Harry POV-

As I held in a deep breath, I reread the flashing 10-lettered name lighting up on my cellphone screen, debating whether or not to pick up. Biting my bottom lip sternly, I glimpsed over at the girl beside me, her darkened eyes fixated on the small, ringing device rested in the palm of my hand. I could easily tell she was surveying me-as if I was a mildly interesting specimen under a microscope; observing my every move, every gesture.

Through the corner of my eye, I peeked over, once again; her knees were brought to her chest, head resting on top as her eyes narrowed towards the blinking name of my worst nightmare. And more specifically, the caller ID. Her neck was turned a bit, stretched out- peering over my shoulder. Well, trying to.

I could sense all color had from my cheeks as my hands trembled, making it difficult to perform any sort of physical movement. Almost immediately, I tried to recompose myself. Sending a wide stretched, fraudulent smile her way. Sadly, my fake assurance mustn’t have been taken seriously-considering her features were still etched with confusion; eyebrows raised questionably.

Averting my gaze back to my perfectly, polished iPhone, my mouth had practically run dry and my throat had seemingly tightened. A light sigh oscillated from my mouth and my brow crinkled; my bottom lip jutted out.

This cant be good. Management never called directly unless it was something serious. Or I was in trouble.

I shuddered at the mere thought, unable to fathom what I had possibly done to receive another lecture or punishment.

The wheels behind my brain began to turn as I briskly strived to think over any conceivable reason why I was getting this phone call and what I must have done.

To my dismay, I could barely come up with anything. Nothing sprang up in my clouded mind.

Lately, I’ve put in a ton of extra effort to stay on my absolute best behavior- because recently, I have been targeted on management’s ‘bad side.’

-Which is exactly why I can’t figure out what scandalous actions took place in the last couple of days that would would result in them ringing me up.

[The fact that I couldn’t detect anything, worried me even more. ]

In the public eye, I was becoming known as the player, manwhore, heartbreaker, jerk, alcoholic, partier and at one point, some of it was true. NOT all of it, of course. But yes, there were a few of these ‘labels’ that were semi accurate.

You see, when I chose this career path, I never thought that the hate, lies or rumors spread through the media would affect me, but gradually it did. Over time, it all became too much. Everything was too much.

Eventually, I grew careless and didn’t worry about a dang thing. Not even the people around me, my family, friends or dedicated fans.

When the lads and I would go clubbing or to parties, I was irresponsible, inconsiderate and just plain naive. I thought that if I tried to drink away the pain and suffering, it would all magically disappear .

But it didn’t. And I was wrong.

I tried to take the easy way out. { It's a habit of mine }

And I shouldn’t have.

Not only were the disturbing and hurtful rumors becoming too much to handle, but I missed my family to shreds and longed to go back to the times when I was just a normal, British teenager. Now, it seems like an unreachable dream. Every day, I’m watched like a hawk nomatter where I go. And even worse, controlled like a puppet.

Recently, I’ve learned that the people who pretend to be happy 24/7 and build up a strong facade are just waiting to break, and I did. I just snapped. I almost let myself go.

And lost everything that was important to me.

Gratefully, I was lucky enough to have my four brothers stand by my side and help me back on my feet so quickly. I knew that the dreadful ‘hate’ the lads and I received {since the beginning} affected us all. I mean, how couldn’t it? But in my opinion, it seemed like everyone else was able to handle it and brush it off,
except me.

Morning after morning, I would wake up oblivious and hungover with an unknowingly random, naked girl in my bed, or worse, an empty bed with a messy note next to my pillow.

These women were never interested in getting to know me or becoming friends. Instead, they took advantage of my intoxicated state each time. Leaving my mind fuzzed and confused as to what had happened the night before.

The variety of women I unintentionally slept with, simply just wanted the privilege to say “I had sex with Harry Styles" and they surely didn’t mind releasing that information on twitter or selling it to tabloids, magazines etc.

Over time, this just made everything worse; effecting my image and disappointing my fans.

Moreover, this unruly and ill-behaved ‘stage’ of mine only lasted 3 months.

But management has been on my back ever since.

In a way, I understand why they are being more strict with me than the others lads and why they continue to nag me every so often. I let down my fans, band mates, parents, sister and so many more innocent and irreproachable people. Even today, I take full blame for my mistakes and I’m fully aware that I’m responsible for those godawful actions done in the past. But the past is the past.

And it can’t be changed.

But I am able to control my future.

For the last five months, I have been obeying Don’s strict orders because clearly, I’m still walking on thin ice. I know that my position in this band is on the line. And I will do anything management says not to lose it. Which includes, following the current rules assigned- which are as followed:

1. In public, I am not aloud to have more than one alcoholic beverage or beer for the time being. —This will prevent me from doing anything unsatisfactory that could be caught on video or photographs; leading to more problems to arise. Also, by having one drink, it won’t look fishy and the fans will be pleased; convinced that I’m still the same ole Harry. - which is all I want. This is also another way to help me so I won’t go over my limit and blindly make a fool out of myself; becoMing the reckless boy I once was. It also explains why at The Loop,when we went clubbing with Alexandra, I was first to noticed her stumbling and piss drunk. I was sober.
2. I am not allowed to be in any serious or committed relationships until instructed otherwise. —Because apparently, the only things I should be focusing on is “creating a better image" and “focusing solely on the band." Which really, I don’t mind. We’re always busy traveling and on the go. Plus, now that we’re back in London and on a semi break, the last thing I wanna worry about is a girlfriend.
3. Absolutely no PDA (public display of affection) of any sort where paparazzi, fans, or the public eye is present. This includes, any sexual interaction no matter who the person may be and whether the action is a small gesture or further. —Don claims that this is the “key to success" and if I don’t appear to be such an ‘insensitive player’, I might get my title claimed back as the “sweetheart and teen heartthrob." Evidently, thousands of people have been looking down upon me and if I just keep my dick in my pants and not hookup with fans or random chicks, the media will move on. And the people will forget. Which is apparently, their main goal.

Feeling on edge, my eyes danced around the room, my heart beat accelerating. After countlessly going over the three main rules in my head, something sparked. Everything made sense.

Excusing myself, I got up and ruffled Alexandra’s hair playfully as my white, converse clad feet reached the ground. Mumbling an “I’ll be right back," I sent her a small wave, which she gladly returned by wiggling her fingers teasingly.

After sending a small wink, I turned on my heels, exiting Alexandra’s view and scuffing my feet along the hardwood floor; reaching a bedroom, I presumed to be Liam’s. Walking through, I smoothly shut the door with my empty hand, the hinges squeaking as I did so.

Rubbing my eyes, I helplessly stared back down at the vibrating device as I leaned against the nearest wall; aware that the ringing would die away if I didn’t pick up after the next buzz.

I was almost about to chicken out, until I thought to myself, This is bound to happen sooner or later. Might as well get it over with.

Sliding my jittery thumb along to answer, I placed my phone next to my ear, already pacing.

"H-hello?"

"Hi Harry, you sound quite surprised to hear from me. It’s Don, by the way," the unmistakeable dry, husky voice spoke on the other line; dripping with sarcasm. I quivered, already imagining his menacing smirk plastered on his wrinkly, beastly and utterly frightful face with his cold, smoldering eyes that never showed remorse.

Shaking away the monstrous vision, I cleared my throat.

"Oh wow, it’s so nice to hear from you. Missed me already? " I sneered, my last words increasingly bitter.

The both of us knew how well behaved and compliant I’ve been for the past couple of months. Which explains why he and I haven’t been in much contact.

Don knows how desperate I am to stay in One Direction; the idea of being replaced sickening my stomach.

He enjoys controlling me; the sense of power building up his already-too-big-ego.To my horror, there is not
much I can do to stop him. He tells me what to do and whatever it may be, by contract, I must abide by. For the sake of my job and the band.

To me, sometimes it seems like he gets a bit carried away and I wonder if he does it for his job or just for the hell of it- so he can ruine my life.

"Just stop with your silly business, Styles. I’m not in the mood," he spat back, quite loudly might I add. Grunting, I pulled the phone away from my throbbing ear. In fact, I’m sure he broke an eardrum.

Seconds later, Don had chosen to continue speaking once I had timidly decided not to respond; leaving him with silence. “Have you checked the media today? Perhaps, twitter? Hm?"

Closing my eyes, I thought back if I had been on any social networking since yesterday, and the truthful answer was that I couldn’t remember on the spot.

Racking my brain, I went over my entire, yet simple day.

I woke up disgruntled this morning; the ear splitting, roaring noise coming from my alarm clock startled me
at at precisely 8am. How pleasant. Forcing my self up, I took a long, steamy shower, in attempt to wash away the guilt.

The guilt of leaving Alexandra alone with a stranger who beat her to a pulp in an alleyway.

Once I was done washing myself and taming the curls, I threw on clothes, brushed my teeth; the usual routine. From there, we had our radio interview which was thankfully, short and sweet. Only asking the same, simple, stereotypical questions that each of us received almost on a daily basis. You could tell the interviewer didn’t have much interest in us; even to the point where he got our names wrong. Quite frankly, none of us minded though. Besides Liam and I, the three other cranky boys were dealing with brutal hangovers. All of us impatiently waiting to get the hell out as quickly as possible and once we did, the five of us separated. No doubt, Liam, Niall and Zayn going back to sleep.

After we parted ways, I enjoyed my alone time and attempted to clean my hotel bedroom—since clothes were messily scattered across the floor and my cluttered belongings were thrown all over the place. After around twenty solid minutes, I had eventually given up and migrated over to the kitchen where I was about to pour myself some cereal. Opening the mini fridge to retrieve some milk, my phone rang; Liam frantically asking if I could watch Alexandra while he went out with Danielle. I jumped at the opportunity, gladly agreeing and disregarding my Cheerios. Instead, I grabbed a stray apple and hurried over to his hotel room, ready to apologize for what I did at the club. -Which, by the way, ended up to be difficult and unfulfilled since when I got there, she was throwing up and hadn’t remembered a thing from our late night out.

Fast forwarding to the present, I was now 100% positive about my answer. I knew I hadn’t been on twitter or online; the simple idea never even coming to mind.

"Erm…No…." I trailed off, walking to the edge of Liam’s bed. Climbing onto the mattress, I now sat comfortably on my bum.

"Well, then you have a lot of explaining to," he scoffed. I rolled my eyes by impulse. Something I did as a habit when he spoke to me so disrespectfully.

Things are always being spread around online and through twitter. What’s the big deal?

"Don, just cut to the chase. I really don’t have time for this," I grumbled, untying my shoelaces on each foot and throwing them to the ground.

"You broke rule number three," he stated dryly; emotionless. I gulped down heavily, unsure how to react or
what to say. I couldn’t even decipher what he was feeling, but in a way, I knew deep down this was coming.

"Listen-" I tried to reason with him, but was cut off by his rage.

"No Harry, you listen to me. You were so close. So damn close. The media was finally portraying you as
your old self again, but of course, you screwed up big time. DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DID WRONG? WE AGREED NO SIGNS OF PDA! WASN’T THAT CLEAR? Obviously not- since your tongue was down some random girls throat. This is trending on twitter and pictures are going viral. They’re spreading all over the place and now, here we are. Back to square one. Back to cleaning up YOUR fucked up mess. And what about the girl? Surely she’ll be talking to the press; disgracing your name. Disgracing the band. God, Harry. I hope that was worth it. Did you bring the girl home? Have a nice shag? I’m so close to kicking you out of the band. But that girl, she better-"

"Don, she’s not ‘just a girl’, she’s a friend of mine. I swear. I’m with her right now… at the hotel…" I stammered. His overwhelming word vomit, still leaving my head spinning.

Gripping the fabric of my cotton, black shirt tightly, I was getting stressed out; knowing how much deep shit I’m in. If photographs are that bad and all over the Internet, Niall is destined to see them and will kill me. I mean, its obvious to everyone he fancies Alexandra. Well, obvious to me at least.

But, if he doesn’t kill me, Liam surely will. He’s been having this older brother vibe whenever shes around. Clearly, he cares for her and has assigned himself to protect her or some weird brotherly shit like that. I
don't even know.

There was a pause.

"Get rid of her."

Stunned, my mouth fell agape; words disbelieving. I must’ve heard him wrong.

"What?"

"Get.Rid.Of.Her," Don growled, emphasizing each word.

"Look-"

"No Harry, I want her out of that hotel room this instant. The press cant see you with her again. They just cant. Oh, and don’t bother trying to fool me or have her stay."


he then added, "I will have security check, just in case."

"But, I can’t do that," I grumbled, throwing my head in my hands. The thought of kicking Alexandra out when Liam had insisted her to stay, felt wrong. Especially now, with the condition she is in..I just can’t do that.

"Harry, Don’t make me say it again," he seethed, causing my entirety to shiver profusely.

I stayed silent.

"Do you want to stay in the band or not?" He mocked. I could tell he was grinning into the phone; feeling victorious. He always won.

"Yes," I mumbled weakly.

"Good boy. Have her gone. Now."

And with that, he hung up. Leaving me to do the only rash thing I could.

Pulling at the ends of my hair in anger, I moaned in frustration and before exiting the room, I let myself gather my thoughts.

To be honest, we hardly knew Alexandra to a certain extent and Liam hadn’t really explained anything as to why she was “spending the night." But, that was a one time thing, wasn’t it? Maybe she was gonna leave today anyways. Im sure she’ll have a place to stay and I can just drive her over to her real home. She must have one.

Maybe... it's just better if she is completely out of the picture.

It will save me from dealing with Don , the media and most importantly, it will save my career.

I have to get rid of Alexandra.

I know all the boys took a liking in her, me too. But Niall and Liam (especially) had a unique, unexplainable strong feeling towards her. Those exact feelings were too hard for me to decipher, but the two of them had grown so fond of her, so quickly.

We’ve only known her for around two days though.

Maybe…Maybe it would be easier, for the sake of my spot in the band and my image, to just lie to my best friends.

It’s the only logical option.

It’s not that big of a deal. Is it?

With that, I had made up my mind. Shoving my converse back on my feet, I flung the door open. Grabbing my keys and stomping over to Alexandra, her eyelids were fluttered close. Trapped inside a tranquil dream, she was snuggled beneath the blankets in quiet, serene peace-- but once she heard my stern, demanding voice, they popped open immediately.

"Let’s Go."

Notes

SUMMARY IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND FROM THIS CHAPTER.
Basically, harry is the only one out of the five boys who has to follow those 3 rules created by management {and more specifically, Don}. The reason why he has to follow them was because around 5 months ago, Harry was hurt from all the hate he recieved on twitter and rumors etc. So, out of upsetness he would just get drunk at parties & slept with a crapload of women each night, not remembering them the next day. Those women, would then sell the stories and make up lies about Harry. RUINING HIS IMAGE AND LOSING/DISSAPOINTING FANS. Ever since he got his act together, management has put him on a tight rope with these rules. Since Harry broke the 3rd rule when he had kissed alexandra at the club, someone had taken photos and shared them with the world. Now, Don is telling Harry to get rid of Alexandra, so the press wont see him with her and make more stories...or else, he may get kicked out of the band. and the old image they have been trying to gain back, will be lost forever.

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