*LIZZIE’S POV*

It was late, and I had just gotten home from my shift around 11:00 and collapsed on my sofa when I heard my phone vibrate on the counter. I debated just letting it go to voicemail, but then I thought that it could be Harry. Groaning, I hauled myself off of the couch and answered.

“Hello?” I said as I planted my butt right back onto the couch.

“Well someone sounds tired!” Harry said with a laugh.

“Sorry, I just got home from work. I’m exhausted.” I explained. “What’s up with you?”

“Backstage. We have about an hour before we go on, I thought I would take a break from all the chaos and come talk to you.”

“Aww, what a sweetheart!” I said in a jokingly, overly-mushy voice. “But jeez, y’all still haven’t gone on yet? What time is it there?”


“It’s only about 7:00 here, since I think we’re four hours behind you?” Harry had made it to the first of his shows in California, having finished Washington in the week before.

“Oh, okay. Well that sounds right. So Styles, ya’ nervous?” I asked.

“Extremely.” He confessed. It was cute- he was so famous, but even he still got nervous before a show.

“You’ll be fantastic! I know it. Don’t waste your time worrying!” I tried to re-assure him, but I knew Harry. No matter what I said, he would still be nervous. We had this same conversation before every show he’s had this past week.

“I hope you’re right. Well, I’ve got to go for final warm-ups and all that shit. I’ll text you instead of calling when I’m done so that I don’t wake you.” He said, considering the fact that by the time the concert was over, I’d be sound asleep over here.

“All right, well good luck! I love you!” I said enthusiastically.

“Love you too, babe.” He said back before the call ended.

I finally got off the couch, showered, and fell straight asleep in my bed as I thought about what Harry was doing during these moments across the country. Hopefully, he was simply having the time of his life on stage.

*HARRY’S POV*

When we finally finished the show, we were all pumped up. We ran through the corridors and back to the dressing room so we could change out of our sweaty stage clothes.

“TO CALIFORNIA!” Louis cried out as he popped open a bottle of champaign in the dressing room when we all had our new clothes on. The rest of the lads cheered as glasses were passed around. It was a really epic show.

“C’mon! Let’s go out tonight.” Niall said to the group. “We can’t waste a night like this!” Once again, everyone cheered in agreement, but I had some iffy feelings about it. Nonetheless, I decided to go with them, so we all piled in the SUV, and headed to the first club. When we arrived, we had already finished the bottle of champaign in the car. Our security got out first to talk to the security at the club before we were ushered into the VIP section. It was packed. We got some bottles of vodka for our table before we split up into separate directions, Niall coming with me.

We were dancing amongst a crowd on top of this platform thing when a group of highly intoxicated girls surrounded us. Niall was obviously having loads of fun, but I felt a tad uncomfortable. I was going to leave when one girl wrapped her arms around my neck and started dancing with me. I didn’t want to seem rude, so I kept dancing.

“HARRYSTYLESSS” She practically screamed in my ear.

“Yes?” I asked.

“TAKE APICTURE WITHMEEEE.” She wrapped her arms around my waist after she handed her friend her phone. I smiled, ready for the picture, but she corrected me. “NOO! I WANT YOU TO HUG ME AND GIVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK!” She demanded. I sighed, but obliged.

“Okay ready?” Her friend asked, “One, two, three!” The girl I was posed with quickly moved and wrapped her arms around my neck and turned so that my lips were on hers instead of her cheek for the split-second that the picture was taken. I quickly threw her off of me.

“What the hell?” I asked, infuriated. She was cracking up laughing. “Can you delete that please?” I asked, as I reached for her phone that her friend had handed back to her.

“No, no nooooo!” She sang, as she slid the phone into her bra. Grimacing, I walked away. Pissed. That was it, I was done for the night. I sent a quick text to everyone and left.

*LIZZIE’S POV*

Waking up in the morning was dreadful. I didn’t want to go to school, but I quickly reminded myself that this was my last month, and then I was done with high school forever! I unplugged my phone from the charger, and much to my dismay, I had no texts from Harry. Oh well, he probably was just tired after the show and forgot to text me. No big deal.

I was in fourth period right before lunch when I got a text from Emma to meet her and Nicole in the bathroom by the west stairs immediately. Confused, I asked to leave my AP physics class and hurried there.

“What’s up?” I asked, as I shut the door to the bathroom behind me. Emma was holding her laptop against her chest, and Nicole wasn’t looking at me. “Y’all are scaring me. What’s going on?”

“Well, you know how me and Emma are in PE together right now?” Nicole started, “Well, Coach Ashlie isn’t here, so we have a free period, and were just going through twitter on Emma’s computer just now, and we found something you should see…” Emma opened her laptop and held it out to me. I adjusted the screen so I could see because there was a glare. I’m glad she was holding it, because I would’ve dropped it after I saw the picture. It was Harry and some blond girl kissing in a club.

“When was this picture posted?” I asked quietly, momentarily hoping it was an old picture.

“At four o’clock this morning…” Emma said after a moment. “So, twelve o’clock California time..”

“Will you email it to me?” I asked them.

“Yeah sure, but are you okay? Liz, there’s probably an explanation or something,” Nicole started, but I cut her off.

“I’m fine. I can handle this. Thank you for letting me know.” I said shortly, as I walked out of the bathroom. I just didn’t want them to see me cry, so I quickly found an empty classroom where I could compose myself. After a few deep breaths, I decided on how I would handle this. I sent Harry a text..

To: Harry
How was last night?

The moments waiting for his reply were like pure agony. I did the math in my head, and he should be awake right now. It was 9:00 in the morning over there, and I knew for a fact that he had an interview this morning at 10:00 because he had mentioned it earlier on the phone this week. Finally he replied.

From: Harry
The concert was smashing, sorry I didn’t text you ):

To: Harry
It’s fine. What’d y’all do after?

From: Harry
Nothing really

This was when I chose to bring up the picture, since he obviously wasn’t going to. I attached the picture of Harry kissing the blond before I typed my response.

To: Harry
Oh, funny, I don’t really call this nothing.
*photo attachment*

After that, Harry didn’t respond, so I just packed up my stuff and decided to skip my afternoon classes for the day. I just went home, turned my phone off, and tried to fall asleep to forget about all of this.

Notes

Sorry I haven't posted in a while! I promise I'll be updating more frequently this week (:
Also, I wanted to thank my one hundred subscribers! That's craaazzzyyyy
I love you all for reading this far, and I know this chapter's kinda crappy, but it's going to get better. Sorry.