Catching Red Eyes - NYC

Chapter 4

After getting away from the airport traffic, we were off to apparently some hotel where we were to interview Harry Styles. I never followed pop culture but I knew who he was and knew the fans were absolutely crazy. I’ve seen the media coverage so you think I would be prepared for what happened next…I wasn’t. Not even a little bit.

The car came to a screeching halt and Marc let out a slew of curse words that made even my eyes go wide. After my seat beat unlocked itself, I was able to see what the cause of the halt was and what I saw was mayhem, absolute mayhem. Rows and rows of screaming, crying girls with posters and they were coming right for us.

“Lovely.”, was all I heard Marc say. Before I knew what was happening, they were pounding on the windows and the hood and the truck. They were pushing their faces onto the glass and cupping their hands around their eyes to look inside. I pulled away from the window and felt my back hit Marc as I sat as far from the windows as I could.

“Apologies. The police will be here shortly, I have just phoned them.” said the driver. He sounded so calm and collected while I could hear my breathing getting fasted.

“It’s fine, I expected this”, said Marc inches from my ear. “Rowan, mind sitting on your side. I don’t play for your team anyways.” I looked at Marc and saw that he was as calm as the driver. Before I could even comprehend anything, I heard sirens and we were moving again. The police escorted us somewhere inside the building, I guessed underground because it was dark and the car came to a stop. Before I could even catch my breath, my door was slung open and, I could only guess, hotel security grabbed me and pulled me out and right into the building. Marc was right next to me with his own security and we were put right onto an elevator as they hit a button and the doors slide closed. I honestly felt like I was being kidnapped but seeing Marc next to me, I knew I was sort of okay. I stared at my boots until I heard the ding and we were once again shuffled towards a double door and pushed inside to what could have been the biggest and nicest suite I had ever seen or been inside of. I finally found my breath and took it. I felt like I hadn’t taken a breath since the pounding on the windows.

“You ok over there?” Marc asked while shoving a press VIP pass over my head.

“What was that...this…what”, I heard myself say but it didn’t sound like me. My head was spinning.

“Just his fans. It’s happened before”, Marc said as his phone started ringing and he walked away. I was by myself in the suite, well sort of by myself. Hotel security was posted at the front and back of the suite and there was even one by the window. I surveyed the suite and saw bottles of water, soda, and an assortment of food on the dining room table. I grabbed a water and chugged it down. I knew he was famous but that was insane. My heart was still beating a mile a minute. I needed some air. I walked toward the sliding glass doors that led to private balcony. The officer opened it for me and closed it behind me.

I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and extended my arm onto the ledge to steady myself.

“Are you alright?”, a deep, sing song voice asked from somewhere behind me. I jumped and bumped into a table causing whatever decoration to crash onto the ground. Shit, shit, shit. I looked up to where the voice came from and was immediately captivated by bright, haunting green eyes.