We all piled into the limo that was waiting. The party wasn't too far off, according to Zayn. I looked out the window as we drove past tons of girls lined up against the fences around the venue just trying to get a glimpse of One Direction. I looked up. Liam was talking to Melissa about some restaurant. I turned my head and saw Harry was looking intently out the window.
Me: Looking for someone, Styles?
Harry: Shut up
Me: Someone's mighty grouchy.
He ignored me but instantly his eyes narrowed and he nearly yelled at the driver.
Harry: STOP
The others all turned to him, confused as he bolted from the limo. Fans could see in now and were going crazy, especially about the fact that Harry was visible and walking towards them. As soon as I saw what direction he was heading, I knew what he was doing. Jerk. There stood yet another girl that looked like she belonged on the corner. Her dress was too flashy and exposing, just like a Harry magnet.
Me: You've got to be kidding me.
Liam rubbed my back as I watched Harry talk to "it". They stopped and Harry came back to the limo. The girl walked away from the fence as he hopped in. He leaned over to speak to the driver.
Harry: Stop once we get outside the gates. We need to pick someone up.
The driver nodded and we pulled out. By this point I have just accepted the fact that Harry and I will never get along again. I looked at him.
Me: So who's the new slut?
Harry: She has a name.
Me: Which is?
Harry: Ashley.
Me: Is this how you get all of your dates?
I realized my mistake too late. Harry leaned towards me, his gaze intense.
Harry: No. Some of them come from the States and buddy up to another band mate just to get with me.
Me: And then they dump you once they get to know the real you.
Harry: And then they start dating another band mate just to make me miserable.
He turned back to the window.
Me: Oh please! I'm with Liam because I actually like him and he cares about me. Besides you were NEVER miserable!
Harry: Don't tell me how I felt! I loved you!
Me: There is not past tense to love! Either you love me now or you never did.
He opened his mouth but fell silent. I turned my face back to the window to see Harry's new toy approaching the door. When I spoke, it was quiet and quick.
Me: That's what I thought. I was just strung along all that time until you found someone else that would sleep with you.
I heard him start to speak, but was silenced as Ashley jumped into the limo and Harry's lap, lacing her arm through his. She was infatuated with him and kept asking him questions. Harry's focus was a few degrees south of her eyes. No way those things were hers. I turned my attention away from those two and only then did I notice everyone looking at me. Looks of sympathy came from everyone and Liam wrapped his arm around me. I leaned on his chest and presently we arrived at the party. There were all sorts of celebrities there. After a short pass through the paparazzi and minimal questions we were inside and dancing. The night was very enjoyable. I made myself forget about Harry and Ashley and focused on Liam and the others. We had a great time! The boys kept the alcohol to a minimum and I was thankful. After a few hours, people started leaving and we decided we should go too. Ashley gave the driver directions to her house and when we dropped her off, Harry walked her up to the door. Now he was going to be a gentleman? The thought was quickly expelled from my mind when he waved us off and went inside with her. Of course he was spending the night. We dropped Melissa off. Then the limo took us back to the concert venue to get Liam's car that I had driven earlier that night. Liam and I decided that we would drive it back. The others rode back in the limo. I climbed into the passenger seat and Liam looked at me.
Liam: Did you have fun tonight?
I smiled and nodded.
Me: It was a blast! Thank you.
I kissed him on the cheek and we drove back. We found a parking spot and I walked holding his hand and resting my head on his shoulder. He kissed me goodnight and went to his apartment. Niall was already passed out in his bed. I walked into my room and shut the door. I decided to check my email before hopping in bed. There was one from the airline company that would fly me back to the States the day after the BRIT awards. I opened it and skimmed over. They had overbooked the flight and were having to put some people on the next flight, which was the following evening. I was on the list for the flight change. One more day in London.