Harry's POV

He kissed her again, this time more passionately than the first, I could see Natalie give in as well, she would never have if she didn't know him well, maybe this was no play pretend ,maybe he is the best thing for her, maybe he is the one for her. I cannot just destroy her again, I cannot break her again. I should've never come back.

"Harry wait where are you going?"
Zayn asked.

"I am leaving Z."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No."

"I know it's hard for you to see her like this."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

I just left without answering any other question, I don't not want to answer anyone, do not want to talk to anyone, I want something to take this pain away, the pain of seeing her happy with some one other than me. Warm fresh tears , start to brew and the brim of my eyes are full. I can hardly walk past to my limo. I get inside and ask him to drop me at THE EMPIRE, because if I go home, I know Zayn would follow me there.

As soon as I enter the lobby, the hostess flashes me a smile, trying to impress me so that I take her to bed, which contrary to popular opinion I would never do.

I ask her for the penthouse suite in the hotel, and also to fill it with all their expensive alcohol. They oblige. They had the best Speakeasy in town, hence I had to turn up here.

My eyes had already turned red, I felt a tinge of pain in my chest, was it heartbreak or was it heartburn I could hardly tell. Why did I feel so annoyed with her. I could never imagine , she would let me in .. in her life again.

Then what did I expect her to be alone forever, off course she needed happiness, and Grant was giving it to her.

I opened a bottle of JD and started drinking neat. Alcohol.... liquid courage right as they say..... I had downed two bottles already, and started to think why Natalie would do this to me, why?
My sensibility was all lost thanks to liquid courage. I took out my phone and dialed her number...

On Phone

"Hello"

"Nat, I love You ,and because of that I will let you go."

"Hello Harry? Harry are you alright? "

"Bye Love."

The phone rang again,

"Hey how was it? "
Said a familiar voice .

"How was what?"
I couldn't recognize the voice?

"Harry are you drunk ? " the voice was worried.

"What is drunk? It's liquid courage don't you know? I've got no pain." I retorted.

"What? Where are you?" I heard the voice pull the breaks.

"Somewhere. Where no one can find me."

Then the lights blind out.

Natalie's POV

"Nat that's my nana." Grant said handing over the phone to me.

"Natalie dear, Grant always talks about you. You indeed are beautiful."

"Thanks nana." I blush a smile .
Nana was a very important person in Grants life.

With Harry's exit today, I felt exactly how it felt all those years ago.
The pain the wretched pain.
I somehow managed to talk to her cause it mattered to Grant.
I didn't understand why I was in pain.
I didn't understand anything I needed someone to talk to, Naomi was out of town , and Grant could surely not be the person to talk about it.

I notice my phone ringing.

It was an unknown number, but i in wanted to answer it.
"Hello"

"Nat, I love You ,and because of that I will let you go." It was him. What was wrong with him.

"Hello Harry? Harry are you alright? "

"Bye Love."

It was Harry. I looked for Zayn everywhere I could cause only he could take me to Harry . The party wasn't over. But I didn't care . I told Grant it was an emergency and he let me go. Telling me he'll take care of everything. I gave him a thanking look.

I ran outside.

"Zayn!" I called out.

He stopped walking abruptly and came back running

"What happened? Are you alright!" He held me by the shoulder.

"No time talking. Where's Harry?"
I looked straight into his eyes.

"What?"
He was puzzled.

"Where's Harry?" I said firmly.

"I'm sorry but didn't you just announce your engagement?" He folded his hands.

"Just answer me where's Harry?"
I was stern this time.

He got serious,
"I don't know, not home I'm sure."

"Zayn are you gonna help me find him."

"Find him? What's wrong Natalie?"

"He called. He didn't sound good ."

"What do you mean not good?"

"Drunk, I mean drunk." I said rubbing my eyes.

"No , not again." He sighed running his hands through his hair.

"What are you talking about?" I quizzed.

"Get in the car." Zayn commanded.

He took out his phone to call someone.

"Where did you drop him." He said, I figured he called up Harry's driver.

"Okay ."he continued.

"Where's he!" I said.

"The empire." He stated buckling his seat belt.

I took out my phone to call up Naomi I couldn't handle this alone. I needed her,
"Who you calling?" He asked.

"My sister."

Naomi picked up the phone,
"Naomi where are you?"

"I'm almost home. Why?" She answered.

"Meet me at the empire please." I pleaded with a voice almost breaking,  with hitched breathing.

"Are you crying? " Naomi questioned.

"No please fast." I tried to speak as I gulped in.

" On my way ." She stated.

"How far Zayn?" I looked at him almost crying.

"Natalie first off stop crying he's gonna be alright. And we're here ."

As soon as he stopped the car I unbuckled myself and jumped out of the car running to the lobby reception.

The lady got scared as she saw me storming in ,

"Yes ma'am. How may I help you?"
She said as calmly as she could.

"Where's Harry , Harry styles. Which room is he in?"

I grasped for breath .

"I'm sorry there no Harry styles here."

"What do you mean there is no Harry styles here?" Zayn rushed in.

"Try Bradley Cooper please."

"What are you serious Natalie why would he register under that name ." Zayn looked at me.

"Room 1403." The lady replied .

Zayn looked at me in astonishment. I gave him a 'don't you question me when it comes to Harry look.'

"Can we get spare keys please. It's a medical emergency ." Zayn squeaked.

"Yes sir. I guess sir has a lot of guests today."

"What do you mean?" Zayn tried to inquire.

"Never mind."
I pulled his arm towards the elevator.

We ran. Him in sneakers and myself In heels.
Towards the elevator to make it stop.

"Sorry. We're late already." Zayn cried.

"Shut the door." I screamed.

"Yes ma'am which floor." The man said horrified

"Fourteen." Zayn and I said in unison

"Yeah ma'am."

I ran out of the elevator . To look for the room. I saw it and called out for Zayn.

He placed the room keys.

And the door opened.

It was a dark room.

"Harry." I called out.

"Natalie." A voice replied, a familiar voice. But it wasn't Harry's .

"Natalie ." It repeated.

"You."