The Reporter

Chapter 9: Driving Harry Home

Oh. My. God.

Harry was here and he was really drunk.

My mouth opened in shock. What were the chances of seeing him in a random club? Out of all of the clubs he could have gone to!

"Hi Harry, where are the other boys?" I asked cautiously.

"I sn-snuck out," said Harry "they d-don't know I'm here," Harry laughed like somebody told a funny joke.

"Harry that's not safe! You could get yourself killed driving home, you idiot!"

"Your worried about me," Harry said and chuckled. My face flushed a little.

"No I'm not, I'm just worried about the safety of people in general," I tried. Thank god he won't remember this in the morning.

Meanwhile Danielle was gaping at us her eyes flicking between Harry and me in disbelief.

"What's wrong with your friend, C-Chris?"

Now it was Danielle's turn to stutter. She turned to me, "wah-what? How? Where? When? HARRY STYLES?!?"

I sighed out, "I had to interview Harry to write an article about him for Seventeen magazine. I thought that we would never see each other again, but I guess I spoke too soon," I folded my arms and looked back at Harry, he was trying to eye down one of the waiters for another glass of champagne.

I couldn't just leave him here. Why not? I asked myself he has been nothing but mean to you. But I knew that deep inside I was curious about Harry and didn't have set feelings on him.

I sighed out once again, "Come on, I'll take you home," I hated myself for allowing myself to get sucked up into him again, but I couldn't help it I was curious.

"Ok-kay," Harry said, "Only because I like you."

I once again blushed a little at his comment but turned back to the open-mouthed Danielle, "Okay since your sleeping over you can just head back to the apartment there is a spare key in the glove compartment of my car. I'll meet you there after I get him home. Got it?"

"Uh-huh," Danielle nodded totally out of it and started walking out of the club in a zombie-like trance.

"Ok now it's time to get you home," I wrestled with him to get him into his car. I buckled him in (safety first) and then walked around to the drivers side. We were driving in a Mercedes so I was a little nervous thinking how much I would have to pay if I crashed this.

I turned to the radio to play Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars while pulling out of the V.I.P parking spot Harry gets to use. I had to admit I was kind of impressed that he got his own parking spot at a club.

I turned to Harry and said, "Okay where is your place?"

"I don't remember," he said his eyebrows knitting together, trying to remember.

This was going to be a long night.