My heart palpitates, and I shuddering as I knock on the door. I hear footsteps and the doorknob moves. Gee, I'm sweating AGAIN. Right after Jai left at three, I immediately drove to the address Harry gave me. He opens the door, and looks around. "Don't worry, I made sure no paparazzi's followed me." I tell him, he grins and allows me to walk in. He's wearing a simply white T-shirt, some dark blue skinny jeans and black boots. The apartment looks so clean, it's very, very clean I didn't know he was this clean. Usually guys don't care about their apartments. "So?" He asks with a smile on his face. His smile will soon fade away when I tell him about- Jai. "Princess? Did you talk to him?" Harry asks, agonize in his voice. I chew the inside of my cheek until it bleeds. How can I tell Harry? What do I say? Oh Harry, I want to be with you but I can't because Jai got me tickets to go to France Paris and I can't just hurt him, because I can't be an ass. "Princess?" He asks. I run to him, wrap my hands around him and bury my face is his chest. The tears hunt my eyes. Gosh, I'm so tired of crying! So tired of being weak! But I can't help it. Harry will be angry, I just know he will. "Alana? What . . What's wrong?" He asks wrapping his strong arms around my tiny skinny body. "Oh Harry." I sob burying my face deeper in his chest. "What's the matter? No princess don't cry." He says kissing my head. "I- I oh gosh, I didn't knew- it's, its," I'm cut off by a loud sob. "No! Don't cry, here calm down and stop crying please, I can't stand to see you cry." He grabs my face and I try my best to stop myself from sobbing. He kisses my tears away and I take a deep breath. "I didn't talk to him." I whisper. Harry let's go of my face and tilts his head as if he was trying to figure out what I'm thinking. The blood in my mouth is making me sick. "You didn't?" He asks, I shake my head no and he sighs. "Well, princess it's okay, you can talk to him later but make it quick will ya? I don't want to keep hiding and secretly seeing each other like this as if we were doing something wrong." He puts some of my hair behind my ear. "I don't want to keep hiding either. But-". "But? But what?" "I can't talk to him anytime soon." "What?! But why not?!" Harry's tone sounds annoyed and surprised mixed together. "Because," I stop. How on earth am I going to say this?! Ohmygod. Ohmygod. I. Can't. Do. This. "Because?" "Jai got us two airplanes tickets to go to France Paris and stay a whole week to visit my parents." I say quickly hoping he didn't understand a word. His face goes pale and his mouth drops open. "What?" He asks almost out of breath. I don't answer and stay quiet biting my lip. "What?!" This time he is screaming.. Yelling. Gosh I knew it! "What the hell do you mean you're going to Paris with him?! For a damn week?!" His running his fingers through his curls and I chew my bottom lip harder, I think it's starting to bleed. "I didn't knew- he just showed up with tickets." I say. "What do you mean you didn't knew?! You had to know! For gods sakes!" His voice keeps rising making me more nervous. "It was because of a lie I told him." "A lie?!" "Yes. Harry look calm down. Just calm down and let me explain." I put my hand on his chest trying to indicate him to sit down, but he doesn't he stands there. His heart is beating rapidly. I trying to push him a little so he would sit down, he stands there not moving. Slowly I put my hands down, there's no way I can move a guy who's six feet something and a lot, A LOT stronger than me. "That's why I need an explanation Alana, because I'm not understating shit." He taps his foot and breathes in and out fast. "When I first interviewed ya'll, it hurt me a lot. Seeing you and the rest brought back memories. Memories that I didn't want to remember. Jai kept asking what was wrong, and I could tell him I was sad because of ya'll. I kept thinking of you and Niall," Harry inhales sharply and squeezes his hand when I say Niall. "I kept thinking about how bad I hurted Niall, and I was scared that seeing you would bring feelings back. One day I was kissing Jai and I pictured it was you," this time Harry smiles a little in satisfaction. "So since I couldn't tell him what was going to I told him a lie, I said that I was sad because I haven't seen my parents in forever. He told me one day we'd go visit them and today when I was planning to break up with him he comes with the airplane tickets. Harry I couldn't dump him, he got the tickets to make me happy." It feels so much better to get this out my chest. Plus Harry doesn't look that mad anymore. He groans and throws his head back, curls falling everywhere and his green eyes staring at the ceiling. He walks towards me and pecks my nose. "I'm mad." He says. Uh-oh. "Harry please don't be mad! It wasn't-". "I know it wasn't your fault." His hand wraps my waist tightly and lays his head on mine. "But I don't like the damn fact that you have to go with that-" he stops and whispers something I can't hear, "That person for a whole week! It's not fair!" His hand squeezes my hip tightly and I whimper in pain. "Sorry, love." He says letting go of my hip. He grabs my face again. "Don't worry. It'll be okay. Even though I did want you to be over with him by today, I can wait. And I will wait. Now I need you to do something for me okay princess?" He asks softly, good he's back to the sweet, sensitive Harry that I love. I nod my head and he smiles in return. "I need you to give me all the information about your trip to Paris. Everything, when you're going, where you staying everything. I mean it everything okay?" He says. "Okay, Harry." I say still unsure of everything. Why does he want to know everything?