Harry Styles: A Midnight Rendezvous with Mystery Lady
After Concert Kiss or The Start of Something Bigger?
CAUGHT: His New Girl
We Have All The Goss on Styles’ New Chick
Harry Styles’ New Love?

Clarence’s POV

“Holy shit, Clarence, wake up now! You have got to see this!” I woke to Lily’s voice.

I groaned, “Lil, I’m seriously regretting giving you my house keys.”

“Get up now. This is so crazy.”

I stumbled out of bed and moved towards the kitchen. Lily was still garbling on, talking about how unbelievable something was. I poured two coffees and set them on the table, rubbing my eyes.

“…and this one here is even worse. Oh my god…”

My headache suddenly hit me and I remembered everything that happened last night. Lily was holding a pile of newspapers and magazines.

“What? What is it?” I snatched them from her.

“Clarence, please don’t freak out.”

The front cover of each and every paper had a picture of Harry and me, his lips at my ear. Some of the pictures were at an angle that made it look as though we actually were kissing.

“Harry and his mystery girl were spotted last night after One Direction’s concert. He was seen canoodling with the young woman and whispering ‘inappropriate comments’ into her ear,” I read aloud, “What the actual fuck?”

Lily put her hand over the magazine, “Just calm down.”

“THIS HAS BEEN TAKEN TOTALLY OUT OF CONTEXT!”

“I know.”

“HE ASKED ME TO DINNER, LILY. He was being a total gentleman.”

“So, Harry Styles is the gentleman type?”

“Shut up. They can’t do this.” This was going to totally ruin my life.

“Sorry.”

I scanned through the pages again, “They’ve named me and added in my personal details with their own twist.”

I was literally on the verge of tears.

“Aw, Clary, baby,” Lily hugged me, “Let’s go talk to Harry, OK?”

I nodded and she ushered me towards her car. We didn't know his address, but I'm sure we could find it.

Harry’s POV

“Harry!” I turned away from my cereal and looked at our manager.

“Yes?”

“This is what I was talking about. They’ve totally messed around with your reputation.” In her hand was some papers, magazine’s and newspapers.

I grabbed one and read through it, “Oh no no no.”

“Let us see,” Liam grabbed some off her, “Oh shit.”

“The media are portraying you wrongly and negatively, Harry, this is going to be hard to get rid–”

I interrupted our manager, “Clarence, I need to talk to her. She’s never had this happen before.”

And with that, I grabbed my phone, dialled her number and stepped outside.

Clarence’s POV

Lily chucked me my phone, “Harry Styles is calling you.”

“His name is Harry. Just call him Harry.” I snapped and lifted the phone to my ear.

“Clarence, have you seen it?”
“Of course I’ve fucking seen it.”
“Listen, I’m sorry–”
“No Harry, you listen to me. This is my life. My personal life. It can’t just be played with, this is not acceptable.”
“I didn’t do this, Clarence. You know that.”
“I know. I’m just, this isn’t normal.”
“My life isn’t normal. Why don’t you come over here and we can talk.”
“OK but I’m bringing Lily. What’s the address?”

Notes

I hope this chapter is OK. Feedback will be valued, be as brutal as you'd like. The next update will be in a day or two, as I'm really busy at the moment. Elea xx