Irish Blood
Chapter 1:
Harrys' POV:
Lying in my bed, it was half past twelve. I was naked, as usual. Five years had flown by since xfactor. The celeb life hadn't been easy on any of the lads. Liam and Danielle had survived though. About two years ago Boo Bear got back on the market. Zayn was being the woman eater he'd always been.
Me? Well I was only waiting for the wedding. No, not mine you silly, Niall. I think they actually are soul mates. The way he just looks at her, the way she smiles back at him. They met at a book signing I Sweden about three years ago, she is a beautiful Swedish girl, but you can't call her tall, which was perfect for Niall. Since, well he's not the tallest of us. That would actually be me. The way they were reminded me of us, and by us I meant Caroline and I, or at least what I thought we'd had.
She ruined my view of girls, I, Harold Edward Milward Styles hadn't kissed a girl in years. And here I am, two years after the break up, still a mess. I lived for our performances and tours. That what had kept me alive the last year. And one thing, sorry misguiding you, not my bed, but the one I called mine at the tour bus.
Yeah, One Direction on tour again. We were repeating our first tour, in UK and Ireland. The latest years we'd been to Europe twice, Asia once, one time in Australia for almost six months and a quickie to the US.
One Direction was a gigantic hit all over the world. As we grew, so did our music and our fans, the deadliest of all fandoms. How I wish I could be seventeen again and choose right. As the manwhore (sorry the expression, but let's not deny the truth) I had been in my teens, it was a big thingy to not even had kissed a girl in the passed two years. Harry, you've got to get yourself together man. I'm a mess. The bed was swayed in time with the bus that moves to the last stop before Ireland. I kind of looked forward to Ireland, I really liked their accents and the blonde girls were just stunning. I had to become "the flirt" again, enough of this lazy, boring Harry.