Loving Him
Chapter 5
Harry‘s POV
Clarence was a good driver. It was pretty hot. But I may never have a chance with her again after what just happened. My little flirt, the harmless offer to dinner, will be on every single magazine tomorrow morning. All the paparazzi had photos as well. Evidence. I can’t believe I was so stupid. And where were we going to have dinner? I couldn’t walk down to Starbucks without getting assaulted; I don’t know what my plan for the date would have been. Maybe it’s for the best. I stick to the famous people, and she sticks to the non-famous people.
She bit her lip as she took a sharp turn and I couldn’t help myself. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “You’re doing great, Clarence. I think we’ve lost them anyway.”
She nodded.
One of her friends spoke, the annoying one who hadn’t stopped staring since I got in the car, “You’re on first name basis with Harry Styles. Ho-ly shit.”
I tried to be kind, “Nice to meet you.”
“My name’s Madison,” her voice cracked as she spoke. Please don’t cry, for the love of god, I thought just as she did.
The other girl, next to Clarence, stuck out her hand. “I’m Lily. And Mads, get a hold of yourself.” She had straight red hair and a freckled face. Her eyes were almost purple in colour.
Clarence parked the in a small side street. The only light came from the apartment windows above.
She pulled out the keys and got out of the car before saying, “Harry, I need to talk to you. Now. Outside. Thanks.”
I hopped out of the car, extremely aware of Madison’s gaze, and walked to Clarence. She was cracking her knuckles.
“What happened back there? One minute you were…And than I was…And that guy pushed us down…All the people.” Her words were short, like hyperventilated breaths. She was freaking out.
I put my hands over the top of hers, “you’re shaking.”
“Adrenaline. That wasn’t normal.”
I laughed, she was right, it was hard to get used to, “It’s my life, Clarence.”
She was silent now, calmer, but her whole body was still trembling.
It was now or never, “Do you still want to have that dinner with me?”
Her huge brown eyes widened. Her face broke into a smile, shining.
“Yes, yes, I really do.” Clarence pulled a pen out of her pocket and gently wrote her number on my arm.
I waltzed into the hotel room and was greeted by the whole team, sitting on the couch. The band, our manager, the bodyguards, the stylists, everyone. They hugged me and threw question after question my way. I did my best to act mature but it was hard, my mind kept wandering back to Clarence and the evening. I was glad I’d ran.
“You’re going to be in some serious trouble though Harry. About that little stunt you pulled. Running off like that.” My manager interrupted my thoughts.
“What trouble?”
“The paparazzi. They got some pretty damn good pictures.”
Clarence‘s POV
I sunk into my bed, exhausted. A train chuffing past rattled the house. I wonder what Harry would think of my glamorous home. $200 a month, I couldn’t complain. Though, the plumbing was shit and there wasn’t any hot water.But I had a roof over my head, I was luckier than some.
Just as sleep welcomed me, an electronic beeping pulled me back to reality. I looked at my phone. An unknown number.
Hey, it’s Harry. Just checking you got home safe. Thanks again for the ride.
I held the phone to my chest for a few seconds, smiling wildly, before I answered.
Clarence was a good driver. It was pretty hot. But I may never have a chance with her again after what just happened. My little flirt, the harmless offer to dinner, will be on every single magazine tomorrow morning. All the paparazzi had photos as well. Evidence. I can’t believe I was so stupid. And where were we going to have dinner? I couldn’t walk down to Starbucks without getting assaulted; I don’t know what my plan for the date would have been. Maybe it’s for the best. I stick to the famous people, and she sticks to the non-famous people.
She bit her lip as she took a sharp turn and I couldn’t help myself. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “You’re doing great, Clarence. I think we’ve lost them anyway.”
She nodded.
One of her friends spoke, the annoying one who hadn’t stopped staring since I got in the car, “You’re on first name basis with Harry Styles. Ho-ly shit.”
I tried to be kind, “Nice to meet you.”
“My name’s Madison,” her voice cracked as she spoke. Please don’t cry, for the love of god, I thought just as she did.
The other girl, next to Clarence, stuck out her hand. “I’m Lily. And Mads, get a hold of yourself.” She had straight red hair and a freckled face. Her eyes were almost purple in colour.
Clarence parked the in a small side street. The only light came from the apartment windows above.
She pulled out the keys and got out of the car before saying, “Harry, I need to talk to you. Now. Outside. Thanks.”
I hopped out of the car, extremely aware of Madison’s gaze, and walked to Clarence. She was cracking her knuckles.
“What happened back there? One minute you were…And than I was…And that guy pushed us down…All the people.” Her words were short, like hyperventilated breaths. She was freaking out.
I put my hands over the top of hers, “you’re shaking.”
“Adrenaline. That wasn’t normal.”
I laughed, she was right, it was hard to get used to, “It’s my life, Clarence.”
She was silent now, calmer, but her whole body was still trembling.
It was now or never, “Do you still want to have that dinner with me?”
Her huge brown eyes widened. Her face broke into a smile, shining.
“Yes, yes, I really do.” Clarence pulled a pen out of her pocket and gently wrote her number on my arm.
I waltzed into the hotel room and was greeted by the whole team, sitting on the couch. The band, our manager, the bodyguards, the stylists, everyone. They hugged me and threw question after question my way. I did my best to act mature but it was hard, my mind kept wandering back to Clarence and the evening. I was glad I’d ran.
“You’re going to be in some serious trouble though Harry. About that little stunt you pulled. Running off like that.” My manager interrupted my thoughts.
“What trouble?”
“The paparazzi. They got some pretty damn good pictures.”
Clarence‘s POV
I sunk into my bed, exhausted. A train chuffing past rattled the house. I wonder what Harry would think of my glamorous home. $200 a month, I couldn’t complain. Though, the plumbing was shit and there wasn’t any hot water.But I had a roof over my head, I was luckier than some.
Just as sleep welcomed me, an electronic beeping pulled me back to reality. I looked at my phone. An unknown number.
Hey, it’s Harry. Just checking you got home safe. Thanks again for the ride.
I held the phone to my chest for a few seconds, smiling wildly, before I answered.
Notes
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10/4/14