Why Did You Leave? (1D fanfic)

Georgia used to be really good friends with Harry. But then he left to audition for the X-Factor. Would he ever remember the friend he left behind? Please no hate :)


2. Meeting the rest of the band

"How has things been going with the band?" I asked, trying to stop myself from screaming. 

"It has been OK. I wanted to call you to let you know I haven't forgotten about you and to let you know I miss you." Harry replied. 

"Aw, I miss you too. Are you in town?" I asked, crossing my fingers to hope I could see him. 

"Yeah, we're doing a concert tonight, do you want to come along? I can get you in for free, if you want." He asked, his voice sounding hopeful. 

"Sure! I would love to!" I gushed out. A smile spreading along my face. 

"Great! I will pick you up in half an hour, you can spend all day with us if you want, get to know us before you have to spend tonight with us." 



"Bye."  I hung up and put my phone down and ran to the shower.

I got changed into my skinny jeans and my light blue tank top. I grabbed my converses and put them on and put on some make-up on. I tied my damp hair up into a ponytail and grabbed my handbag and threw my phone into it. I got a text message asking me where I lived and realised I forgot to tell him I don't live with my parents any more  I text him my address and waited for him to arrive. When the doorbell finally went I ran to the door and answer it. 

"Harry!" I nearly screamed and hugged him. 

"Georgia! It's been ages!" and we walked to the car. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. 

"Shopping." He informed me and gave me a smile. 

"I love shopping." I giggled. 

"I know." Harry said and opened the limo door for me. I slid in and sat next to Louis. Harry got in and sat next to me. 

"Hey, you must be Georgia, Harry tells us about you all the time." Louis grinned at me. 

"Hey." I muttered, one thing I hate about myself is that I'm very shy. 

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