Chapter 3:
Sunday November 6th 2011
Harry has been mega busy recording the lads debut album, ‘Up All Day’ or something, I forget. But we don’t even speak anymore, the odd text every now and again…. maybe. It was his birthday in February just gone, he didn’t even invite me to his party or reply to my happy birthday text, the fame is really getting to his head. I don’t even wear the ring anymore, it just sits safely on my shelf in my bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy he’s living his dream, and I’m so happy they have a number one single in multiple countries, but he’s changed.
Monday November 7th 2011
Me and my new friends from college were having some lunch at Subway, when I heard quite a few girls squealing, that annoying scream when someone famous….. Oh no.
I looked out of the window and seen Harry signing autographs, takings pictures, the usual. Then his eyes met mine. And that heart-melting, dimple bearing smile spread across face, you know the one. I heard my friends gasp in shock as they realised he was here for me. I never told them about Harry because people have used me in the past to get close to One Direction. Anyway, I slowly turned my head towards Luke, Jude, Amy and Rae, all mouths agape. As I was quickly explaining, briefly, how I know Harry, all four of their jaws dropped further, (which I thought to be impossible) as Harry ‘swagged’ his way over towards us. Ugh, Even his walk has changed! He confidently sat next to me and slung his arm around the back of my chair. We stared at one another for what felt hours, until the snickering of Amy and Rae took away the staring contest. ‘uumm, what you doing here?’ Harry intently stared at me as if thinking of an answer. Finally, he answered, ‘well, as you may know, our debut album is being released soon after a number one single and that (Ugh!), and I was wondering if you fancied coming down to London this Friday and we could celebrate…. Just the two of us’. I was hesitant at first, but I agreed. After we made the arrangement of me lugging all my stuff onto a train to London on Friday straight after college, then taking them to my hotel, we would meet at 9 at the cinema around the corner from my hotel, watch a film then have some dinner. Let’s hope he doesn’t fuck up or let me down like the last 11 months.

11th November 2011
As the week went on, I was actually looking forward to spending some time with Harry.
After my treacherous train journey, and the piss-take of finding my hotel, I finally arrived at the cinema. I checked my phone for the time and realised it was 9:30. I decided to wait another 15 minutes. So I did. No sign of Harold anywhere.
The next time I checked my phone was when someone called me and woke me up. I had fallen asleep on a bench facing the cinema and it was 10:30. I had been sat here for an hour and half. He stood me up! After I calmed myself down, I called back the person who woke me. It was Beth, she was just ringing to let me know that her and Tom are good and to see if my trip is going ok. I lied of course. Told her I was waiting outside for him to come out of the toilet. I haven’t seen Beth in about 3 weeks, she decided not to go to college and her Tom decided to go travelling for a year.
After my short, brief conversation with Beth, I called Zayn to see what the fuck Harry is playing at.
When he answered, there was loud music and shouting in the background, after going to a quiet place, he agreed to call me a taxi to what I know was a party.

When I arrived at the boys place, Niall came running up to me with food all over him.
‘Eve, long time no see!’ he shouted running up to me, ‘Yeah yeah, where the fuck is Harry?!’ Niall’s face immediately dropped at my bluntness. I didn’t mean to be so harsh, I just wasn’t in the mood for his cuteness. ‘He’s in the kitchen’ he said wide-eyed. I nodded a thank-you and made my way through the sweating bodies stuffed in the house. Then I saw him, anger just ran through my veins. Just as quick I saw him, he saw me. ‘Eve! Babe, so good for you to be here! Give me snog!’ he stinks of alcohol. I pushed him away from me before I threw up. ‘Piss off Harry!’ ‘Oh come on, don’t be like that we used to kiss all the time!’ I could see the anger in his eyes at me rejecting him, he never used to mind, he must be used to having his own way. ‘yeah well not anymore Harry, I’ve been stood outside the cinema for an hour and a fucking half, seriously Harry, get your head out of your arse!’ and with that I walked away. Harry was left stood on his own wide-eyed, jaw at the floor. Never thought I’d say this, I hate him, this last year and a half of our friendship means nothing to me now.