It was a week since I 'saved' drunken Harry and we had met almost every day. He had been watching movies with me a few times in my house and we had also met in a restaurant. He was so fun to be around and we had our own weird sense of humor.

Harry was coming over again and I was thinking what I could wear when my phone rang. "Hi Brianna!" I greeted my best friend as I picked my favourite underwear from the closet. "Someone sounds happy so I won't ask you how are you," she said and I laughed at her. "What's up?" I asked then. "I was just thinking our girl's night together...if you even remember it anymore that you promised to come out with me? It's a week since we last talked," she said. "Oh...I'm so sorry. I've been kinda busy," I said apologetically. "Doing what?" she said and I could imagine her smirking. "Just...things," I heard my doorbell rang. "Oh, actually I gotta go now so can we talk more maybe tomorrow?" I said as I tried to get dressed while holding my phone. "Hmmm...You know we've got some business to solve then. You ain't gonna get away from my questions easily. So we'll catch up tomorrow then!" she said with cheery voice and before I could say anything she hang up.

I got dressed quickly as my doorbell rang again. "I'm coming!" I yelled. I ran to my front door and picked some things from tables. I hadn't got time to clean up and my house was quite a mess. Like Harry would even care about that but I still threw my stuff to one of my closets. When I got ready I breathed out slowly once and then went to open the door. "Hi beautiful what took so long?" Harry grinned at me and I let him in. He kicked boots off his feet and went straight to my living room. I followed him to the sofa.

"What?" I asked when Harry was smirking at me. "You look like really nice today," he said. "Well thank you," I mumbled and smiled at him. I had a simple tank top with some band's logo and I wore tight black jeans. I didn't have much time to do my hair and it was a curly mess. I tried to brush my hair with my fingers and Harry noticed that. "Babe don't, I like your hair just like that," he smiled and came closer. He stroked my hair and then pulled me close to him. My lips met his and I kissed him deep. "Hmm, I wish you'd greet me always like that. Last time you just slapped me," he grinned. "Yeah, because I was mad at you. You didn't want to watch Mean Girls with me," I said and tried to look angry. He laughed and dragged me with him to lay in the sofa. "We can watch it today if you want," he said and I got up immediately. "Yaay!" I shouted and ran to my DVD shelf.

We talked during the movie about everything and it was almost over now. The last scene was going and I noticed Harry had been quiet for a while. I looked up at him and saw he was frowning. I tried to concentrate to the movie but I felt Harry was tensed. When the movie was finally over I reached to kiss Harry's cheek but he leaned his head backwards. "What's up babe?" I asked a bit worried. "What? Nothing I just..." he said and looked away. "Harry, honestly I can see there's something. You can tell me," I sighed. He seemed to think for a while before he opened his mouth. "I just...I've to talk about something with you," he finally sighed out. "Uhm...okay... Is that bad?" I asked a bit terrified. "I'm not sure," he said.

There was a silence and I was waiting for Harry to open his mouth. "I just... Our break ends soon," he started to say and I nodded him to continue. "Actually... Our American tour starts in Wednesday," he said then and looked away. "Uhm, what?" I said. Did he mean the next Wednesday? It was Sunday now. "You mean... in three days?" I asked and he nodded quietly. "And how long are you gonna stay?" I asked. "Uhm, about a month," he answered. "So you are telling me we aren't gonna see in a month and you're leaving in three days?" my voice rose high. "I'm sorry babe I should've told you. I just didn't want to ruin our time 'cause we had so much fun," he looked at the floor. "Yes, but that isn't the thing. You knew that all the time and I thought you were going to be here about two weeks more or something. And now you come here and tell me you are going to leave," I didn't even notice right away that I was yelling at him in this point. "But I just couldn't tell you that! I tried to but we had so much fun last week and it'd have ruined it!" he yelled back and I stood up.

"But that isn't a fucking excuse! Actually I knew it all the time that this would never work so you can just leave now. And don't try to ring me ever again," I yelled and pointed the door with my finger. I was so upset part of 'cause he didn't tell me but also because I couldn't see him in a month. I felt tears filling my eyes as I looked at him. His gaze was cold. "Fine!" he shouted and picked his stuff from the table. I was so angry to him that I couldn't think straight but somewhere deep in my head I knew I was going to regret this.

He walked to my front door and I noticed he had left his blue beanie to my living room table. I took it and ran to my lobby. He had got out of the door and was slamming it closed but I ran to him. "Forget something?" I said and threw the beanie to his face. It fell down to the floor and he picked it angrily. "I hope you die alone with twenty cats. No one can deal with your bitchy self," he snapped and started to run down the stairs. "Whatever! Twenty cats are still better than being with you," I screamed and I couldn't care less if my neighbours heard that. I hated him at the moment but I hated myself more 'cause I was always so short-tempered and sensitive.

I had sat in my bed for hours trying not to cry. I didn't know what to do. My phone was in front of me and I was thinking to call Harry and say I was sorry but part of me was too proud to do that. I tried to make myself believe that it was better if I'd never see Harry again 'cause he was running around the world at it'd tear me apart everytime he'd leave London. I couldn't hold the tears falling anymore and started to cry hard. I felt so stupid. I calmed down a bit and decided to call Brianna. "Hi babe! I thought you had plans tonight," she answered and I sniffled a few times. "Alison? Is everything okay?" she asked immediately. "No..." my voice broke and I started to cry hard again. "You're at home? I'll be there soon," she said and hang up.

I could hear the key turning in the lock and someone stepping in. I knew it was Brianna. We had our own keys for each other's houses just in case. "Alison," she called and I yelled that I was in the bedroom. She came in and dropped her bag to the floor. Then she came to hug me. "It's all my fault," I mumbled towards her shoulder as her brown hair was tickiling my face. "I shouldn't have yelled at him," I continued and she stroked my back. "Alison, I've got a suspicion who you're talking about but you have to tell me," she said slowly. I sighed out and started to tell her everything.

"That's not fair! He should've told you that earlier," Brianna said when I had finished. "But if I'm honest you shouldn't have react like that. You really should learn to solve things other ways than southing," she said with care. I gave her a warning face and we sat in silence then.

"You should ring him. Maybe not today but tomorrow when you both have calmed down. It's not nice to him if he have to leave London after a massive fight," Brianna sighed. "No. I decided not to contact him anymore," I said coldly and I could feel Brianna gazing me. "The girl's night sounds fun," I changed the subject and forced a smile for her. "Are you sure about that you won't ring him?" she still asked. "Yes I am. Honestly, we'd never work out and it's better if I won't see him ever again," I said and she nodded. We started to make plans about our girl's night and I started to feel a bit better. The world was full of men I could catch.

There were a lot of drunken people in the club and we were dancing on the floor with Brianna. "I'll get some drinks," I shouted to her ear but she was busy with some blond boy. I went to bar and saw some curly haired boy that had to be about same age as me walking towards the desk. I immediately thought about Harry but tried to shook him off my mind. The boy turned to meet my eyes and I could see his face wasn't bad at all. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I ordered my drink and leaned towards the counter while waiting it. "Hi, is this seat taken?" the same curly haired boy asked me and I shook my head smiling. This night was starting well. "Uhm, I'm Alison and you are...?" I smiled and started to pay my drink for the waitress but the boy handed some money for her. "I'm Carl," he said. "Well, thanks Carl," I smiled and took my drink. I started to walk back where Brianna were but the boy took my wrist. "Wait, you can't just leave when I paid your drink. Can we talk a bit?" he asked and I went to sit next to him.

"That's so predictable!" I laughed loudly when Carl had told some funny story. We had talked quite long already. I watched his face as the club lights just hit his eyes and I saw they were green just like Harry's. I looked away and felt tears filling my eyes. "Is everything okay?" he asked and I faked my smile for him. "Better than okay," I said and leaned my head towards him. My face was just inches away from his and I looked at his eyes questioningly. He seemed anxious and I kissed his lips deeply. This isn't even half what Harry's lips would feel, I noticed myself thinking but I tried to concentrate on the moment. "Is that bad if we get out of here?" he grinned after the kiss. I smiled wildly and started to walk towards the front door.

As soon as I felt I was awake I jumped off my bed the next morning. I looked around and saw strange shirt lying on my floor. "Oh I'm so sorry you woke up already," the boy came to my bedroom and picked his shirt from the floor. I pulled the blanket tighter around me and I glared him. "Uhm, think I'm gonna go. Thanks for last night," he grinned. I didn't say anything as he left my house. I felt dumb and went straight to shower. After it I ended up crying naked on my bathroom floor.

Harry's POV

I sat in my hotel room's sofa searching tv-channels for something to watch in Los Angeles. Nothing took my interest and I switched the tv off. I opened another bottle of wine and drank straight from the bottle. "Whatever," I laughed at myself. I heard someone knocking my door but I didn't do anything. I could hear the person walking away and after a moment someone was opening my door. "Harry! I know you're here," I heard Louis yelling and kicking his shoes off. Apparently he had picked keys to my room from the managers.

He came to sit next to me and took the wine away from me. "No! You can't do that," I said and tried to reach it from him. "You've drank enough," he said. "Now you must tell me what have happened. You aren't going to survive from the whole tour like that," he said and motioned my hotel room that was messy and full of empty bottles with his hand. I laughed a bit. It looked kind of funny. "This isn't like you at all. Something must have happened. I'm not going to give you another option but tell me what's going on," he continued. "It's nothing," I said and leaned my head back. I closed my eyes but Louis shook my hand. "This have to be caused by Alison? Am I right?" Louis said and I groaned. "Don't say her name. I don't wanna hear anything about her," I said and hit my head with my hand. "It can't be that bad. I know she's kinda easy to get angry... What happened?" Louis asked and I told him all about our fight.

"You've got to talk to her," Louis said after I had told. "But she said she doesn't want to speak to me ever again," I said desperately. Louis didn't understand and I felt like the room was spinning around me. "Do you want her back?" Louis asked. "Yes... No!.. I don't know," I lifted my voice. "You don't lose anything if you phone her. Now go to sleep," Louis said and stood up. I tried to stand but I felt light headed and fell back to the sofa. Louis sighed out loudly and helped me to bed. I fell asleep right away.

Notes

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