Izallouis’ view:
It was morning and I had very few things to do today. Harry was busy; he said something about finding a missing person. I wished him luck and then left him to work. Mary was busy with school work. I didn’t even think about school when I moved here because I was too busy thinking about being famous. Obviously Jessica was too busy with her baby because she didn’t seem to care I wasn’t being educated and Justin was too busy to think about it either because he hasn’t got me enrolled or anything. I wasn’t going to complain about it one bit because I was able to spend time at the house doing whatever I wanted and I loved it. I was currently dancing in the house studio and working up the worst sweat. The music was so loud I almost didn’t hear the doorbell ring. I wiped off my forehead with the towel and called it good enough. I opened the door and was met with flashes and questions.
“Are you dating Harry Styles or Justin Bieber??”
“What is your relation to Justin Timberlake??”
“Has Harry Styles shagged you yet??”
“Are you and Justin Bieber fighting because of Harry Styles??” I tried to shut the door but a few of them pushed in the door and bombarded my house.
“Excuse me but have you no manners??” I yelled.
“Would you give us a tour of your house??” One asked almost innocently.
“No!” I shouted like it was the obvious answer.
“Izallouis Rae, how long have you been dancing??” One of them on the other side of the door shouted through.
“Since I was eight.” I opened the door then slammed it shut again before any of them could get in.
“Would you answer questions for us??” The ones inside seemed to be a lot more calm than the ones outside.
“Look I don’t know how the whole paps thing works but I don’t appreciate you guys ransacking my house and coming in without permission.” I felt like the adult here.
“Ms. Rae, we are sorry.”
“We just need a good story.” Another one said. They all looked pathetic and I felt bad denying them.
“The patio is out that way. I'll get some drinks.” I was just about to leave when I stopped and looked at them. “Get rid of them.” I pointed to the door. “Now!” I said harsh. They were like sitting ducks confused as what to do. There were only three paps that made it in the house so I could handle this. One of them shooed the others away and I got some beers for the men and a pitcher of lemonade for me and the only girl. I came out and they were sat at the table with paper, pens, and one guy holding a small video camera. I sat on the opposite end as them and shifted feeling the tension.
“Are you dating Harry Styles or Justin Bieber??” One asked. All the paps tensed waiting for my answer.
“Neither.”
“Then what is your relationship to them??” The follow up question.
“I'm teaching Justin Bieber’s crew some dance moves and Harry is just a close friend.” I replied tense.
“Your relationship with Justin Timberlake has sparked quite a few questions. Who is he to you, why were you a feature on his debut on the VMA’s, where is he now??” The woman asked.
“He is, for lack of better word, my uncle. I am an up and coming dancer and want to make a name for myself in the business like the rest of my family. That’s classified.” I answered. There are some things I just didn’t want them to know, Justin’s location being one of them.
“Is this you and Justin Bieber kissing??” They showed the same picture that has gotten my name out more than my dancing.
“No.”
“But it's in your kitchen, yes??”
“Yes, it was two of our friends. Ryan and Mary, they wanted time alone and we caught them kissing.”
“Explain this.” They showed pictures of Justin Bieber flying out of my house enraged and running towards the photographer.
“He was mad they followed him and Ryan to my house.” I shrugged. It was believable.
“Has Harry shagged you??” One of them bluntly asked.
“What does that even mean??” I shot out. I knew what it meant. It was UK slang for having sex. We have not and I know we won't but what is that to them??
“Have you two been in bed together??” One asked. They all leaned in anticipating my answer. Technically it was a couch and even then nothing happened. We only kissed and that wasn’t on a couch or a bed.
“No. Is that all you are worried about??” I asked them. They looked disappointed at my answer.
“We wanted to know if you were together.” One said.
“Just because we hang out together doesn’t mean we are together, together. Also it doesn’t mean we have sex. He is just a really great friend. He is something more than a manwhore and the sooner you see that the better.” I said standing up. “Now leave.” I said harsh. They stood up and were silent. I escorted them to the front door as they took pictures of my house. Weird people they are. I shut the door and breathed. I was swarmed by paparazzi and personally think I handled it well. I went back to the studio to clean up and put things away. I checked my phone and had missed calls from Harry. The doorbell rang again. I took a rhythm going down the stairs fast and stopped right before hitting the door.
“Hell-oh.” I said seeing Harry and two other people who I didn’t know.
“Look we need to ask you something.” Zayn said. I hung out with him once because we ran into each other. It was quite funny how he knew Harry and we started talking about that. He is the only guy I have talked to that hasn’t kissed me. Thanks Zayn.
“Come in.” I opened the door for them.
“I know you don’t know him personally but have you seen Niall lately??” Harry asked me.
“No, I haven’t seen Niall. I might have accidentally hit him but I doubt it was him.” I shrugged.
“So, that’s it.” A medium height and tan skinned one said.
“I guess we are going to have to wait.” Harry sighed.
“Wait Niall is who you have been looking for??” I asked shocked. Why I was shocked I couldn’t tell you.
“Yeah, he and I got in a fight and he hasn’t forgiven me. I don’t blame him, but right now we have a lot we have going on tomorrow and the last thing we need is Niall missing.” Harry said hugging me. I reacted quickly by wrapping myself around him.
“Harry, you'll find him. I don’t know him but I'm sure he will forgive you.”
“Yeah.” The tan skinned one scoffed. I glared at him. I'm already not a fan of his.
“Can I stay with you tonight to clear my head??” Harry asked me breaking the hug.
“Uh…” The buff one that hasn’t spoken this entire time interjected a syllable.
“Yes.” I said not liking him either. Harry needed space and if him staying here could give him that then he was welcome anytime.
“Thank you.” Harry muttered.
“Harry you should stay back at the house.” The buff one spoke words.
“I'm staying her so when Niall comes home he doesn’t have to worry about me. I'll be at the studio tomorrow, on time.” Harry said reasoning with the buffer one.
“Ok, well I'm going to keep looking for him.” The tan one said.
“Me too mate.” Zayn sighed and headed for the door.
“Louis, Zayn, if you find him tell him I'm staying at Josh’s.” Harry hollered after them.
“Got it.” They replied off beat. The buff one looked at me then Harry and then me again.
“I swear to god Harry if you are not at that studio in the morning you are going to hear it. Not just from me but management.” His tone was lying. He wasn’t just mad about Harry being late. There was more to it.
“Got it Liam.” Harry gave him two thumbs up.
“Bye Izallouis.” Liam nodded my way. I whispered bye so quiet I might as well have just mouthed it.
“I'll get you clothes.” I said as they left. Harry plopped on the couch. As I walked upstairs to Justin’s room I looked back to see Harry with his hands in his hair. He looked like a puddle of emotions. I grabbed some fleece, flannel, pajama pants for him. I knew he liked sleeping with minimal clothes on so I didn’t grab anything for a shirt. “Here.” I handed them to him. He looked up at me with red eyes. “Harry it will be ok.” I soothed.
“What if he doesn’t come home?? He is known to do the stupidest shit when he is under pressure.” Harry put his hands in his hair and tugged slightly.
“Harry, he is fine. I don’t know him but it sounds like he just needed time away.” Harry stopped moving. He slowly lifted his head to look at me.
“You're brilliant!” He kissed my forehead.
“Thanks.” I said sarcastic. I didn’t know what I said right, but whew.
“Get shoes on, we are getting Niall!” Harry stood up.
“Ok.” I smiled. I grabbed a pair of converse that were at the door and slipped them on. I wasn’t dressed for the outside weather but I wanted to be there for Harry so I up and left. He went to open my door for the car but I beat him to it. “Go Styles.” I commanded.
“Ok.” He sprang to the other side of the car and started the engine fast. We were rolling super-fast. “Why didn’t we think about that??” Harry said like it was so stupid of them.
“Think of??” I asked not knowing how I helped.
“This entire time we have been looking around L.A. when in all honesty he probably isn’t even here. He most likely left!” Harry smiled at the open road. I shivered and tried to make it look normal but it didn’t go unnoticed by Harry as he flipped on some heat. I nodded as a simple gesture to be a ‘thank you’. “I have some sweatshirts back there if you want one.” Harry pointed to the back seat.
“I'm good.” Lie.
“No seriously.” He stretched back and got me one and managed to drive at the same time. There weren’t many cars on the road but it was still scary he was doing that. He handed me the sweatshirt and I slipped it on. I nodded again.
“So what do we do if we find him??” I asked.
“What do you mean??” Harry turned on the bypass.
“He hates you and doesn’t know me. There is no way he is going to come back with us.” It was pretty obvious Harry didn’t think it through.
“If that happens we call the rest of the guys.” He said handing me his phone.
“What's this for??” I asked fiddling with it.
“If we find him I won't be thinking straight. I need you to be the brains here.” He chuckled.
“What was that chuckled for?? Am I not the brains out of the two of us already??” I shot back.
“Ouch. Calm down. I was laughing at my stupidity.” He smiled.
“Oh.” I went to unlock his phone and there was a passcode. “How am I able to be the brains if I can't call anybody??” I showed him the screen.
“It's your name.” He said blushing. I typed in my name and I sure enough saw his background appear.
“Why on earth…” I stopped there giving him room to explain.
“Management uses our stuff and I knew they wouldn’t guess that, same with the guys.” He was blushing and not looking at me.
“Huh.” I huffed. I invaded his privacy by going through his phone. “Watch the road Styles!” I yelled as he leaned over to see what I was doing.
“No text messages.”
“Got it.” I giggled and I clicked his and Niall’s texts. I was reading them when Harry stopped the car. I looked up to see a red light.
“You're looking at my messages aren’t you!” Harry called me out and tried to take his phone. I pushed the home button.
“Drive Harry!” I commanded.
“Izzy.” He whined. We were in a creepy town and he was going slow, making it that much creepier.
“Why are you going slow??” I asked.
“Because I don’t want to miss him if he's here. It's the first town out of L.A.” Harry informed. I was going through pictures now and getting to know Harry a lot more. There were the pictures of him and the guys doing dumb things, there were pictures of him drunk off his ass and dancing, then there were the cute little things like him and his mum.
“What are your parents like??” I asked him.
“Divorced and far away from each other.” He sounded bitter.
“Oh.” I said.
“What about you?? I mean I know about your father, what about your mother??” He asked glancing at me.
“She was a good friend of my dad’s that’s why they decided to be each other’s first. He told me a lot about her but I was never allowed to meet her. Maybe that’s why I'm so lonely.” I joked. Truth is it wasn’t a joke. I'm always lonely even when I have the best people around me.
“What did he tell you about her??” He smiled.
“She was bleached blonde, short, and I'm the spitting image of her.” Harry chuckled. “She was ambitious and loved seeing me on weekends when I was just a baby but couldn’t take me half the time. JC got custody because he was more of a stable parent and home.” I held up my hands making that seem idiotic.
“Why hasn’t your mum come forward and tried to be your guardian since his death??” Harry always got to business with his questions.
“I don’t really know. I tell myself it's because she doesn’t know how to say she is my absent mother but sometimes I wonder if she is even alive as well.” I shrugged.
“And Justin came into this, how??”
“Justin and JC have always been close. It was put in JC’s will that I was to go to Justin. I wouldn’t have it any other way because he really is the perfect person to take care of me.” As soon as I finished Harry stopped abruptly. “What??” I asked urgent.
“That’s our van.” He said pointing to a white plain van.
“Harry you have done lost your mind. That could be any van with a rapist in it.” I said.
“No, I'm sure it's ours.” Harry was contemplating.
“Look, I'll go.” I said getting out.
“Izallouis, Izallouis get back here!” He whisper yelled.
“Shh.” I held my middle finger to my lips. Harry looked nervous. I was nervous but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I walked up hesitantly and glanced back to see Harry still there. He got unbuckled and opened his door. I knocked a few times on the van’s door and waited. Nothing happened. I turned to walk away.
“Izallouis!” Harry yelled as I felt arms around me. I kicked and screamed but it was perfectly muffled due to the hand on my mouth. I was in the van’s back part. There was a mattress and we were on it.
“Have you come to kill me??” The guy asked. I smelled alcohol and heard Harry pounding on the door. He went to the other doors on the van.
“Come out here!” Harry yelled. “I'll kill you.” He yelled.
“So you did come here to kill me.” The voice was slurred but I knew who it was. He had me pinned down and was large compared to my tiny frame. I wasn’t in danger.
“Harry!” I yelled.
“Izallouis I'll get you!” Harry yelled.
“I'm fine!” I said.
“Are you insane!?” He yelled back.
“It's Niall.” I said calmly. Niall handcuffed me to something and went to the driver’s seat. Harry was at that window and still pounding.
“Niall. I know you are mad but can we talk??” Harry reasoned. Niall just glared at him. He was drunk, absolutely trashed.
“Niall, talk to him.” I said trying to get the handcuff off. Niall peeled out of the lot and sped off. He was swerving and couldn’t drive a straight line. He was too drunk for this. Harry must have been behind us because he honked. “Niall, we are not trying to kill you!” I yelled at him. He stopped and I heard a car door. Niall came back to me and just stared at me. He undid the hand cuff but didn’t unlock the van door. When I reached for it he got in the way. “Niall we are not here to hurt you.” I reasoned. This guy was drunk and fighting to save his life from his friends that came to take him back home. Trashed, he was trashed. He opened the door and before I could say anything Harry had me in his arms. I cuddled him for a second then let him go so he could take care of Niall.
“Niall you need to come home.” Harry smiled at me then glared at Niall. “Can you drive??” Harry asked.
“No.” I shook my head.
“Ok, we will leave the van here then. Get in the car.” Harry commanded. Niall didn’t protest and I didn’t have a reason to. I got in the car and watched them talk. I called Zayn to tell him the news.
“We have him.” I said shaking.
“Thank god!” He said and the phone shuffled.
“Is he ok??” I think Liam asked.
“He is wasted. He was in the van. He tried kidnapping me, swearing Harry and I were trying to kill hm. Then he let me go.” I said.
“Are you ok?? Did he… he… touch…”
“No, but it's a good thing Harry was here.” I sighed.
“Where are you at??” Liam asked.
“Some rundown town. He went to the first town out of L.A.” I informed him. There was a silence so I assumed he was telling the other guys.
“You guys are coming home yeah??” Zayn asked.
“Right about now.” I said.
“Ok, we can talk about it when you are home.” Zayn said.
“Bye Zayn.” I said.
“Bye.”
“Izallouis, could you get in the back. I want Niall in front so he can be watched.” Harry said.
“Sure.” I got out and sat in the back. The entire car ride home no one spoke. Harry drove and Niall stared at me through the rearview mirror. If I looked away and back he was still staring. He was a freak, give or take he was drunk. We neared the quaint yellow house and Harry looked back at me. Niall took this as an invitation to stare at me directly by turning.
“Do you want to come in??” He asked.
“Should I??” I asked in response.
“I think they guys are going to want to talk to you.” Harry scratched the nape of his neck.
“Ok then.” I got out. Niall was on the same side as me so he tried to walk straight and used the car to help him. Once the car was out of his way he stumbled. I latched onto him and helped him walk. Harry got the door unlocked and open. Once inside, Liam took Niall, the tan guy took Harry, and Zayn took me outback.
“What happened??” He asked hugging me.
“Uh, I assume you are talking about the fake kidnapping??” I cocked my head. He shook his head.
“He pinned me on a mattress in the back of the van. Which is weird, I don’t get why you have one of those back there. I could smell alcohol when he talked in his accent so I knew it wasn’t any creeper. He handcuffed me and started to drive. He stopped somewhere and Harry was there. I was being raped…”
“He did what??” Zayn screamed for everyone blocks away to hear.
“By his eyes.” I said cocking an eyebrow. He settled down. “And then he opened the door. I can say it was quite an experience.” I chuckled.
“You're not going to like tell press or anything, are you??” He looked nervous.
“Why would I do that??” I questioned.
“You were basically kidnapped by a drunken member of One Direction.” He scratched his head.
“Well I have no reason to tell people.” I said shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
“Ok. We really need you to just keep this between us. We are sorry he did that and put you in danger but god only knows what else he did since he was drunk.” Zayn ran a hand over his face.
“Don’t sweat it. I'm just glad you guys found him. He needs help.”
“You have no idea.” Zayn said wrapping an arm around my tiny shoulder. “You smell funny.” He said walked us inside.
“I had just gotten done dancing when everyone ambushed me. There wasn’t time for a shower.” I chuckled. We made it inside where Harry and the tan kid were. Niall and Liam were missing from the picture.
“Are you ok?? I swear when he sobers up I'll kill him!” Harry rushed to my side.
“I'm fine.” I chuckled.
“Izallouis we need to know that you won't –”
“I won't.” I said with barely a smile.
“You can't mention this to anyone.” The tan boy said harsh.
“Look I don’t want a scandal. I'm glad you found him. I'll go now.”
“Hey I'm still staying over so I'll drive you.” Harry said grabbing keys. I nodded in agreement and followed. He shut the door behind him and started up the car. “You're not going to say anything, are you??” He asked in the car.
“Harry, I'm friends with you and Zayn. I don’t know Niall so he could be a pretty nice person, when he's not drunk. It's not a big deal.” I shrugged.
“Have you talked to press lately??” He asked me.
“Why??” I sounded worried.
“Well some magazines have been saying we are like, friends, with, I don’t know, benefits.” He said looking at me ashamed.
“What?? Why??”
“They say they got an exclusive interview with you at your house and you said we have sex.” He explained.
“That’s out of context!” I shot back.
“So you did say it??” He was being skeptical.
“Harry I said we are good friends but that doesn’t mean we have sex. I'm fifteen. I have better things to do than lose my virginity!” I gave information I wasn’t meaning to.
“I didn’t need to know that.” He said covering his face with his hand. He left a small slot for his vision so he could still drive.
“I'm sorry. Harry don’t tell anyone.” I said turning to look at him.
“Let’s just stop. Stop there.” He said pulling up to my drive. I hopped out and punched the code in. As the gates opened I got back in. He drove up the drive slowly.
“Erm… you can park over there.” I said pointing to a canopy cover. He parked under it and got out. I slid out and shut the door smoothly.
“Why don’t you let me get the door for you??” He asked.
“First off, it would look very relationship-y to any paparazzi. Second off, why should I let a man do what I can do for myself??” He seemed to be in thought at that.
“You are so different.” He smirked at me. I unlocked the door and dismantled the alarm system. “And guarded.” He chuckled.
“It's Justin I swear.” I held up my hands in mock defense.
“I'm tired.” Harry yawned and stretched out. He was not attractive when he yawned but when he stretched his shirt came up just enough to show some of his V-lines and I almost gawked. I stopped looking at him long enough to take off my converse. I was in some sweat pants and a hoodie so I had to shower yet and change.
“I'm going to shower and change then I'll meet you on the couch.” I winked and left. I liked leaving him buzzing. I could tell that statement and wink left him teased. I showered off my body and just conditioned my hair because I wanted to get to Harry. I might be falling for him. He is charming, caring, attractive, and most importantly someone I know I can trust. I combed my hair through and shook it like a dog then flung on my oversized pajama pants and a tank top. I don’t like sleeping in clothes either but if Harry is going to want to cuddle I think we should both have some coverage. I plugged my phone into the charger and walked down stairs to the kitchen. Harry was making himself at home. “Make yourself at home.” I chuckled. He turned around and shut the fridge.
“I just wanted to see if you had any fruit.” He was a strange one.
“There are strawberries in the blue bowl.” I said getting some plates out.
“We won't need those. Just go and put in a movie, any movie.” He smiled and set the bowl on the island. I left eyeing him carefully. I didn’t give any care in the world as to what movie we watched so I just popped in Finding Nemo. I waited on the couch for a minute or so and Harry came out shirtless, pajama pants on, and holding a bowl.
“Harry.” I scooted over to him after he sat down. I leaned under his arm and he scrunched me into him.
“Here.” He held a strawberry to my lips. I seductively licked it and then bit into it. He watched me carefully as I did this. He had a glint of lust in his eyes watching me.
“Your turn.” I grinned taking a strawberry and doing the same. He didn’t lick it but instead let his plush lips brush my fingertips. I got goose bumps feeling his lips on my skin.
“Back to you.” He whispered. He shifted and got closer to me. He set the bowl down and grabbed one strawberry he put one end of the strawberry in his mouth and looked at my lips. He moved closer to me and I panicked. I had goose bumps though I was hot. I felt light headed though I wasn’t sick. I felt my stomach hurt though I had eaten. I had to decide if I wanted this strawberry intertwined with Harry’s lips right now. I stopped him. I took the strawberry from his mouth. “What??” He asked. I slammed my mouth onto his without a second thought. He grabbed my shoulders and laid me back. The kiss was never broken as he was centered on top of me. I took my hand and grabbed his hip whilst my other hand was on his neck. He had one hand on the couch holding him up so he hovered and the other on my butt. He was moving in a slow motion on me. I stopped abruptly. “I'm sorry. You just started it and I wanted to… I'm sorry.” He apologized. I kissed him again only this time he put his tongue into it. I don’t know how to make out but whatever I was doing worked because he moaned into my mouth. I kissed him hard, if you can kiss hard. I constantly slammed my lips harder and harder against his and licked his lips. I felt him bite my bottom lip. We stopped for a second and evened out our breath then started to kiss again. He kept moving up and down on me and sucking my lips.
“Stop.” I mumbled in the kiss. He continued and ignored my call. “Harry stop.” I said harsher.
“I'm sorry.” He apologized.
“Don’t be.” I bit my lip myself.
“I liked that a lot.” He sounded raspy.
“Me too.” I whispered.
“Want to do it again??” He smirked. Instead of ramming my lips onto his and practically eating his face off; I slowly went in and let my lips linger on his without movement then I pulled away slowly so that the departure of our lips was like separating a magnet. He slowly opened his eyes and looked dazed.
“We should go to bed.” I said. It was getting late and I was getting tired.
“On the couch??” He asked.
“I think we can go to my bed.” I said standing up.
“Here.” Harry whisked me up bridal style and walked us up to my room. He swiftly opened the door and flopped me on the bed.
“Harry.” I giggled.
“Let’s get to bed now. I have a busy day tomorrow.” He shut off the light and I felt the bed shift after a few seconds. He didn’t hesitate to take my small frame and shape himself around me.
“Harry??” I asked.
“Yeah.” He said right in my ear.
“Do you want to date me??” I asked. I didn’t really mean it as a ‘will you go out with me’ but as in general would he ever go out with me.
“Are you asking me out??” He sounded shocked.
“No, I just want to know if you ever would date me.” I told him.
“If given the chance without any complications, yes, I would.” He squeezed me tight. I squeezed his arms that were around my stomach. “Goodnight love.”
“Goodnight Harry.” I sighed.

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