Paper Plane

I needed to find a way out. Past all this security. Maybe, if I throw myself into a mosh pit of screaming girls that they would never be able to find me.
It's a pretty solid plan. If you forget about the entire place crawling with big men, watching your every move when Harry isn't with you.

Harry was behind a curtain, changing into his clothes. Only recently had I figured that he had a show tonight.

He then threw the curtain back and stared at me while adjusting the sleeves on his T Shirt. He rolled the sleeves up a little and then combed his fingers through his hair. I looked down into my lap, not liking that everyone in the room kept taking glances at me.

I saw Harry move in my direction and I instantly grew nervous. I mean, he has been okay since we got here. Except for when he said I needed to be punished. Now, I am scared and waiting to see exactly what my punishment is.
He sat down beside me, Perrie still sitting on the other side of me. He placed his large firm hand on my thigh and whispered, "Look at me"
I did as I was told and looked up at him through my long dark lashes.
"I'm going on stage soon and I don't trust you to stay by yourself so someone here will be with you the entire time. If they tell me that you have misbehaved then I will punish you more", he speaks to me so only I could hear. Well... I thought only I could hear.
Perrie scoffs and wraps her arm around my shoulder, "Don't listen to him Aurora, he just enjoys seeing people scared. Don't worry Harry, I will be with her at all times. She is safe with me!", she smiles.
Harry glares as her before nodding his head. He slides his hand awfully high up my leg to see my reaction. When I grew stiff and let a tiny gasp out, he smirked before getting up and walking away.
"Oh Lou, we need to change her hair", Harry re-appeared. He was talking to the girl who was doing his hair moments ago. "And Caroline, we need to get her some more clothes, I trust you will do up a plan and see how she should start dressing?"
The lady with dark hair and a little baby in her arms nodded before waving and wishing Harry luck. With that, he was gone.
'Lou' walked up to Perrie and I and smiled, "Hi! I'm Lou, so with you hair, it's awfully long isn't it", she laughed, playing with my braid. I nodded, smiling a little.
"Well come on", Lou said, pulling me up and over to where Harry sat when he was getting his hair done in front of a mirror. She began undoing my braid and examining my long, light brown hair.
Perrie was standing by my side, looking at me through the mirror with a smile on her face.
"Is this your natural hair?", Lou asked. I shake my head.
"It's really curly", I say in a small voice.
Lou smiled, "My my, Harry was right. You are shy"
Perrie nodded In agreement before I was pulled to a little hair sink where my hair got washed down. I then returned to the seat in front of the mirror.
"So my plan is to cut this long hair and change it's colour", she smiled.
I was a little scared. My hair was down to my waist and it was a very light brown. Almost sandy blonde. "Yeah, I'm going to cut it to about here", she said, holding my hair until it was touching my breast. Like right in my middle.
She was cutting quite a bit off.
"And for the colour... I'm thinking making it a very dark brown with a ting of purple through it", she smiled. I just blinked. "Don't worry sweetheart. It will look better than it sounds"

A while later, I could literally hear the screams from the arena as my hair was being done.
And when I was finally finished, I looked into the mirror and almost gasped. Lou was right. It does look better than it sounded. It makes my eyes stand out more. It actually looks...really good.

After my hair was complete and Lou and Perrie stopped dancing around and complimenting me, I was pulled over to the little clothes rack where 'Caroline' stood. She didn't have the baby in her arms anymore, instead she was flicking through magazines with clothes on them.
She turned to me and beamed, "Hi darling! I'm Caroline. I'm the boys stylist and Harry wanted to practically give you a knew look"
I nodded, as she pulled me in for a hug. She was very nice. If I wasn't in this situation, I would probably chat to her. But I was just scared.
"So I was seeing how you are dressed. Quite innocent and feminine. I think I'm going to go a bit more edgier and more rock N roll. But also very feminine. Sound good?", she smiled happily.
I nodded, smiling.
"Okay so I will go out with my assistant. We will bring you all your things by tomorrow. You need these things urgently", she smiled. "I'm just going to get you to try on some of these things for me"
First she handed me a plain singlet with black tights and a denim sleeveless jacket with black boots with silver studs. I stepped into the little dressing room and slipping the clothes on and showing Perrie and Caroline.
The smiled and nodded, high fiving each other. "Just top it off with this", Perrie said, placing a beanie on my head. They smiled happily before I was told to keep these clothes on. "What are you going to do with my old ones?", I ask.
"I think Harry will want to burn them dear. You can have on of our coats as well because its quite cold outside", she said, giving me another sympathetic smile.

I just returned a small nod, not in the mood for anymore talking.
Perrie grabbed hold of my hand and giggled, "Come on! I'll show you around", she beamed, pulling me out of the room and down the hall where security watched my every move. Some with hard glared and others with soft smiles.
There were two guards behind us and two guards in front of us. They walked us into the arena. We sat in a private box, with good views of One Direction as they did their show.
They were laughing and smiling and having fun. This is the band everyone thinks they know. But I know the real them.
Everyone thinks this is the real Harry. But it's far from it.
He couldn't be more different on stage than in real life.
"They're great aren't they", Perrie said with admiring eyes.
I nodded. I know they are talented. But Harry's personality sucks. It really does.

I continued to watch them, well him. I didn't take my eyes off him. I watched as he acted cheeky and smooth. He poured water on fans whilst they all stood on the beam thing and he laughed. He spoke kindly and laughed at himself.
A smile never left his face the entire night.
Like he was truly happy.

Or was it all an act?

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