how he acts these next few days. If he acts into you, you should just flat out tell him.”

Woah. Tell him my feelings? No.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. So tell me about Aaron.” I wanted to change the subject.

“Well I told him how I was only in LA every now and again to visit you and we agreed to see each other whenever I was in town, but not to try to have anything serious because we’re miles away. He texts me like crazy though, and has even called every other day just to talk.” N

othing too serious because they’re miles away from one another. Just like Harry and I. Except multiply that by a trillion. Ugh. It will never work.

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Buzzzz. Buzzzzz.

I grabbed my phone and typed in the unlock code.

We’ll be there in 10 minutes. Zayn had to try 5 different times to get his hair perfect. xx –Harry

Lies. Harry changed 7 different times to be sure he looked good enough for you. –Zayn

I laughed and looked in the mirror. I was wearing black leather shorts and a studded white top. I had on simple black heels and my hair fell down my back in waves. I sat down at the desk in the hotel room to check Twitter. Apparently a picture of me and the boys house hunting went viral so now there was hate on Twitter about me having a love square with the three of them.

Only in my dreams.

I never realized how quick fans were to assume. I was one of them though and I’d be equally pissed if this had happened to someone else and I was back at home by my computer. I couldn’t blame them.

Knock knock.

I jumped up, startled. The boys had never come up to my room before. I didn’t even think they knew my room number. I didn’t even think to check the peephole, I just swung the door open.

“Ryan?!”

“Wow, you look great!” He smiled.

“Excuse me, but I have somewhere to be with a few guys who would never stand me up.” I grabbed my purse and pushed past him into the hallway. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him.

“Leah, I had a contract offer. Pro Sports Inc. wants to sponsor me. My dream of being a pro surfer might actually be coming true.” Ryan’s eyes were wide with excitement.

“And I’m a rising pop star with a number one album, and who also has a tour coming up. Good luck with your life.”

That was sassy and uncalled for, but I wanted him to know that he had screwed up, royally.

“Oh and here’s a tip: Don’t stand girls up on the first date!” I tried to jerk my wrist out of Ryan’s hand, but he gripped me tighter.

“Please, give me another chance! I was meeting with the sponsors. It was a last minute deal. I’m sorry! Tell me what I can do to make it up to you!” He pleaded.

“You can leave me alone. How about that?” Ryan looked a little hurt at that comment, but I had been hurt the night before. He deserved to know what it felt like. He let go of my wrist and I turned and headed for the lobby to meet Harry, Zayn, and Niall.

“I really am sorry. I thought you’d be happy for me!” Ryan begged as the elevator doors closed and I left him standing in the hotel hallway.

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“Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, EVERYBODY!” Zayn sang as he passed out the cups.

“Here’s to my new house in LA, and to new friends!” Harry winked at me and then threw his head back, swallowing the brown liquid, letting it burn his throat. I did the same.

Harry had spoken with his dad and the real estate agent briefly before picking me up. The agent said that the house was practically Harry’s. Harry would go sign a few papers tomorrow and the deal would be done. I think I was more excited than he was.

We all hopped up on bar stools and I leaned back against the bar, checking out the club. People were everywhere. Harry sat in the stool closest to me.

“It’s crazier in London. You’d love it.” He said, taking a swig of a beer he’d ordered.

“I’m sure I would. I’ve always wanted to visit there.” I kept my eyes out on the crowd. I was focusing on figuring out my feelings. His big, green orbs swallowed me every time I looked into them, and I needed to focus, so I avoided them.

“Well now you have three friends there so you must visit.” I saw Harry grin at me from the corner of my eye and a smile played out on my face, too.

“Is that an invitation?” I smirked, taking my chances and looking deep into his eyes.

“Absolutely!” His eyes burned with desire, and I realized in that second that the feelings that I was developing were no joke. I wanted to soak every detail of Harry Styles up, and to never forget the depth of his dimples, or the angle of his jaw.

“Let’s go dance!” Zayn grabbed both mine and Harry’s hands, leading us out to the dance floor.

Niall stayed behind to order more beers. Zayn did a few solo moves, avoiding dancing with any girls since he was with Perrie. Harry and I followed his lead, but I wanted to be pressed against Harry so bad, my body ached. A red head stepped in front of Zayn and began to grind on him. He looked shocked, seeing as the girl came out of nowhere. He flashed me a ‘help me’ look and I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me. The red head glared at me as I danced with Zayn. She walked off and Zayn stepped back.

“Thank you!” he tried to yell over the blaring music.

I gave him a thumbs up and looked over to where Harry was.

Ew.

He was standing there, letting a brunette grind and thrust all over him. He looked like he was enjoying it, too.

Did I just throw up in my mouth? Yep, definitely puke. How could he? Are all guys seriously douche bags?

I left the dance floor, panicking, and headed to the bar. I quickly found Niall and took a seat next to him.

“Shot of whiskey, please.” I rested my head in my hands as I waited for my alcohol.

Whatever would help me get over this Harry bullshit.

“You okay?” Niall looked at me.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.”

Niall looked at me, unconvinced. He then turned to glance at the dance floor. His gaze hardened and he turned back to me.

“Don’t worry about Harry. He won’t do anything with any of these girls. He’s got his sights set on you. He won’t screw that up.”

“Really? I didn’t think that sexing up another girl on the dance floor was exactly a way to show someone you were interested.” I rolled my eyes.

“So you do have a thing for Harry then. Yes?”

“Niall, I really don’t even know myself.” I closed my eyes and took my shot. The liquor burned, but felt so good at the same time.

Wait, did Niall just say that Harry had his sights set on me? Niall, you got some explaining to do!

“Wait, has he said anything?” I asked.

“Has who said anything about what?” Harry asked, taking the bar stool beside me.

“Um, have you said anything else about the house?” I stuttered.

“Leah, I told you everything about the house in the cab earlier. Are you drunk?” Harry giggled as he motioned to the three empty shot glasses in front of me.

“No, no. Just slipped my mind that’s all! I’m going to run to the restroom! Be back in a few!” Flustered, I jumped up off the bar stool and headed for the restroom.

I have to clear my head.

Once inside the bathroom, I ran my fingers through my hair, and took a few deep breaths. It was hard to collect my thoughts with so much liquor in my system. I finally calmed myself down enough to head back out to the bar. I decided that I was going to enjoy my night with the boys and Harry and I would end up however we were supposed to end up. “I’m back!” I sang as I hopped up onto a bar stool.

“Good, we were worried about you for a minute, there!” Harry smiled and Niall made eye contact with me. “Okay, more shots for everyone?” Harry looked at the three of us. No one said no so Harry ordered another round. And then another. And pretty soon, my world went black.

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Sunlight shone through a crack in the window curtains. That little pesky ray of light hit me directly in the face, eventually stirring me from my sleep.

Where am I?

I looked up and quickly realized that I was in Zayn’s room in their hotel.

Where’s Harry? Why am I not with him? What even happened last night? Ugh.

The pounding in my head was terrible. I sat up and saw a glass of water and some advil on the bedside table. Zayn was seriously the sweetest person ever. I swallowed the medicine and climbed out of bed. I walked out into the living area. I sat on the couch and flipped on the tv.

I wonder where the boys are. I should probably make sure they’re alive.

Harry’s bedroom door squeaked open and out tip-toed the same brunette slut who’d danced with Harry last night. She was in his t-shirt and the skirt she must’ve been wearing last night.

What the?!

She smiled at me. “Oh so you slept over too? Wanna make this walk of shame together?” She reached out for my hand like we were best friends.

“Um, I’m not making any walk of shame. I’m actually friends with the boys.” I remarked.

WHORE.

“Yeah, especially Zayn. Good luck with him!” She laughed and made her way out the door.

What was that supposed to mean? I had to find out what happened last night.

I got up and went to Niall’s closed bedroom door and knocked. I wanted to avoid Harry and Zayn wasn’t anywhere to be found, so Niall was who I was going to interrogate.

Please don’t be with a girl.

Zayn opened the door.

“Oh, hey?” I said, confused. But I saw Niall in the bed, passed out.

“I didn’t want you to sleep on the floor and I was too lazy to pull out the couch bed. So I just gave you my bed, and I spooned with Niall.” Zayn squinted, clearly still half asleep.

“What happened last night?” I wanted to cry. Zayn motioned for me to come inside Niall’s room. I stepped in and he closed the door. We sat on the edge of Niall’s bed while he slept.

“We took several rounds of shots. All of us. Harry begged you to dance, but you kept saying something about how he should go find his brunette friend to dry hump. He got really mad once he realized what you were talking about. You two got into a big argument and the bar tender threatened to call the bouncer over. You told Harry to stop confusing you when it came to your relationship and he asked you 'What relationship?' He said you show no emotion when it comes to him and that at least the brunette acted like she was interested. That’s when you lost it and um...” He paused.

“Um what?” I impatiently urged.

“Um, you grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in and kissed me.” Zayn looked down.

Shit.

“I was drunk so I kissed you back. We’d all had too much alcohol. Harry found that brunette and they snogged the rest of the night. But he made sure you could always see it. He was being an ass, so I guess I just wanted to help you get back at him. I felt bad that you had to deal with him. But don’t worry, I’ve already spoken with Perrie and she’s fine with it all. I explained everything.”

“We didn’t –“ I cringed.

“Oh definitely not!” Zayn laughed. “No. I would never take advantage of you like that. No. No way. We only snogged once. I promise.”

Thank God. I had too much to deal with already. I really didn’t need that thrown into the mix.

“Well, I’m going to go. I’ve caused enough trouble here.” I laughed quietly, trying to hide my embarrassment. I had to get back to my hotel before the tears came.

I’m so stupid. I acted like a fool last night. They probably think I’m a legit psycho, especially Harry.

“Our flight is booked for tonight.” Niall mumbled and rolled over to face us. “You can’t go without saying goodbye.” He sat up in bed and held his arms out for a sleepy hug. I smiled and hugged him. Then I gave Zayn a quick hug and bolted out the door. I did not want to risk seeing Harry after hearing about our reckless night.

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