CHAPTER 2

HARRY'S POV:

I looked down at my watch and sighed. 9:30 and my date was already ten minutes late. The waiter who had been assigned to me came back over with a pitcher of water. He poured my glass.

"Still no sign, sir?" I shook my head no. he gave a nod and left.

Just then a girl with brown hair, a round face, and buck teeth came over to me.

"Are you Harry Styles?" I shook my head yes.

"Hi, I'm Nora…Nora Dershlit. And I'm supposed to be meeting you." I gulped, and smiled. I just met this girl and she was already giving me the creeps. But I figured id give it a chance and be polite.

"Uh hi Nora would you like to sit down?" she nodded and sat down. I smiled nervously and gave her a menu.

"Pick anything you want." I opened my own menu and looked briefly at the meals. After a couple of minutes I decided on a chicken salad, with a side of guacamole and some chips. I decided that I would have a nice, glass of white Beaugurd wine. That was one of the few simple things that I enjoyed. Having a nice glass of wine, getting comfy in bed on a rainy day. I set my menu down and waited for Nora.

Finally Nora put her menu down and smiled at me. The waiter came over and took our orders. When it came to Nora's turn she put a serious look on her face.

"I want the chicken and rice, but instead of the chicken, I want just the rice. I refuse to eat any chicken because of the simple fact that my pet chicken, Maurice, is a chicken and I'm would therefore be eating her family. And I don't eat family. I hope you understand."

I just stared at her, slowly getting even more creeped out.

"Of course madam." The waiter left and I sat in an awkward silence.

"So Nora, what do you uh like to do in your uh…spare time?" I asked, trying to turn this around. She just looked at me.

"Well Harry, I am a huge fan of iCarly and I've met with them. I even managed to kiss Freddie-or Nathan Kress if you will. And I also do some uh collecting." She said that last word in a whisper. I scooted my chair back an inch. The waiter brought our food. Nora looked down at hers and said nothing.

"Nora…"

"AH. CHICKEN. I HAVE CHICKEN ON MY PLATE. GET THIS DAMN CHICKEN OFF MY PLATE. NOW." The waiter quickly hurried over and grabbed the very small piece of chicken bit and threw it away. I moved back more. Nora seemed to calm down and returned to our conversation.

"So Harry where were we?"

I swallowed.

"Harry can I have a lock of your hair? For collecting. I love your hair and I just need to add it to my collection.

I dropped my fork.

"What?" I stammered.

Is this chick serious? There is no way I'd give her my hair, or anything else, for that matter.

"Uh…I'm sorry Nora, but I'm afraid this isn't working out." I set my napkin down on my plat and proceeded to get up Nora stood up and went over to me.

"Harry don't go, I need your hair." I quickly got out of her grasp and started walking away. Nora flung herself down at me. The other customers stared with shock in their faces.

"NORA GET OFF ME…" I struggled against her. She shrieked.

"NORA, PLEASE GET OFF." she still wouldn't get off. I tried pushing her away, using my upper body strengh, but she fought back. She clawed at my hair. Grabbing a fist full of it, i yelled when she pulled. I kicked her in the shins and tried my escape. No prevail. That's when i gave up.

"SOMEBODY HELP GET THIS CRAZY ASS PHSYCHOTIC BITCH OFF ME." It took fifteen people and a lot of kicking until I was finally free. I ran to my car and jumped in. Starting it, I drove out of the parking lot and down the streets. I drove for a while, trying to forget my crazy night. When I hit the edges of the city, the buildings disappeared, and the city roads became town roads. I eventually found myself in a good sized town, only a few miles away from the city, twenty five minutes at the most. I drove through the streets until I came upon a diner with the name of Jimmy's Diner and Dive. I pulled in and got out. What I needed was some coffee. I walked in and sat down at the bar. It was empty. The owner came out and asked me for my order.

"Could I have a vienta French vanilla frappe chino with two shots of mocha, with extra whip cream and syrup?" Jim chuckled.

"Sure." I looked around.

"You're very busy." I smiled a small smile. Jim chuckled.

"Yeah. We usually are, but it's late and the weekday. Plus I'm short one hand. The kid who usually does the coffee called in sick and I had to take over. Poor kid. He is what makes this place so popular. Best damn cook in the U.K. in my opinion." He handed me my drink and I paid him.

"Thanks." I bought a magazine and headed out, sipping my coffee. I got in, took a mental picture of where the diner was at and drove home. Once there I climbed into my way too big of a bed and flipped through my magazine. When I was done with my coffee and mag, I got up and washed for bed. I turned off the lights and stared up at the ceiling.

I found that I tended to think about my day when I was in bed. My deepest thoughts always pushed their way forward. I had grown tired of going on dates. They all ended up horrible. Which was why wasn't really picky about dating. Which was why I was living alone. And which was why I had no one, to share a bed with, no one to clutch against my chest with. I had my heart broken once. And that was four years ago. I had had a true love. One who I had loved with every fiber in my being. My love for them was extremely strong. But it wasn't meant to be. Stuff happened. People had been hurt. I...had been hurt...beyond what i could ever comprehend. I had forced myself to force that memory out. But still, the one who i had loved, had left a hole in my heart. One that couldn't be filled back up easily. Yeah I thought about them every day. But still. I reached over and reached in the drawer. I pulled out an old picture. It was folded in half. Even though it wasn't that old it had begun to show sign of wear. This picture was my most prized possession. I unfolded it and looked at it. My eyes began to fill with tears as I looked, memories pushing their way forward. I ended up letting it all out, and started to cry. Everything had come up front.

"Why? Why did you have to leave? I desperately needed you and you left. You were supposed to be my everything, my soul. But you left. Why did you leave me all alone? I could have been way better for you, You should have picked me instead. But you didn't. You said you loved "him". I can't stand it. I won't." A tear fell from my face and landed on the picture, right next to smiling face of a young, blue eyed boy with light brown hair and a smile that I loved. I had promised myself that i would never cry over him. But i couldn't help it. He...was my soul mate. I cried and cried and cried. I was all alone in a big bed, in a big room, which was in a big penthouse, located in a tall building, which was located in a huge city. And yet, despite all of the vastness, and of all the people, I was all alone. Liam had Zayne. Niall was happy being single at the moment. But the thing was, it had been a while since we had last chatted. And Louis...he was the reason why i was crying. But the only one who heard me cry was the silence. A silence that was always surrounding me, a silence that wouldn't-or couldn't- be filled. It mocked me, tortured me, taunted me, and beated me up until i broke down, shivering, getting drunk and staying in my room until i fell asleep, hoping to forget. That was the first stage. It happened a long time ago. I was in control now. But every so often, i would just very, like now. But this silence...it was a silence that drove me into depression. A completely dead, cruel, antagonizing silence. I fell asleep at last, my cheeks drenched in tears, and my body shivering, while around me, this silence laughed it's cruel, cold, heartless, emotionless laugh. It whispered to me. "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE ALONE HARRY. . ALWAYS." The picture was clutched very tightly against my chest, the only thing that i could hold on to.

HERE'S CHAPTER ONE. NEXT ONE WILL BE IN LOUIS'S POV. I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE LIKING THE STORY SO FAR. AND YES THIS STORY WILL HAVE A FEW DAN SCHENIDER REFERNCES. BUT ANYWAY. REVIEW PLEASE. NEXT UPAT EWILL BE LATER ON TODAY. UNTIL THEN.