I was miserable all afternoon at work yesterday and it didn't help that Zayn kept reminding me of how much of an idiot I am with his I told you so's. Harry was acting so odd yesterday and he definitely wasn't himself.

I want to call him and ask him why he is doing this, but my heart won't be able to cope hearing its favourite sound. If I text him, he will probably ignore me anyway so I've decided to leave it. I did storm off yesterday, but what did he expect?

I can't be bothered doing anymore work as I'm not mentally in the right headspace at the moment to be writing my article. I'm happy with its progress so far though.

I close all my tabs and open a new chrome browser. I haven't been on social media in a couple of days and in all honesty I've been so caught up with all the things happening in my life that I've only touched my phone to text and call people.

Signing into Twitter I begin scrolling through what my favourite celebrities tweet and some of my journo acquaintances. Halfway through my feed I see a tweet from Harry's Twitter which is run by his management team and thankfully that doesn't include David as these are the tech guys. I don't want to click on the account, but a little Twitter stalking never hurt nobody.  

I see some of the recent activity and notice that their is a recent favourited tweet. It's a photograph of Harry and a girl. They both have beer in their hands and she has blood shot eyes. Harry is looking down at her and by the looks of it, her top that she may as well not be wearing because it is very revealing. They're drunk. I was hoping this photo was from a while ago, but my heart aches in my chest when I see that it was from an hour ago.

Surprisingly I'm not jealous, I'm just excruciatingly mad. The ache in my heart is gone and anger takes over. I slam my MacBook shut and grab my keys. I need to go for a drive.

*
That song that reminded me of Harry and I of course has to come on the radio as I'm on my way. It's called secret love song and I can't handle hearing it so I change the station.

I turn left into the all so familiar street that I spent two great weeks of my life in. The lights are on in the large apartment with beautiful gardens that I adore. The blinds are open and as I pull into the kerb I can see figures moving inside. I turn my car off so it's more quiet and as I do I can hear the music faintly from where I am, but it must be blaring inside.

I don't know why on earth I drove here, but I guess I was wrong in thinking that he wouldn't move on so quickly. I see another car pull up behind me and the window goes down, followed by a man in black with a camera leaning outside the window. Of course paparazzi. Why does Harry have his blinds open? It's almost as if he wants people to see what's going on inside.

I see Niall's blonde hair with a brunette girl who is much shorter than he is. Liam soon walks by too and when I lean backwards more towards the back of the car I see the figure of the man I know all too well. His curls are pushed back off of his face and tied into a bun. I barely see him with that bun, only when he's training. 

The next thing I see is that girl with black hair who was in that Twitter photo. Harry takes a sip of his beer and the girl starts talking to him again. Soon after I see him laughing - he used to laugh at me like that. The girl starts talking again and I see Harry move his lips - to answer her or say something in response. She's leaning awfully close to him and he moves closer to her. I can't look anymore - I look away and turn my car on. I've seen enough already. 

Why did I drive here?

The black car, which hides easily in the dark unlike my white one remains parked behind me and I don't care if they see me because they obviously have, but I just need to get the hell out of here. My tyres screech as I turn the wheel as sharp as I can, not bothered to do a three point turn to get out of this place. Before I know it I'm out of the street and on my way home. 

Harry's POV:

I barely ever turn to alcohol. Honestly, I haven't drunk in years before I met her. I thought she changed me for the better, but I feel worse. This annoying chick with a face only a drunk guy could love has been at me for hours and I honestly just want her to fuck off, but obviously she hasn't caught the messages i'm sending her through my short responses and asshole attitude. She's driving me up the wall, so here's to another drink. 

I used to think the company of another woman would heal my heart and help me forget, but not anymore. It's worse on my behalf because I keep comparing the two and how much Ella shits on this girl who I don't even know the name of. 

"You know, I thought the booze would make you more fun, but it hasn't." She slurs.

"What?" I hear her perfectly, but hopefully if I keep pretending to not hear her she will get pissed off and leave me the fuck alone. 

"I said you know, I thought-" I hold my hand up to silence her as I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. The music is so loud that I can't even hear myself read the message. This is the first and last time I let Liam use my speaker system. I read my phone and see that I have a message from the person I hate the most. 

David: I've sent round some photographers to take photos of your little party. Open your blinds so we have a view.

I hate opening my blinds, it's the most invasive thing about a house. Everyone can see right through here, downstairs as I only have my upstairs windows tinted. I get up and ignore the irritating pesky voice that calls after me, asking where I'm going. I press the button which cost me a fortune but is worth it as it automatically opens my blinds. Saves me doing it although I never open them anyway. 

I take a seat back on the lounge and the girl has her phone out. 

"What are you doing?" I ask her.

"Take a photo with me." She leans back into me and I look down at her as I am caught off guard. "I love it." She shows me the photo she took and it is not what it looks like in person. It looks like I'm into her, staring down her top that she may as well not wear because her tits are about to fall out of it any second. 

"Don't post that anywhere. Delete it." I tell her and try to grab her phone, but she moves it away from me. 

"So he does talk. That's the most you've said to me all night." She laughs and her bleached teeth come in view. She reminds me of someone off that show Geordie Shore, except even those girls are better than her. I must've been in thought and forgot about the girl with that photo that I don't want anyone to see. She's not on her phone anymore so I hope she didn't post it anywhere.

"As I was saying before, I thought the booze would make you more fun, but it hasn't."

"You might want to speak up, I can't hear you." I see her roll her eyes and I internally laugh. I look at my phone again to check the time. It's barely late for party people like I used to be. I just can't wait until they all leave.

*

It's been about an hour and I haven't listened to anything the girl has said. I've just been noddingmy head and she's too drunk to realise I'm not paying attention. I've had three beers which made me tipsy and light headed because I'm not a drinker. My mates call me a pussy, but at least my kidneys are healthier than theirs. 

I see lights in the corner of my eye, but I don't look in their direction as it is David's photographers. I can't look their way, it'll be too obvious. The lights soon turn off as the vehicle must be pulled to a stop. 

"You're really annoying." She tells me.

"Glad the feelings are mutual then." I take a sip from my beer as Niall walks past, probably to go back to the chick that he must be banging somewhere. He better clean up after himself. I then see more lights in the corner of my eye. Another car? How many is David sending? Probably a whole army knowing him. 

Next Liam walks past too and I begin to think they're having a threesome or something. I chuckle at my own joke and the girl was obviously still talking because she thinks I'm laughing at her. 

"You thought I was funny?"

"What?" I'm trying this for my third time lucky.

"You're really deaf." She rolls her eyes. Hopefully they'll roll into the back of her head and she will leave me alone finally. She leans forward and says it again. "You're really deaf."

I lean forward just to tease her "and I heard you the first time." I shake my head at her and she moves away thankfully. I then see the lights turn on and I am hoping that David's army is leaving now. 

"I don't like you, but you're hot."

Well, you don't have any of those aspects going for you I think to myself. I hear tyres screech and I can't help but look outside. The girl must've heard the noise too even despite the loud music. I see faintly a white car driving off and I can see the pink number plate on the back. I only know of one person who has a pink number plate. Ella. 

I get up quickly and run outside, hoping to get another glimpse of the car to make sure it was her. I could be hallucinating. I am drunk and I miss her so much, I'm probably just wishing it was her car. Those tyres sounded new though - without her knowing when I got her tyres fixed I got them all done even though only one of them were damaged. I want her to have the best and safest tyres with the best tension so that she is safer, unlike those cheap ones she had before. 

I go back inside when I can't see the car and I see the camera guys wind their window up and turn their car on to drive off. That couldn't have been one of David's guys in that white car. David hates white cars so he would never send out his team with a white car especially when trying to be on the low. 

If that was Ella in that car. She would have seen everything and she would interpret it for the worst although I wasn't doing anything wrong. 

She's never going to speak to me again.