As Blind As Styles

Chapter Five

Harry's COCK

"Harry I love you too, but I can't tell you the things I need to over the phone, so I will meet you at Starbucks in five minutes."she said bitterly, yet her bitterness didn't phase me.

At least we were talking again.

I pulled out my hairbrush and dragged it through my hair roughly, wanting no knots.

Rushing, I threw my hairbrush onto the sofa and pulled on my, very girly, Uggs.

I grabbed my phone and keys from the side, before closing the door and leaving.

I walked through the hall, undisturbed, and waved my hand about for a taxi.

NIALLS POV

"Where has he gone?" I sighed as I watched Harry throw himself up and out of the door quickly.

"I have no idea mate, but he knows what he is doing. Leave him to it." Zayn told me.

HARRYS POV

I hopped in to the first one and told him my wished destination.

"Starbucks please," I said. "thanks."

"No problem mate, do you want the radio on?" he asked politely, maybe he didn't know who I was. Thank goodness.

"Um, yes please." I said indecisively.

"But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds!" the whispy voice sung sweetly. There was no doubt that Zayn had one of the best voices in One direction.

The song was quickly cut off after that line by Lisa Snowdon on capitol.

"That is One Direction's new song, Story of my life, now hitting number One!" she said excitedly, yet she was not even a tiny bit excited in comparison to me.

"Did you hear that?" I said loudly, forgetting I was the only one in the car.

"Hear what?" the taxi driver asked.

"Oh, nothing important." I said quietly.

"No, you can tell me mate!" he said Cheerfully.

"My song, it's number one." I said simply.

"You are in that band, an erection?" he asked.

I stifled laugh, yet I was slightly offended.

"It's... it's one direction" I said, faking a smile.

"Right... anyway, congratulations on your big thing, and we are here."

"Thanks," I said as I paid him and got out.

I took in a deep breath and started walking towards the cafe.

My legs took me to the door and I stood looking in, for the supposed 'love of my life'.

I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to see my future wife, staring at me with blood-shot eyes and messy hair.

"Are you, are you alright?" I asked her curiously.

"Do I look alright?" she snapped.

I hated seeing her angry.

"Can you move please?" a group of distressed teenagers asked us impatiently.

"Yeah, sorry." I said quietly, looking past them.

"Are you Harry Styles?" The blonde girl at the front asked.

"Um, yes." I said forcing a smile that would hopefully please the fans.