HARRY STYLES POV

'Harry baby, I'm going to get a drink, would you like one?' The tall dirty blonde sitting next to me asked.

'Nah babe, I'm fine' I replied, thankful for her finally leaving.

Our last show in London went reasonably well I thought. I mean, besides me stuffing up every so often, it was possibly one of the best shows we've had, fun wise of course. Now at one of our band member's after party, I couldn't be any more bored.

Gazing around the room, I spotted Lou who was drunkenly snogging off some girls face. I think it was his on-off girlfriend Eleanor but who really knows. The somewhat infamous couple had begun dating in 2011, and nearly three years on I couldn't help but wonder why they were still together. The first year of their relationship was good, but I have a feeling that was due to all the touring we did through it, the second year not so well. Louis and Eleanor clashed a little bit too much for anyone's liking, at times even their own. They were just too much alike. I never really understood how opposites could attract, that was until those two got together. I won't even go into detail how many times they have fought in the past two years over stupid pointless things, breaking up for a few weeks then getting back together, always 'hooking up' with other people in between. Maybe their problem was they just got bored of shagging each other for too long that they just needed to spice things up, who knows? That's just one of the reasons why I prefer to stay single.

I once asked Louis how he did it, how he could handle all the bullshit that came with a girlfriend, especially one such as Eleanor. His answer: 'It's called love, young Harold, one day you'll understand.'

No I won't, or at least I hope I don't. I do not plan on having a relationship as dysfunctional as his own.

Zayn was only a few metres down from where Lou was going at it. He was chatting up the blonde who was sitting beside me before. Typical, she wasn't getting what she wanted out of me so she went for him. Ah well, he can have her; I'm not all that interested tonight.

Liam was on a couch beside me with his long term girlfriend Danielle. It was quite sweet how well they've lasted through everything. It was no surprise that Daddy Direction was going to be the first to settle down, we just didn't think it would be with the curly headed girl he met during X-Factor. She'd been with him since the beginning of our journey, it was romantic really. He truly loved her and he deserved to be happy.

Niall was next to me talking to some guy, he looked familiar but I honestly couldn't be bothered thinking about it. Niall was also single. Me, Niall and Zayn forever alone, not much had changed.

'Oi mate', I interrupted, 'I'm going to go now, if that blonde babe Ally-'

'Abby', he corrected, causing me to throw him a warning look. I really was not in the mood

'If that blonde babe Abby comes back looking for me from whatever she's doing with Zayn, could you tell her I was tired or something so I went home?' I asked, 'or not, it doesn't really matter' I threw in carelessly.

'Alright' Niall replied, 'But where are you going?'

'I dunno, out? Maybe home? But somewhere other than here, this party blows.'

In all honestly the party wasn't that bad, I had just been in a bad mood since the end of our show.

I couldn't get the girl in the front row out of my head. I said it had been the best show funwise and it was, all because of her. Throughout the rest of the show we had been creating little dance moves of our own, as well as she would purposely cause me to stuff up. She was fun. I didn't know a single thing about her but she was fun, and she didn't care what anyone thought of her. I liked that

After coming out from our last costume change I was disappointed in seeing that both her and her friend had left. It definitely put a damper on the rest of the night.

I decided to go against my originally decision to avoid having anything to do with her and get one of security to get her number for me. It wouldn't be a first so I hadn't had anything to worry about, I knew they would do it, It just wasn't expected the girl to have left. I didn't know if I'd ever see her again, especially with my life being as hectic as it is and that made me feel sort of disheartened.

I planned to get over it by coming out tonight, getting drunk and getting laid.

But I figured it wouldn't be happening here.

As I was leaving, I quickly grabbed a decent sized bottle of vodka sitting on a table besides the door. I wasn't completely sober, but I wasn't drunk enough yet and not knowing where my night was headed, I thought I might as well be prepared.

X

Walking along the rather quiet London streets, I decided that this wasn't the greatest idea I've ever had. It was freezing, I was alone, and this wasn't exactly fun. I usually liked being alone, not that I ever got that much time to be so, but tonight was different.

I could easily just walk into a club or just go home but something kept telling me not too. I felt like I should just keep walking. Maybe I was a little bit more wasted that I thought? Or I was just crazy?

That's when I saw the empty looking Starbucks. It looked like it was open, surprisingly. I didn't think Starbucks would be open at 1am.

The feeling I had told me to go into it, yep I'm definitely going crazy, so feeling that it would be a hell of a lot warmer than out here I did, a body slamming into me as I entered, Frappuccino spilling down my top, greaaaaaaat.

'Oh my gosh, I am so so so sorry' a sweet voice rang from the girl just a few inches shorter than myself.

'Let me help you clean that up' she continued, tilting her head to look up at me, her familiar brown orbs widening.

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PS. Nothing against Eleanor, just fits the story xo