A New Life

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I looked at Harry expectantly.

"Oh piss off!" Harry sat down on the bench on the outside deck.

"Piss off…. PISS OFF!!!!! I WILL NOT FUCKING PISS OFF!!!!!!!!Because of you Harry all off our career's are at stake. You think we aren't affected when you go clubbing every night and come home with a different girl!!! We are all getting an awful rep because of your… Habits…"

I averted my eyes down to my toes. That was an impressively awkward comment.

Harry just looked at me. I found myself swimming in those blue eyes. His full lips were in a smirk, even his eyes were smug. He obviously thought he was better than me.

"You know what?" Harry came up close to my face. Too close. It seemed as if he was going to… kiss me?

"My habits are giving YOU a bad rep?" His face looked scarier than it had ever looked. "I know all about you, Ed told me about your past. The drugs, the pot, all at 15 years old why you were so… young…"

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I've had enough!

"And the worst part.. you judge me on my, MY sleeping HABITS?!!?!??!? Ed also told me how poor georgina had no where to go and would go to one guy's house to the next.. how could……"

And I hit him. I hit him as hard as I could. The tears are streaming down my face for the first time in years. He was despicable, how could he say things like that, I was so ashamed of my past.

I ran through the open doors back inside. And I ran right into Zayn. Great. I looked up and there were all the boys looking at me with a mix of concern, surprise and disgust on their faces. I wasn't sure if the disgust was toward my past or Harry's awful behavior.

I wanted to get out, out of this flat in a foreign place that I would be leaving in 48 hours. But the worse part was that I was stuck, I f I went outside I would be mobbed by fans everywhere.

Harry had shown his true colors and I swear to god that I will never forgive him. This is the only thing that I could think of laying in my bed trying to go to sleep. But other things stole their way into my mind things, like how Harry's eyes looked when he was so close, how deep they were, And how full his lips were. They looked so…Soft… And with that I drifted off to sleep.