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CHAPTER 3:

Harry kept his promise. He and I skyped nearly every night while he was away on tour. Even though we had that kiss in the rain, Harry and I were just really close friends. I can't deny that I absolutly wish we could be more. Harry would never feel the same. Or would he? He was the one who kissed me!

It was summer time in L.A, almost a six months since I met Harry. I spent the night at Chloe’s house and this morning I was doing her hair. Chloe has naturally straight hair, but she always curls it. The only time I’ve seen Chloe with straight hair is when she gets grounded and her mom takes her curling iron away. Most kids lose their phones; Chloe loses her curling iron. Chloe was sitting on a stool so I could curl her hair while she scrolled through her twitter feed. Suddenly, she let out a squeal.

“What’s wrong?" I asked figuring I burnt her somehow. Too excited too speak, Chloe pointed to the tweet she was reading. By the profile picture I could tell the person was a One Direction fan. Over Chloe’s shoulder I began to read the tweet. It took all of my power not to drop the curling iron after reading it. I was so happy. One Direction was spotted in L.A!

Quickly, I told Chloe I had to leave and I left before she could say anything back. I raced around the corner to my house. My little brother, Aiden, must have seen me coming. He opened the door as soon as I reached the driveway. Without a comment, he let me pass and I ran straight to my room. Cute clothes, I thought while rummaging through my drawers. FInally, I settled on denim shorts and a floral camisole with a pair of pink converse. I left my hair alone and since Chloe did my makeup this morning I left that alone too.

I ran as fast as I could downstairs. Aiden was still holding the door open for me, so I ran by him, once again, and out the door.

“Mom," I heard Aiden call, “She’s leaving again and I think she’s going to see a boy!" Once at the end of my street, I slowed down, unsure of where to go. Taking a chance, I decided to check the closest hotel.

When the front doors were in sight I noticed no one was surrounding the perimeter screaming their heads off and singing while flailing their posters. It’s the wrong hotel, I thought. Still, there was some ounce of me that wanted to make sure.

As I entered the lobby I could see the workers were in a bit of a tizzy. The receptionist was rapidly taking calls while the manager was discussing plans with the chef and several others were speaking in hushed tones.

“Lisa! Is room D315 ready for One Direction?" a man in a navy blue suit asked one of the employees before turning to me, “Can I help you?"

“Oh, no thanks,"I said calmly, “I’m just visiting a friend."

“Do you need a room number?" he asked politely.

“No thanks, I’ve got it," I assured him before vanishing into the nearest staircase. Level D was the top floor meaning four flights of stairs.

Once on level D I had to manuever down several hallways. Finally, I could hear Niall’s voice from around the corner.

“Harry, why did we choose this hotel?" he asked.

“So he could be close to ALLY!" Louis playfully teased. Instantly I could feel my cheeks heating up.Did he really want to be close to me? Without thinking, I turned the corner to find myself a hallways distance away from the boys.

“Harry!" I called. He truned to look at me faster than ever and immediately burst into a smile. Again, without thinking, I broke into a run towards his open arms. Paul began to take a step closer to Harry when Louis playfully jumped on his back and Liam held back his arm.

“No!" Louis protested, “Let young love happen!" Niall burst into laughter along with the rest of the boys. Harry didn’t laugh though. I jumped into his arms, holding him tigtly as he twirled me around. After a couple of spins he stopped so he could hug me just as tightly. I buried my face in Harry’s shoulder as we stood there hugging. It felt good to see him in person. I've spent six months just talking to him over video chat while he is sat in another country.

“C’mon boys, let’s give them some privacy," Liam advised just as Harry gently kissed my forehead. Both of us laughted quietly.

“I’m glad you’re here," Harry whispered in my ear. My heart flipped at the sincerity of his words. The way he said them...shouldn't be the way friends say things to one another.

“You’re just lucky this is the first place I checked Mr.Styles," I replied while looking into his big green eyes. We just stood there for awhile, looking into each other’s eyes and hugging one another. Harry’s eyes shifted to my lips. No. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. He began to bend closer when Niall burst through the door.

“Guys, Zayn’s making popcorn!" he shouted before realizing what he interrupted, “Oops! Sorry!" Harry chuckled a bit, rolling his eyes, before leading me into the hotel room.

“Now I’m comfy!" Louis exclaimed running out in his Norwegian onesie. He saw me after and burst out laughing.

“Boys, this is Ally Striker. Ally Stiker, well erm, One Direction," Harry said.

“Direction One!" Louis called from behind the counter in the kitchen area. He was casually eating popcorn with Zayn. “So, Ally," he said, “Are you planning on staying for dinner and a film?"

“I’m sure Harry could cook something," Zayn suggested while shooting him a quick glance.

“Or buy a pizza!" Niall shouted from the couch as he strummed lightly on his guitar.

“Pizza’s on it’s way boys," Liam said after coming in from the hall, one step ahead of Niall.

“I love you Liam!" Niall exclaimed pumping his fists in the air. It took me until then to realize that Harry’s hand had been holding gently to my hip the whole time. Looking up at him, he was intently staring into the distance. I squeezed him tighter, still keeping my eyes on his. At my touch he looked down at me, smiling, and gave me a huge hug. I felt like we were in our own little world. Then, we noticed the room got rather quiet. All eyes were on us.

“How about that film?" Zayn suggested just to break the silence. My cheeks, i could feel, got bright red. Harry noticed, and while laughing, he tried to playfully brush it away with his thumb.

“No reason to be embarrassed," Liam assured me while giving me a light pat on the back. Harry guided me over to the couch next to Louis. For me, reality strikes at the oddest times. I looked around at where I was. I, Ally Striker, was sitting in a hotel room with One Direction watching a movie. It didn’t feel like that though; it felt like I was watching a movie with my friends. Then I moved to who, exactly, I was with. I was under the arm of Harry, my best friend.

Time began to run out, the movie had ended, and the other boys were getting ready to go to their own rooms. Harry pulled Liam away quickly before he was able to leave. The two left to talk privately. Then there was two. Louis and I were still sitting on the couch with the credits rolling.

“Have you always lived in L.A?" he asked me.

“No, we used to live in Colorado with the rest of my family, but my dad got a new job and have been living here ever since," I eplained.

“I see," he said adjusting the zipper on the onesie, “How old are you love?"

“I’m sixteen," I told him, “Getting my license in a few months." That was the thing I was looking forward to most, well besides being able to see Harry. With my license I could travel to see him, as long as I don’t leave the country.

“That’s exciting!" Louis excalimed. At that moment, Harry and Liam walked in, Liam with a huge grin on his face.

“Lovely to meet you Ally," Liam said before leaving, “Good night boys!"

“Well, I’m calling it a night too lad," Louis said. He accidentally hit the remote on his way up from the couch causing the channel to change.

"…in West Philadelphia born and raised…" the T.V. sang. Louis and Harry looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. Louis then waved goodbye to me and headed out singing the rest of the rap to himself.

“I’d be happy to drive you home if you would like," Harry offered politely. Right before I was about to answer, I recieved a text from my mom telling me to come home. Perfect timing.

“That would be perfect," I told him. Harry led me out of the hotel room and down a back stair well he said they used to get in. The stairs led right into the lobby. As we headed towards the front entrance the manager jumped out infront of us.

“Mr. Styles," he said causing me to laugh a bit, “The fans have started to crowd, are you sure you want to head out there?" Harry got very nervous very quickly. Normally, I knew he would go out there, but going out there and driving away with me was something completely different.

“Harry, I can get a ride from my parents," I assured him. His attention instantly turned in my direction.

“Sir, is there another way out?" He asked hopefully