He's Leading Me In One Direction... (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five

     The next day, I was sitting in class, studying my notes as everyone else continued their classworks. I had finished early, as usual. I felt my phone vibrate from my pocket. My ringtone started blaring into the quiet room. People looked up from their work and a few girls giggled. I blushed and swore under my breath as I struggled to get it out of my pocket.

     "Miss Wood." the professor sighed. I looked up at him, resorting to hitting my pocket to make my loud ringtone stop. When it finally did, I held my breath.

     "I'm so sorry, Mr-" He put up his hand to stop me.

     "Don't let it happen again, Miss Wood." I nodded as everyone continued with their work. When he looked down at his papers again I took my phone out and immediately turned the sounds off, then I looked at the caller ID. It was Harry. I couldn't help but open up the text message.

I miss you :)

     I checked to make sure the professor was still preoccupied. He was, I quickly texted Harry back.

I'm in class. I'll text you when I get out of hell lol :)

     An hour later I was allowed to go home for the day. I sighed of relief and started walking back to my apartment. I knew from experience that walking and texting in New York City was difficult.

     "Who's this Harry you're texting?" someone said. I spun around to see the girl who sat next to me in class. I shook my head, pretending to be confused.

     "What?" She smiled and narrowed her eyes at me.

     "Don't play stupid with me, Sky. I saw your text. Who is Harry, why does he miss you and is his last name what I think it is?" She pointed to a magazine stand. I took a closer look at it to see a picture of Harry and me at McDonalds from the other day. My heart broke just a little more. Seeing us so happy when that couldn't happen again for six more weeks. That sadness was quickly replaced with panic. Instead of screaming and running around like an idiot, I calmly took out my phone and took a picture of the photo and sent it to Harry, captioned: Interesting, I've never read this article. I wonder what it's about?

     I continued walking down to my apartment, ignoring the girl who was following me, shouting, "Who is he?" I walked into the lobby and sent Frank a 'help me' look. He nodded and stepped in front of the girl, stopping her endless voice.

     "I'm sorry. Only residents are allowed in the elevator. Unless you'd like a room, I suggest you go and leave my costumers alone." he said. She sighed and stomped out. I muttered a thanks to Frank and left to my room. As I walked through the door a slight burst of anger ran through me. I slammed the door shut, making Nina and Ruby flinch from on the couch.

     "What's wrong?" Nina asked. The anger had grown so large I was almost at blind rage. My version of blind rage is practically going Godzilla; tipping over tables, screaming at people trying to help me, and swearing til I felt the need to sleep in a church with a cross in my arms.

     "This godamn picture is what's going on!" I yelled. I showed her the picture, sitting down and trying to calm myself down. Nina's eyes widened when she saw the picture.

     "And this was on a magazine?" she asked quietly. I nodded, not able to get my voice to work. I was beginning to tear up. I was on my period too, so all the emotions I had been hiding were bursting out of me. I started sobbing into my hands. Nina knew enough to just let me cry til I calmed down. When I did, I felt lonely. I simply closed my eyes and sat there. Nina came over and hugged me. I hugged her back, but still felt lonely. But I knew exactly who I needed to see. Just then my cellphone rang from Nina's hand. She gave it to me and we both read it.

I'm so sorry, Sky. I didn't know the press would find out about our date.

     I replied back:

I want to talk to you, face to face. Here's my Skype:BlueSkyWoods1218

     I turned to Nina.

     "You should try to Skype Zayn or something." I said, then rushed to my room and onto my laptop. I logged onto my Skype and waited about five minutes. It was absolute torture. Then I got a Skype request. I immediately accepted it and waited til I saw the face on the screen. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Harry. "Hey, I-"

     "You're not breaking up with me, are you?" he asked. I shook my head.

     "No, absolutely not. I just wanted to talk to you about that picture." I said. He seemed to relax a little. "Are we keeping our reletionship a secret?" I asked. "I mean, do we have to?"

     "Do you want your privacy? When the press find out we are dating, you won't have privacy. You'll be practically famous." I bit my lip. Did I want that? Did I want to be famous?

     "How about this: if anyway asks if you and I are dating, we'll say yes. But we can't just randomly blurt it out." I suggested. He nodded.

     "I've been getting tired of hiding it, too." he said. I nodded.

     "I miss you." I said quietly. He smiled.

     "I miss you, too." I grinned.

     "Six weeks is taking a lot longer than I thought." He laughed. I smiled at his laugh. "Tell the guys I said hi?" He nodded.

     "We're doing a live radio show tomorrow at nine. Will you watch it?" he asked.

     "Yeah, sure. Text me the website and I'll watch it." I said.

     "OK, I got to get back to rehearsals. Bye, babe!"

     "Text me!" I smiled one last time before the call ended. I sighed. At least I was going to watch him live the next day. I walked into the other room to see Nina sitting on the couch, just as I left her. "The guys are having a life radio show tomorrow. You going to watch it?" She shook her head.

     "No."

     "What? Why?" I asked, apalled that she'd say that. "It's a chance to see your boyfriend!"

     "Skylar, it's like what you said. The more you don't think about it, the faster it will come. So, I am not going to see, think, or hear anything about Z-" She stopped herself. "Even saying his name will slow time down." She hugged a pillow to her chest and pouted her lips. I patted her head and shook my head at how she was acting.

     "But if you don't talk to him, he might think you're mad at him. Don't make him upset." I told her. She reluctantly nodded and sighed.

     "Fine, I'll watch the radio show and text him." She smiled. I gave her an oreo as a reward. She scowled at me, but ate it anyways. Since we were both excited for the next day, we decided to watch a long movie and drink warm milk and eat oreos throughout it. Therefore, we'd fall asleep easier. It didn't seem to work after a little while, so we started talking about the guys until we both ended up falling asleep on the couch.