Nicki called me into her office first thing on Monday morning to tell me that she would be sending me to cover the Team Leader role temporarily in Cardiff from 20th July, which gave me two weeks to organise my workload in London and prepare for the move. Sarah and Gary were dismayed when I told them about my plans, and tried to make me promise this was just a temporary move while I got over Harry.

Obviously I couldn't make any promises of this sort, because I simply didn't know how it would turn out. I was determined to grab this opportunity with both hands and see where it led, and I certainly didn't want my career decisions influenced by my feelings towards Harry. I had stayed off Twitter, and scrolled past any One Direction stories on the Daily Mail Showbiz (including one about Harry attending a Fourth of July party in Malibu, where he was dressed all in white and made my breath catch in my throat as the picture whizzed past in my feed.)

Although I was deliberately avoiding all information regarding any of the boys, unfortunately I knew their tour schedule, and was aware their first show on the US leg of the tour was the ninth of July in San Diego. On Friday morning I caught sight of an article about Harry falling over on stage at this concert, and couldn't help myself from playing the video.

It was with amusement that I watched him get his mic stand caught, and take several long strides sideways before collapsing in a heap on the stage during Through The Dark. I watched it several times, before biting my lip and opening Twitter to search for more videos of it. I found it from a few different angles, and chuckled to myself at the sheepish look on his face, and Niall's laugh in the background.

I felt a pang of longing, and had a sudden urge to text him and laugh with him about it, before I remembered I was probably the last person he wanted to hear from, and quickly locked my phone and shoved it into my handbag. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I missed him terribly.

Adam had texted me after our date and asked to take me out again the following weekend, but I was missing home, and instead headed out of London after work on Friday to stay at my parents' house for the weekend. I felt a wave of sadness as soon as I pulled into the driveway as I remembered the last time I had been here it had been with Harry, when he had let me drive his car to hide it from the group of fans waiting on the pavement outside.

I spent the weekend watching chick flicks and eating ice cream with Maddie, and a couple of times I took a sneaky peek on Twitter at some of the 1D Update accounts I used to follow, just to check out pictures of the boys at the Santa Clara show. Harry was looking amazing, of course, and showed no signs of heartbreak or distress, which compounded my determination to move on with my life and forget him.

I was surprised to receive a text from Sarah on Monday night as I was arriving back at my flat after work, that simply said, Twitter. #ZAYNHASNOCHILL

I grinned and opened up my Twitter app to see Zayn was the hot topic of discussion, '#ZAYNHASNOCHILL' was trending and there had apparently been some furious tweets sent from Zayn's account to Naughty Boy. It looked as though that friendship was well and truly over. I imagined Louis' smirk when he saw this latest installment, and felt slightly victorious on his behalf, especially as it had pissed Harry off so profoundly when I had tweeted my support of Louis during Naughty Boy's attack on him back in May. I scanned through the 1D Updates and came across a hilarious (and old) picture of Louis looking particularly smug, so I saved it to my phone and then, feeling reckless, tweeted it with the hashtag.

Instantly my Twitter mentions blew up but I didn't bother to look at them as I knew they would all be asking the same thing: what was going on with me and Harry and Louis. I saw a text come through from Sarah, and then Nicki, and then Maddie, but I didn't open them, and instead went out for a run (something I hadn't done for ages), took a shower when I got back, and then watched a bit of TV before heading to bed.

It was the next morning before I properly looked at my phone again.

Fifteen new messages.

From: Sarah: HAHAHAHA as if you tweeted that picture of Louis, that's hilarious!!! xxx

From: Sarah: PS do you think he'll text you? xxx

From: Sarah: Louis, I mean. I reckon he will xxx

From: Nicki: Nice tweet! xx

From: Callie: You know what happens when you play with fire. You get burned! xx

From: Unknown: Hey, how are you? Hope you're good.x

From: Calvin: Zayn has no chill? What are you, 12?

From: Adam: Hi, did you have a good time with your parents? Fancy going for a bite to eat this weekend? Let me know when you're free :) x

From: O2 Alerts: Your O2 bill is now ready to view. Text STOP to opt out of these alerts.

From: Mum: Hi love. You left your

From: Mum: jeans here under the bed. xx

From: Maddie: OMG OMG OMG why are you tweeting pictures of Louis????

From: Maddie: Jess! Text me xxx

From: Maddie: JJJEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS xxx

From: Gary: Just when I thought you were finally over your 1D craze... slacker x

I didn't have time to start replying to these, as I knew half of them would end up turning into full-blown text conversations, so I locked my phone again and headed to work with a faint smirk on my face.

When I checked my phone again upon arriving in the office I had another text, that made me forget all about the other messages.

From: Louis Tomlinson: Cheeky

I sighed. I had been doing so well in cutting One Direction out of my life, and now I felt like I had taken a bit of a step backwards. It had been a stupid move, really, sending that tweet. It had just drawn attention to me when it was the last thing I wanted, and had obviously caught Louis' attention when he wasn't even mentioned. Which meant he must have me added to one of his Twitter Lists, which meant he could still see my stuff.

This thought filled me with elation and dread at the same time. My inner Directioner had been muted for a few weeks now, and while I was feeling marginally better about everything, I couldn't deny I missed the band. Not just because I now knew them personally, but because I missed being a fan. I missed discussing them with Sarah and Nicki. I missed watching the video clips of their concerts on Twitter. And above all, I missed Harry.

But did I want to rake all that up again? The paps had left me alone pretty much since the fuss over me kissing Louis had died down. My life was getting back to normal, at long last. I wanted nothing more than to fade into the background and go about my business without anyone knowing who I was. One of my biggest fears at the moment was that the staff in the Cardiff office would treat me differently if someone recognised me. And tweeting stupid pictures and hashtags was not the way to ensure anonymity.

I opened up Twitter and looked at the tweet. It had over eight thousand retweets and five thousand favourites. I sneaked a look at my mentions, and as I suspected, people were all over it, asking if I was back with Harry, or was I now with Louis, what was my problem with Zayn... It was endless. I was such an idiot. I contemplated deleting the tweet altogether, but then decided the damage was already done, and I didn't want to cause any further speculation.

I went back to my messages and looked at Louis' text. I thought for a moment.

To: Louis Tomlinson: Lol

I wasn't laughing out loud, but then, who actually is when they say 'lol'?

I got a response immediately.

From: Louis Tomlinson: Karen's mad. I'm surprised you didn't get a call.

I felt fury rising in me.

To: Louis Tomlinson: Karen can fück off

From: Louis Tomlinson: Hahahahaha !

From: Louis Tomlinson: I take it she didn't call?

To: Louis Tomlinson: She wouldn't dare! No NDA, remember? I hold the trump card.

From: Louis Tomlinson: You're a fuckįng legend

To: Louis Tomlinson: :)

"What are you smiling at?" Sarah asked, sitting down next to me with a McDonalds breakfast wrap. I handed my phone to her and she squealed as she read the texts.

"I told you! I told you he'd text you!" she said excitedly, and I grinned. "Have you heard from Harry lately?" she asked gingerly, after a moment.

"No," I replied, "but I'm not expecting to."

Sarah didn't answer, and when I looked up she was looking at me intently.

"What?" I asked.

"I just thought he would have been in touch by now, begging for forgiveness," she shrugged.

"Why would he?" I asked, curiously. "He practically told me to get lost."

She shook her head wordlessly and then took another bite of her wrap and chewed it thoughtfully. "I thought he'd come running as soon as you went on that date with Adam."

"He doesn't know about it," I told her. "At least, I presume he doesn't. As far as I know there were no paps around. I'm old news now. And I don't know how else he would know about it."

"Trust me, these things have a way of getting found out," she declared. "He'll know by now."

"Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed. "He wouldn't even care anyway. He dumped me, remember? And then admitted he'd set me up to save his reputation. He won't be interested in what I'm doing."

Sarah just shrugged, and we sat in silence for a couple more minutes.

"So are you over him then?" she asked. "Harry, I mean."

My stomach lurched. "No," I confessed. "I'm getting there, but I still think about him all the time. I really miss him. Like, really miss him."

"It must be difficult, him being famous," she mused. "You can never really have a clean break. He'll always be there, just a Google search away."

I laughed at this. "True. But the stuff on Google wouldn't give me an insight into what he's really doing. I've learnt that Harry kept his true self hidden from everyone, including the media and including me."

"Where does Adam fit into all this?" she asked.

"Who knows?" I shrugged. "He's a nice guy, but I've only met him twice. I'd like to see him again, to see where it leads, but I'm keeping him at arm's length until I'm over Harry."

"Does one ever get over Harry Styles?" Sarah asked snootily, lifting her head and looking down her nose at me theatrically.

"I guess I'm about to find out," I sighed.

"I hope you do," she said, getting up to throw her empty McDonalds bag in the bin. "I miss having someone to speculate with over the latest scandal with that band."

I grinned. "I miss that too."

She sat back down and opened Twitter and began scrolling through her feed, and I watched over her shoulder as countless pictures and videos of the boys sailed past. My stomach lurched every time I saw a picture of Harry, and after a minute I began to feel nauseous from it. I was just about to turn away when a caption caught my eye.

"What was that?" I gasped, and Sarah looked up in alarm. "Go back, go back," I urged.

"To what?" she asked in confusion, and began to scroll slowly backwards while I stared over her shoulder, my heart pounding.

"There!" I said, and she stopped on a picture of what looked like the wall inside a clothes shop, with row after row of white t-shirts. The caption was 'Harry posted this on Instagram earlier!'

I knew, before Sarah had even tapped on the picture, before she had opened Instagram and before she had found the post on Harry's profile, what the caption would be.

Even so, my stomach did a spectacular backflip as the picture loaded up and I read the words beneath:

Hey there Delilah.

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Two days to go until our Newcastle show! I have plans for another sign, determined to get Harry's attention again after last time. I'll post the pictures and videos on Twitter so follow me @scooby_snacks94

Next update will be Wednesday, unless Harry has fallen in love with me by then and whisked me off somewhere exotic. I can dream :)

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