Starstruck: A One Direction Love Story (Harry Styles/Ziall)

Thinking of You

Lyla POV

Louis walks me back into the room and shuts the door behind him. Before I could ask him what he was doing here he starts talking.

“He’s scared of what you do to him”

“What?”

“He’s scared of how you make him feel”

“Well tell him to join the damn club and then stop being such a baby about it”

Louis scoffed, holding back a chuckle, “I really do like you. I really do. You’re hilarious and I know that he means something to you.”

“Yeah, he does, which is apparently a big problem.”

“He’s never really done the love thing or the relationship thing really. Everything has been very casual for him.”

“I refuse to be casual Louis”

“I know you do, but Harry is terrified of genuine feelings. He always has been. I don’t even know how we managed to get so close to be honest. I think I was just the first person who continued to push him until he opened up.”

“It’s a weekend, I’m only here for a weekend, I don’t have time to break down walls. Hell, I don’t even have time to scale them.”

“He’s realized he’s messed up; he’ll make it work”

Then there’s a knock on the door and I open to see Liam. He gives me a soft smile and pulls me into a hug.

“You look like you needed a hug”

“I swear if you and Danielle weren’t perfect for each other and Harry wasn’t so fucking, Harry…you’d be my boyfriend I swear.”

“I would be honoured.”

“I’m guessing it’s time for sound check?” Louis pips in from behind me.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Liam says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his side. Then Louis wraps his arm around my waist and we walk down the hall in a line straight to the elevator.

I hear the door to Niall’s room open, but I know he’s the only one in there, and I refuse to let him see my tear stained face.

Harry POV

“Hey Paul, actually, can I ask you a favor?”

“What’s up Harry?”

“Can you take Lyla in through a different direction than us, it would make sure she wasn’t seen by the paparazzi and the boys and I leaving the other side of the van will distract from her so we don’t have any more quarrels with the paparazzi.”

“That’s actually a good idea Harry. Come on, let’s take the stairs, we’ll get to the bottom at the same time as them.”

Which we do, and suddenly when the doors open my heart drops to my stomach. It’s not because she’s still red in the eyes and has tear stains on her cheek, it’s because the elevator door opens and I see how she really is.

“You fucking twat” she yells out, then realizes the door is open and slaps her hands over her mouth with her smile reaching her eyes. Then all of the guys look at her and she just busts out laughing again, getting out the elevator and looking like she’s surrounded by her 4 most favorite people in the world.

I can feel the scowl set in on my face as I watch Louis wrap his arm around her waist leading her through the lobby. Then to my surprise she stops in front of me. She offers me a smirk, yanking on one of my curls.

“You should stop scowling; it doesn’t go well with your face”

“I…what?” I reply, but she’s already walking away. I don’t understand, was that some sort of peace offering?