That One Night

There's always that night that you look forward too. That one night where everything has to go perfect. For me, that night is prom. It's our only night where it doesn't matter who you are, or what you've done. It's our only night to be who you are. But could meeting someone famous get in the way on that one night?


16. Chapter 16


A childhood friend? That's all he was saying I was to him. Harry was still staring at me as the tears were forming in my eyes. I couldn't stay here anymore. I turned around and ran to where the exit was.

"Sarah!" Harry shouted. I spun round quickly.

"What are you doing?! You're in the middle of an interview!" I shouted at him.

"I don't care, I need to talk to you," he said.

"I don't care what you have to say Harry," I told him starting to walk away. He grabbed my arms and pulled me close to him. I looked round frantically just in case someone saw us.

"I don't care," Harry said lifting my chin up. I looked into his eyes but the tears started falling down my face.

"I can't Harry," I sniffed untangling my arms. I started to walk away, wiping my eyes. He didn't shout my name again.


I'd lost her forever. There was nothing I could do that could sort out this mess. I felt lost as I walked back to the set. They will definitely ask me why I ran off like that and I really can't deal with that right now. I got there and the boys were all laughing and joking with Colleen. I stayed still waiting for the interview to finish. I walked back to the dressing room with the boys in silence. As soon as we got through the doors questions were fired from all of them, wanting to know what was happening.

"I've messed up," I said throwing my hands up in the air. I sat down and put my head in my hands. "I don't know what to do anymore," I said quietly.

"Mate we're here for you, talk to us about it?" Liam asked me. So after explaining everything to the boys they looked at me as if I was stupid. Then it hit me. I knew exactly what to do.

"But what about management?" I asked.

"Screw management Harry, do what you have to do!" Louis shouted at me. I jumped up and gave them all a massive bear hug.

"Thanks guys!" I shouted running out of the door.


I threw the rest of my clothes in my suitcase. We were going home at nine o'clock tonight. When I get back tomorrow I have two days to get myself ready for prom. I keep getting loads of texts from Harry but I've ignored them all. Nothing he can do will make me change my mind about him. He played me, and even if I don't understand, he can't treat me like this. Just then my phone beeped.

It read "I'm so sorry for everything that I've put you through Sarah. I know you don't deserve that. I would be saying this to you in person but it's not the right time. Please just don't forget me? Love Harry." Why would it not be the right time for him to talk to me? I threw my phone back down on my bed and finished my packing.


As we got on the plane I was hoping for Harry to come running down the corridor and confess his dying love for me, but then I realised that this wasn't a love story, just a story.


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