I lay on the new bed, staring up at the new ceiling, listening to Lady GaGa’s Born This Way. Yeah, I know I’m a science geek but I still listen to some music. I had called my parents earlier, telling them that I would be staying with a “friend” for at least a year. They said OK, no surprise…since they were tied up in the States for at least that time.
But this time, afterwards, I actually cried. I haven’t seen my mum or pop for at least two years, always stuck with a nanny. Their work always came before me. Nothing else, not even my sixteenth birthday.
“Axle, are you, crying?” A soft, deep voice whispers.
I jolt upwards, my hands rubbing at my wet face. I stare at Harry through my blurred vision.
“No, it’s just, something got in my eye,” I lie…so smoothly.
Harry shakes his head, “You’re a rotten liar.”
I stick my tongue out at him, “Whatever.”
He holds out a hand, “Come on, I want to show you something.”
I lay back down on my bed, flicking my hand at him, “No thanks.”
But without permission, Harry walks over to me and picks me up, and I just stare at him in utter shock.
“Harry, put me the eff down now!” I squeal, trying to escape from his grasp.
I’m weak as hell.
“Come on Axle, you made a deal. You would stay with me as I tried to prove there that’s this world where Science isn’t the answer. You have to do what I say,” Harry whines, taking the steps slowly.
“You never said that!” I snap at him.
He shrugs his shoulder, almost losing his grip on me, I grasp his shirt tighter so I won’t fall, “Yah, well Axle, it was implied.”
I sigh, “At least put me down, I do have two legs of my own, and they do fully work.”
He smirks, “Why didn’t you say so, Axle?”
I glare at him, “Now, dog.”
“Woof.” He drops me, softly.
I land on my bum and I narrow my eyes at Harold. He just gives me an innocent smile and holds out a hand. I grab it and lift myself up, brushing my jumper and sweats off.
Harry walks out the front door and me at his heels, begging him to tell me where we are going.
“Styles, man, please!” I beg as soon as we hit the sidewalk.
Harry shakes his head, determined to keep it a secret. I sigh and walk next to him, my hands shoved inside my sweats, as the cold London air sweeps right through my jumper. Even though it isn’t Christmas, yet, London is always chilly.
I think back to what he told me, before he brought me to his house. If he won’t tell me about where we’re going, maybe he’ll tell me more about himself, at least.
“What did you mean that your mum pushed you to do something you couldn’t have done with your own guts?” I look earnestly at him, awaiting a reply.
Harry’s eyes brighten slightly and then he shoves his own hands inside his jean pockets, before looking over at me smiling brightly, “She signed me up for the X Factor.”
My jaw drops, “The show with mean judge AKA Simon Cowell?”
Harry nods, a slight worry in his eyes glittering.
“Wow,” I murmur, looking back down at the sidewalk. “When is the audition?”
[A/N: Ok, so I had all the details down for his audition but then they got deleted and I can’t find the site anymore so…I’m guessing, on most of this.]
“This Sunday, on the 19th.”
My jaw drops, again. “That’s only five days from now, aren’t you freaking out?!”
He shrugs his shoulders, “Here and there but I’ve performed before, so I kind of got used to the jitters.”
“Well, good luck, Styles.” I whisper, giving him a slight smile.
“Would mean the world if you tagged along.”
My heart stops, “Oh no, I couldn’t. Just bring your family, I’ll stay home and watch it from the telly.”
Harry stops and turns to me, “Please, Axle.”
I fall prey to those stunning green eyes. “Fine.”
He smiles, “Good, because we’ve reached our destination.”
I turn my head to look at where he was pointing at. My lock my jaw, but the scene still shocks me.
“This isn’t the first time we’ve met, is it?”