Thursday night rolled around and Rachel and I were going out to dinner to celebrate me getting the job. I was almost ready when there was a knock on the door. I walked out of the bathroom and opened the door.

"Harry?" I asked.

"Hi," he muttered. "You forgot your jumper," he handed me my pink sweatshirt that I must've left at his and Louis' flat. "Are you going out?" He asked.

"Y-yeah. I-uh got a job offer in New York. I'm going to dinner with Rachel and some other friends."

"Congratulations!" He pulled me into a hug.

"Yeah but I'm not sure if ill take it," there was a long silence. "I thought ou guys were recording or something today?" I asked, referring to when Louis told me he was busy all week.

"No, actually we were supposed to be working today but we got a call this morning. Day off, quite odd really,"

My heart fell into my stomach. Did Louis lie? "O-oh," I stuttered. "Would you like to join us? For dinner I mean,

"Sure," he shrugged and I slipped on my heels.