Parallels Intertwined

Chapter 1

Harry's whole team had just checked into the hotel, as they were gonna start shooting in a couple of days for his music video. After a long day of travel, they were super tired so they all went to their rooms, but Brionna, on the other hand, wasn't tired at all, as she used to be a cabin crew before she joined the creative producer's team for Mr. Harry Styles. They knew each other for a while before she joined the team. So she went to her room, dumped her stuff, took her essentials, and left the hotel to explore what was around their hotel.

On her way out, Harry saw her and called her so she went to him first. "Where are you off to Bri?", "Oh just going for a walk looking around! She responded. "Be safe cya tomorrow!"He called out.

"Always", she hugged him and left. Walking around the hotel she found a little grocery store. She picked up a few things and placed them into her sling bag after paying for them of course. She then went to the nearest car rental, she needed a car for the next three days. She found the most convenient one and booked it.

She went back to the hotel, took a quick shower wore shorts and a loose T. She was just about to call for dinner when she heard a continuous knocking which went on to banging the door and someone shouting her name.

She almost tripped over a small table trying to get to the door, as she opened it she saw the horror on Sam's face who worked in the same team as her, and was almost screaming at Bri's face "You have to help! Brionna, It's Harry something happened, he is in his room and all I can hear is things breaking on the inside, and all I could think to ask you for help!"

Bri slammed the door behind her and they both ran towards his room. Sam refused to enter for some reason but Bri didn't wait since the door was ajar.

She busted in and saw the whole room was a mess, shattered glass pieces all over the floor and furniture all over the place. The first thing she did was pull him into a tight hold, stopping him from throwing around more things than he already had.

He fought back at first but Bri held on tight and started humming "it's Bri! shhh...shhh...I got you!" He stopped struggling beneath her touch and broke down completely. She slowly turned him around and saw tears running down his face and him grumbling "why me! why me!"

She continued holding him and rocking him back and forth with him nuzzling his face into her neck. "You're gonna be fine! alright!. I'm staying right here with you okay, you're not alone!". After ten minutes or so she suggested "Let's get you to the bathroom and get your hands cleaned up, okay?" She staggeringly lifted him up and he followed her lead, he tightened his hands around her waist not wanting to let go of her, his crutch.

Bri held his hand under lukewarm running water since that's what she used to do to calm herself down, she knew it would work. She removed one scattered piece of glass from his palm, applying pressure on the cut to stop it from bleeding out. "Any better? She asked in her whisper almost inaudibly but he caught up and nodded slightly.

She turned off the tap and turned him around, wiping the tears off his cheeks. Giving him a bitter-sweet smile "I'll get you out - out of whatever it is that's bothering you!" She twirled him around to lighten the tension to which he smiled just a bit.

"Come on now let's get you to bed! Hmmm, You've been awake for too long! She pulled him along and walked to his bedroom. Sitting on his bed, he removed his shoes and slipped under the cover. Bri excused herself and got a bottle of water, kept it next to him.

She held his hand until he fell asleep then she carefully walked out and went to speak to his manager.

Sam had gone back to her room after she called Harry's manager, he was waiting for Bri to come out and then she explained what all had happened and as a result, he decided to cancel all his meetings for the weekend for him to recover. He informed Bri he would stay with him just to make sure nothing happens to which Bri agreed and told him her room number if by any chance she was needed.

She went back exhausted and drained of emotions, eating now was not even on her mind. Reaching her door, she then realised the key card was on the table on the other side of the door. Sighing she dragged herself to use the telephone placed in the hallway, called the recipient and the door opened minutes later. She fell flat on the bed and was knocked out.