Grains of Gold

Harry’s POV.

12 days have gone; we had 5 more concerts, 2 more interviews, one more photoshoot. We’ve been to 3 more hotels and enjoyed the rest near one of the most gorgeous pools on the roof in the world. We added couple of new dates to the tour but she hasn’t answered me yet.

I couldn’t figure out what I said or did wrong. I thought there was nothing about my behaviour that could confuse her or make her angry. I didn’t even make jokes! Maybe she just decided that I was another foolish famous person and all I could do is just open my mouth and sing in front of people.

Well, I guess it wasn’t meant to be. I wonder how her life turned out to be after our small conversation. Maybe I turned her life upside down; she got more fans of her drawings? Or was I just another one a-man-for-5-minutes in her life? Maybe she’s already forgotten we talked like it was some kind of a dream.

“So many questions but I’m talking to myself. I know that you can’t hear me anymore... Styles, stop it!” I told myself. “Really, when did you become apathetic? Because of one girl whom you don’t even know? You’re a fool, fool, fool. Stop thinking about her! Move on. It drives you crazy”.

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Early in the morning it was time to go to the airport. Somehow we got into the car and have tried to get out of the hotel underground parking for half an hour. Our favourite crazy fans follow us everywhere we go. It’s hard to realize why they sleep outside the hotels through the nights. To watch musicians leaving inside the toned jeeps? They simply throw themselves on the cars, hammer on the doors, windows and body of the car. They try everything to kill themselves and us. I’m kidding; they just want to touch us, to get an autograph, to take a picture with us, tell how much they love us. But sometimes it all turns into some kind of hysteria. We love them more than anything in the world though.

We usually have fun in the car on the road to the airport but that day the car was completely silent. Everyone was so sleepy and we had a nap while there was such possibility.

I was the nearest one to the Paul and the driver so I heard everything they were talking about and I couldn’t sleep when other boys were asleep like cute little angels.

I deliberately turned off my phone. I thought that was the only way not to think about that girl but it was useless. I was thinking about her most of the time. Still I didn’t know what time it was but it seemed like the drive was taking more time than it took on our arrival.

-“Paul, is it me or we’re driving a while?”

-“Yeah, we changed the route. Unforeseeable consequences.” He answered me sitting half turn.

-“What do you mean?”

-“I had a call and was told there were so many fans in the airport that they didn’t just block the porch but the whole airport. Security can do nothing about this situation so far. Those fans really don’t want to let us go.” Paul laughed.

-“Then why are we going there?” I looked at him astonished.

Paul rolled up his eyes.

-“Harry, that’s why we are not going there. We were allowed to use one of the nearest railway stations to get you out. We’re taking you there and going to the airport without you. Then we’ll pick you up at the destination station ‘cause by this time we’ll arrive for sure. I guess, we’ll drive you to the hotel for you to have a couple of free hours before the show.” It was too long and difficult logic chain for this early in the morning.

-“Why do we have just a couple of hours before the show? We had to have like half of the day for the rest.” That was the only question I could think of after Paul’s explanation.

-“Because! Because trains drive slowly, Harry!” Our tour manager answered raising his voice a little bit like I was a delinquent child. “It’s a law of technique. You seem to be an adult and you think like a five-year-old.”

-“I’ve always been that way.” I told proudly with a naive amusing smile on my face.

Guys were quite shocked when they woke up and saw a small provincial railway station instead of the airport in front of them. Paul told them the plan and after putting on our sunglasses and beanies we hopped off. Nobody recognized us there because it didn’t even seem possible. I counted like 25 people for the whole place. It looked like everyone died out in this town but more likely they bought the cars and don’t use trains anymore.

It took me a while to realize there was no one else in our carriage. It was redeemed for us. Cool. It meant we could enjoy some time of a nap. But... I couldn’t! That girl stuck in my head and I couldn’t think of anything else. Lately I haven’t slept well at all because of all these thoughts. From day to day Lou used more and more foundation to hide my black eyes and guys joked that these still were the consequences of my birthday party.

Somehow I finally fell asleep and didn’t wake up until we arrived. That station looked exactly the same. Do they all look so similar? The train was late (It was totally not our day) and so we had to go straight to the show. In the car we finally could talk to each other not being so damn sleepy. Liam and Zayn were talking about the girls and Niall and Louis were discussing what to do on stage to have fun.

-“Harry what’s going on with you lately?” Zayn suddenly asked kicking me lightly on the foot.

-“What are you talking about? I’m fine.” – I told him. Niall and Louis both became silent.

-“I don’t know what you do at nights but it definitely doesn’t make any benefit.” – Louis told pushing Niall’s shoulder with his own. Niall grinned quietly.

-“It’s alright guys, really. I just sleep badly, missing home you know.”

-“Yeah, tell us more! Couple more days and Lou won’t be able to hide signs of your “missing home”. Zayn told. “Seriously, Harry, what’s wrong?”

-“I’ve really slept badly at nights lately. I don’t know why.” I couldn’t think of any other answer.

-“He’s just jealous, Zayn.” Louis smiled cunningly. I always wonder how he can turn everything into a joke. “He doesn’t have a girlfriend and this thought doesn’t let him sleep at nights.” He laughed.

-“Well, then I shouldn’t sleep at nights either!” – Niall stood up for me moving a little closer. “Don’t hurt my baby.” He paused. “Cheer up, Harry, everything will be okay!” – Niall hugged me and I smiled as a little child. I actually felt a bit better after his hug.

When we reached the arena I turned on my phone back and went on twitter. No news. I wrote two tweets saying stuff about last day and apologizing that fans couldn’t meet us at the airport.

In two minutes before the concert I checked twitter once again and... SHE ANSWERED. Damn it! How inopportunely! I didn’t have time to see her message. I locked my iPhone and went on stage.

Notes

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