Chasing the Sun

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COMPLETED. Alira Somers. A 19 year old girl who isn't that much of a fan of One Direction. But her best friend, Jenna, won tickets to a little 'promo' about One Direction. Little did they know, One Direction was performing. That's where they lay eyes on both of them for the first time. That's when Alira changed her views on them. That's when 2/5 will fall for her. That's when all hell breaks loose in her life.

**Blurb is misleading, it isn't as good as I thought it would be. Personally, it's not my best but by all means, if you want to read it go ahead! Just let me warn you, it's not as good as the blurb says.


46. Chapter 46: day with Haz

Chapter 46: day with Haz


I adjusted my clothes as I stood in the mirror. I fixed my mast printed singlet, draping it over my leather tights. I slipped into my cream pumps and grabbed my black bag. I took hold of my phone and texted Harry, telling him I was on my way. I walked out the door while yelling at everyone in the house that I was leaving. 

I drove down to Harry’s hotel and went straight up to his room. I knocked on the door and he opened it. I smiled at him but then my eyes raked over his body. He was shirtless and was standing in grey skinny jeans. I took in his abs, his shoulders and his arms. My cheeks flushed red and I quickly diverted my eyes.

‘It’s okay to look, y’know.’ He said and I turned to look at him and he had a smirk on his face. I went even redder.

‘Shut up, Harry.’ I quickly said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

‘It’s okay, Ali. I know I have a body of a Greek God.’ He said very cockily while stepping out of the way to let me in. I walked in and playfully slapped his stomach. 

‘Your dreams are very vivid, Harry.’ I joked. 

‘They must be if you’re really here.’ He said with a joking tone but there seemed to be something serious behind his words. I looked at him confusedly and his lips turned up into a smirk. I rolled my eyes at him and looked around the room.

‘Bloody hell, Haz. You do know you’re not a pig right? Clean your room!’ I scolded him as I eyed all the clothes, pizza boxes, chocolate wrappers and shoes thrown all around the room.

‘They said to make yourself at home. So, i did.’ He shrugged his shoulders, picking up a random shirt on the floor and putting it on. 

‘Have you washed that?’ I asked, gesturing to the black shirt he wore.

‘Um.... uh... maybe?’ He said as he thought about it.

‘You’re such a guy, Harry.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘A famous guy that needs to watch his fashion before the paparazzi pulls it up and criticises everything he’s wearing.’ I said pointedly. He groaned aloud.

‘Why am I famous.’ He grumbled to himself and I laughed lightly.

‘Just wear a clean shirt, Harry. it’s not that hard.’ i pushed him towards the bedroom and his shoulders hunched.

‘Yeah, yeah.’ I heard him mutter.

Several minutes later he walked out in a white, body hugging shirt. His curls were pushed slightly to the side, yet all over his face. His gold watch clasped around his left wrist and a dog tag and cross necklace around his neck. Black leather shoes were on his feet. 

‘You really love checking me out don’t you?’ He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

‘Whatever, Haz. I was just making sure you look decent.’ I shot back with a wink.

‘Okay, let’s go Ali baby.’ He grabbed my hand and steered me out of his hotel room.

‘Um, can I have my hand back?’ I asked innocently. We were well away from the hotel building by now and he was still holding my hand. I can hear distant camera clicks and I was starting to feel anxious. I don’t want to be put out there for this. I want to be put out there for my work.

‘Nope.’ He grinned.

‘Harry, people are taking photos.’ I said quietly. 


‘I don’t want them to. Harry, please don’t make me go through this.’

‘Friends hold hands, right?’

‘We may know that we’re friends but they don’t. I don’t want to be called “Harry Styles’ mystery girl”.’

He looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds. I could still hear the clicks going off and I bet they were going on and on about who I am and that. I was starting to feel slightly self conscious. I felt intimidated. Harry then sighed and let go of my hand.

‘Sometimes I hate being famous.’ He grumbled and I laughed lightly.

‘But you’re living the dream, Haz.’ I mused and we walked on.

For hours we spent walking around Paris. We laughed, told stories, ate ice-cream. I’ve missed him. Even if it was only three weeks ago I last saw him, I’ve really missed him. He was the only one who was open to his feelings, his thoughts. He never once hesitated to make me feel better or tell me the truth. 

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I chose Harry over Louis. If I chose Harry would he have left me like Louis did? Or would try and maintain our relationship? Would he have moved on with his ex before break up with me? Or would he have walked away from her? Should I have chosen Harry? I feel like the answer was right there. Yes, I should have. Harry knows me more better than Louis. Harry understands me. Harry is always there for me. I don’t know if I do regret choosing Louis because I know that my time with Louis was fun and daring and happy. But I have this heavy feeling that I should have chosen Harry. That I only chose Louis because I liked him first. 

By the end of the day, I’ve never felt so happy in my life. I don’t if what Louis said was true but I know that I never stopped liking him. He’s a great guy.

‘Stay at mine tonight?’ Harry asked out of the blue.

‘Why?’ I questioned.

‘Louis’ out with El and I have the room to myself for tonight. We can just watch a movie?’ He suggested.

‘I would say yes if i had clothes.’ 

‘You can borrow mine.’

‘That’s a little weird...’

‘No, it’s not. Pleeeeeease, Ali.’ He pouted and his eyes bulged out like puppy dog eyes.

‘You look like a puppy.’ I cooed.

‘So, you’ll stay at mine?’ 

‘I never said that.’

‘Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease.’ He put the puppy dog face to the extreme and there was no way I could say no to it.

‘Ugh, fine! Don’t ever make that face again, you’re going to end up buying the world with it.’ I grumbled.

‘Yessss!’ He fist pumped the air with a wide grin stretched across his face.






I know it’s short and it wasn’t much but this was just a filler chapter. i had absolutely no motivation for this chapter, I’m sorry.


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