-Harry-
••Feb 8, 2013••
"I really appreciate it," Aria said to the person on the other end of the phone, pacing around the kitchen till her eyes met mine, creating a warm smile to form on her lips. I had been watching her walk around in circles as she spoke to one of Max's friend's mothers for a few minutes now. This lady called to offer to pick up Max and bring him home later this evening from the camp, since she lived only a few houses away.
She hadn't forgiven me. It was obvious. No matter what I did, no matter what I said, she didn't look at me the same way that she used to. The kindness and truth in her eyes were gone. I knew simply from the way she looked at me, that she still hated me. Regardless of what I tried to do, it was impossible to change her mind. I wanted to be with her as often as I could. She had been the only person who's made me feel young and fully myself, and I know that I regretted everything that has ever happened between us on her birthday that year. I had regretted it for years now. But no matter what I said, it didn't seem to change her mind about me.
"So, I have about," Aria placed her phone down on the kitchen counter, as she looked at the clock on the kitchen wall before continuing, "six hours left before Max comes home." She walked over to my side and plopped herself beside my body on the off-white colored couch.
I loved her, I loved that she still did all the little things that she's always did years ago, and not too much of her seemed to have changed. She was only older and more mature now, and very responsible.
"You alright?" she asked. Her voice suddenly sounding more British than it did earlier. Her voice had changed so much after she moved to America, that I had forgotten that she used to have a British accent when we were children.
"Fine," I replied, forcing a smile. I was happy to be around her, of course. But I couldn't help but be unhappy finally understanding that she was never going to forgive me. And it was all my fault.
"I have school tomorrow as well," she rested her head on my shoulder. Normally, if it were any other girl, this would be flirting. But I've known Aria for far too long to know that she does this normally. It wasn't the fact that she liked me, it was that this is what she did. It was casual to her. Although I couldn't help but slightly wish it meant more to her.
"I suppose I should get back to being with the lads anyways," I said although I wanted to stay with her forever. I knew it wasn't logical. Plus, we had a tour coming up soon. And I'm sure we need to work on that choreography and such. Especially since I was the literal definition of someone who could not dance.
"Makes sense," her voice was quiet, then she took a sharp breath before standing back up, leaving my side.
"Get up," she said extending her hand my way, "we only have five hours and fifty-five more minutes to do something fun."
I chuckled, taking her hand in mine and standing back up.
"We're walking to café Arvo to get a drink," she stated, making her way to the coat hanger where she grabbed her jean jacket, quickly sliding it on then grabbing my coat and throwing it at me. I knew that café well, since that's where Aria and I used to go with the few pounds we'd earn each week from my mum from keeping my room tidy after we played. Although, I'm pretty sure that was just a simple way to get me and Aria out of the house so my mum could have some alone time.
"A, I can't really just walk to that café," I said knowing that there'd definitely be a few people who'd recognize me on a Sunday afternoon. It wasn't the same for me as it was years ago.
"Man up, Styles," she said. Her voice was blunt, as if she was annoyed with me as she grabbed some money that was on the counter and stuffed it into her pockets of her skinny jeans, then walking back to the door. She stood there anxiously as she waited for me to follow along.
"I don't particularly want to sign autographs the entire time we have together," I said honestly, "especially if we only have about six hours left together."
"Then what?" she shot back, crossing her arms.
Was she mad at me?
"Well-,"
"You'll leave me and never talk to me again? Is that what it is? Harry Styles, so famous for not his voice, but for being a lousy friend."
"What the hell," I blurted out, furrowed my eyebrows, I could feel my face heat up with anger. I knew deep down she was just upset that I had been gone for so long and that was why she said those things, but I was here now. Couldn't she just be happy?
"You definitely heard me," her eyes were dark as they watched me as if she except me to do something.
"I didn't say that I didn't hear you," I shot back, rolling my eyes. "It isn't like you were the best of friends for the past year either!"
Did she think that she was the only one that was upset? I obviously didn't like being away from her either.
"I was so sad Harry. So damn sad. Every single day for years!" Her voice rose with every word. Her body still stayed in the same spot, though I noticed both her fists ball up.
"You think I wasn't?!" My voice was much louder than hers. How the hell did she even expect to think that I wasn't lonely. I was probably lonelier than she ever was. At least she could stay in England and enjoy having friends and family nearby. I had to tour the world and perform in front of hundreds every night and pretend to be happy. I'd see people in the crowd having a good 'ol time with their best friend at a One Direction concert. And I couldn't even remember the last time I'd talk to my best friend.
"You just don't understand..." her voice sounded very posh, as she took a huge step forward, although she was still about five feet away from me. I could now see that her lips were pursed and her eyebrows made her facial expression look angry. She'd do this ever since I could remember. Every time she was upset, it was always the same facial expression.
"Why are you bloody accusing me of this crap," it was an honest question. I thought we'd just be happy and enjoy the day. Was she that upset that I didn't want to go to café Arvo? I only said I didn't want to walk, I could have driven there, jeez.
"I hated you for so freaking long for not contacting me,"
"Then why didn't you call me! You had a fucking phone, didn't you?!" I knew that was a bit harsh, but I couldn't stand it. I was upset too. I hadn't contacted her since I thought she hated me and I was giving her space, but if she wanted to speak to me so badly, she could have just called!
"Oh yeah, since it isn't like I had your phone number, Mr. famous Styles."
"You could have asked my mum, you know!"
"I hadn't changed my number Haz, you could have called me anytime!"
"You hated me, why the hell would I have done that!" I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated that she didn't seem to understand my point of view on things.
"Hated you for what?"
"For beating up your loser boyfriend that you shouldn't have even been with, ever. And I warned you!"
"Do you think that mattered after I had to take care of Max for years? – no, I just needed a fucking friend. But I never even knew why you did it all. I mean, you were never such a violent person. I was afraid to even contact you."
"I can't bloody believe you're upset right now," I shook my head at her, picking up my keys from the lamp table next to the couch that I had just recently gotten up from. "You're the one who sent me that letter saying that you never wanted to speak to me, alright."
My voice was calmer, but I still walked to the counter to grab my phone and walked towards the door. I was so over being here. I didn't need any of this.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Going back to my life without you," I said swinging the door open, stepping outside and quickly slamming it behind me. I didn't fucking need that. I loved her. I would always love her but right now, I couldn't stand her accusing me.
I started down the road to my car that was parked on the side street, getting in and speeding off without glancing back at the home I just left.
-Zayn-
••Feb 8, 2013••
To be completely honest, I was absolutely confused on what I was doing. I didn't want to upset any of the other lads. But Mrs. Gray had spoken to me a few days back saying that she needed my help since Faith was in terrible danger and needed help from me and Shannon. She also assured me that this was the best for One Direction. And I mean, if it was the best for the band, it'd be bad for me not to help. Plus, in a few days we got back to work, so anything I could to help Niall and Faith would make me happy, especially sice he was so damn happy with her.
"What the hell am I doing," I asked myself as I sat in my car, a block away from Gemma's household. I didn't know why Mrs. Gray asked me to be here. But she asked me to do a simple thing. She asked me to sit in my car and drive to pick Faith up a block away at the little convenience store, although, I didn't understand why she would be there alone. The entire thing was bizarre and now that I was here, I couldn't help but wonder why I agreed to it in the first place.
I suppose whatever helps Niall. I had never seen him care so much for a girl before. For a bit of time it was obvious that it bothered Niall that Faith and Harry were so close, but I suppose things happen for a reason, since Harry's just magically disappeared for quite a bit now.
My phone loudly made a 'ding' noise.
I didn't even bother to look at my phone, knowing it had to have been Mrs. Gray's text for me to start driving over to pick up Faith. I mean, I had waited here for longer than she said I'd wait. I would have stayed in my room reading the book Faith gave me. I really enjoyed The Fault in Our Stars, but I had a feeling it might have a sad ending, and I'm not quite sure if I'm mentally prepared for it.
Putting my car into drive, I pressed on the ignition, turning onto the road in this little residential area. It was a quiet neighborhood, and to be honest, it was our favorite hide out location, since none of our fans ever seemed to come here to look for us. It was nice to be able to hide.
As I drove, I decided to grab my phone which I had thrown on the passenger seat just to double check that it was Mrs. Gray. I didn't want to be sitting near the store, even if it was only a block away. I didn't feel like having fans or media finding out that we are out at Gemma's.
As I scrolled through the notification from Twitter, I found a text from Harry instead of Mrs. Gray.
How long did she expect me to just sit here? I could be reading John Green right now.
I sighed annoyingly as I slowed the car down, but right before I could put my phone back down I heard a loud thud, as I pressed the break fiercely, making my body jolt forward. I knew I should have put my seat belt on as I felt my head hit the steering wheel.
Rubbing my forehead, I tried to focus my eyes on the road in front of me, but I was quickly distracted again by the body that was pressed up against my window. But not just any body. – Was that... Harry!
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