London Calling

Effy's pov

A week had passed and Harry and I had hardly spoken or seen each other. We weren’t purposely ignoring each other it’s just, we had been so busy I guess. Alex was back in town from New York so I spent sometime with him. He had invited me down to another studio further out from the usual one, to try some new things. It was incredible.
We went to a beach on Wednesday; well it was hardly a beach. Just a few pebbles and a puddle some would say, yet it sufficed.
The shots were remarkable, and it was an amazing new experience for me. Alex let me play around with the effects and costume design it was so much fun we had a real
laugh. He really enjoyed my input, so he says.

Although work began to pick up again and become hectic, there was still the persistent thought of Harry’s and my encounter the week before still played out in my mind. I wasn’t really sure if there was anything to be played out but, the way he brushed his fingers over my hip wouldn’t seem to leave my mind. The almost kiss wouldn’t let alone couldn’t either. I mean his arm was only around my waist but, we were so close I could feel his chest heat up between the intimacy and his already heavy breathing increasing. On the bright side though, my new clothes finally arrived. The paisley print was to die for.

I got home pretty late on Friday and I was positively physically drained. I was soon cheered up when I was greeted by non other than my favourite boy. Hendrix knocked me to the floor as he bolted down the stairs and into my arms.
“Heyyyy boy”
I draped my arms over his neck and pulled him close. Only a week had passed and you could tell he was growing stupidly fast. I had been up at five and it was almost one in the morning so I was surprised Hendrix was awake, he definitely loved his sleep.

I suppose the night life of London was buzzing right about now, however I, on the other hand wasn’t. When I eventually got in, I took off my jeans and changed into and over sized t-shirt. I possessed no energy whatsoever, I made a cup of tea and threw myself on the sofa and just melted into the cushions. I turned on E! and checked out the latest Hollywood news. What a surprise the Kardashians were being talked about. They are all very pretty; don’t get me wrong but, bursting with talent? I’m not entirely sure on that one.


I wasn’t really paying attention to the TV, I was more interested in what was occurring with the social views of Twitter and its brilliant minds. That was until I heard Harry’s and my own name. I shot up, for some unknown reason and Hendrix must of thought I was in trouble, as he ran to rescue and smothered me with what I assume were kisses. He lay over me as I listening intently to the news reporter.

“Harry Styles has definitely been busy this week. The British star was seen earlier in the week with the up and coming gorgeous model Effy Richards on a number of occasions, however it seems he may be a little bored of her now as he has moved back to Kendell Jenner. The two were seen several times in the week, during the daytime getting some lunch and then later on in the evening heading out for dinner. Harry had been seen heading back to her hotel after the date and leaving early hours of this morning. Who knew she was even in London?
So I wonder who the 1D heartthrob has his sights set on Effy or Ken..”

I turned the TV off and huffed and puffed my way to the kitchen. Hendrix followed and stared apologetically like it was his fault.
“Come on boy, let’s go for a walk”
I know it was extremely late and exceedingly murky but, I felt frustrated. I put on some joggers and trainers, grabbed his collar and lead and headed out.

I don’t know why I was so annoyed. I knew what he was like; I shouldn’t have really let it faze me. The only logical conclusion I could come to whilst watching Hendrix bark at a leaf was that I may just have feeling towards Harry. It is probably already obvious but, now I’m admitting it. Maybe I did fancy Harry a little.

I was again outrageously busy over the weekend with Alex, we went down to Essex to shoot some stuff for a magazine cover and then we had an event on the night. I hadn’t been out in a while so I was looking forward to it. We were staying in a hotel for the night, which Alex had kindly paid for. Alex said the event would have a lot of model scouts, so he intended on making me look irresistible to all. Lou came over and did my hair and make-up, whilst Alex’s friend Astrid chose my outfit.
My hair had loose waves added in and a plait either side, going towards the back of my head, but seemed to fade out into the gloss. I wore a long sleeved wine red velvet playsuit that came down mid thigh, with a pair of lustrous black skinny heels. It was already 9 o’clock so we headed off to the party.

When we arrived everyone who was anyone was there. I felt anxious because, I knew a lot people who were very important and famous would be there. I really didn’t want to embarrass myself.
Alex introduced me to Cara Delevigne, who I may add is the funniest person I have met so far in London, along with being absolutely stunning. I also met a few other models that had nothing but, lovely things to say about Alex and myself. Especially about some of the recent shoots we had done for some magazines.
We mingled for a while until Alex had to go and speak to some ‘important people’ he made it sound like the mafia.

I was left on my own to drink my beverage. I glanced around to see if I could see anyone familiar but, what I then saw was too familiar for my liking. Harry came round the corner beaming with drink in hand.
“Elo love” his accent enchanted my ears.
“Hey” I tried to sound mysterious and distant and I think it was working.
“So, how come you’re on your own? Surely you would have come with someone” he smirked.
“Actually I came with Alex and his friend but, he had to attend to something. I’m sure he will be back soon though” I was stern, I wasn’t sure why I was being so horrid but, it took him by shock.
“Oh right, you could sit with us if you like, the lads are over there” he pointed behind him. I hadn’t seen the lads in a few weeks so it thought it would be rude not to say hello. I followed Harry over to the group. The lads were ecstatic to see me, which was nice. I greeted them all with a hug and kiss on the cheek, we small talked for a while about the event.
“By the way Effy you look absolutely stunning tonight” Niall winked at me.
“Aha was that a compliment Niall?” I shot him a sultry look back.
We flirted back and forth for a while whilst the other lads chatted to guests and friends. I loved how care free Niall was, he was so happy all the time.
I had noticed Harry gawking as usual. He seemed to be a little stroppy all of a sudden, I mouthed across the table to him. “are you ok”
He smiled back and just nodded. A minute late he was still gawking. “Come outside with me” He mouthed. I just nodded a followed him outside onto the balcony garden of the building.
“Is everything ok, with us?” he asked quietly.
“Us?” I questioned. I wasn’t sure what he meant. There hardly was an ‘us’
“Yeah, I mean, well we haven’t spoke properly since last week and I assume you have seen in the media about Kendall and I” he bowed his head and moved closer to the balcony’s edge.
“Who hasn’t seen it” I realized I was being harsh, and I know there wasn’t any need to. I was thinking of what to say in order to change the conversation to something more positive but, nothing came to mind.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lead you on or hurt your feelings. I liked our time together. I tried to distance myself and I thought Kendall was the answer but, I was wrong. She doesn’t compare to you Eff”
It was all too much for me. I’d known this boy for about a month or a little less. It didn’t make any sense that he felt this way.

“Look Harry, you don’t need to apologise for anything. But what makes you think that you’re leading me on? Just because you’re in a boy group and all of a sudden the centre of everyone’s attention doesn’t mean it’s the same with me. You need to wake up and realize that not everyone is in love with you Harry. I don’t want to be harsh but, it’s the truth. Yeah I liked spending time with you too but, if it’s all this complicated then I’m the one who should be apologising because, I don’t have time for it. I’m sorry Harry, I’ve got to go”

I ran back inside and quickly and quietly said goodbye to the boys, Niall tried to stop me, I could tell he knew something was wrong but, I was flustered and tired and I didn’t want to deal with drama right now. I text Alex to let him know I’d left, I couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. The mass of people had amplified and the crowds got bigger.

I got a taxi back to the hotel and went straight to my room. I just wanted to go home; I didn’t want all this from London. I just wanted to make something of myself and not get caught up in the dramatic side of it all. I undressed and went over to my bag to find my pyjamas. I was in such a rush this morning I wasn’t even sure what I packed. I ruffled around in my bag to find some pyjamas but, it seemed I hadn’t packed any; instead I had mistakenly packed Harry’s t-shirt. That’s the last thing I wanted to wear at the moment but, I had no choice. It was too cold to sleep naked. I slipped on his tee and climbed into the bed.

I thought about what had happened and I remembered Niall had said they were staying in the same hotel. God I hope Harry doesn’t come gallivanting into my room. I fell in and out of sleep and when I woke up for the third time it was 2 in the morning. My phone annoyingly buzzed as it usually does. I turned over to see who was calling, I answered.
“Harry, why are you even calling?” I asked tiredly
“Please just listen for a second, please” He begged and I could tell he was being sincere. I turned back over and waited for him to carry on. It was silent for a couple minutes before he started talking. He wasn’t making any sense and I was slowly drifting back off.
“Look Eff, I’ve just got back to my room, the lads are still out please can we talk?” I could still faintly hear him but, I couldn’t muster up the energy to talk. I was petrified that he would come knocking on my door. I ended the call.
I prayed that he wouldn’t come. I waited for ten minutes and assumed he wasn’t coming.

I had just settled back comfortably in the bed and my phone rang again. I sighed and hit answer to see what else he had to say. I felt awful but, I was too tired, of drama and in general to speak. I had almost fell back to sleep when the tone in his voice became serious. I stared at my phone attentively to hear what he had to say. I heard his breathing become heavier before he spoke, I waited patiently but, became fed up I went to end the call again but, he spoke.

“I want you here with me, like how I pictured it. So I don’t have to keep imagining”
The phone went dead.

Notes

Heyyaaa, ooooohhhh cliffhanger. What is poor confused Effy going to do? She pretty much knows how Harry feels, will she go see him or just keep ignoring him?????? I noticed my subscribers had gone down. Sorry if I'm not meeting your expectations, I'm only human. Please if you don't like let me know, comment or message me. I'd really appreciate the criticism.

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