Sometime between leaving the hotel, eating, getting run down by psychotic teenage girls, and getting back to the hotel, word got out that he was staying there because more girls were surrounding the hotel as well as inside it.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I said.
“Ready?”
“Ready for what?” I asked him.
“Ready to go inside.”
“We’re going in there!?”
“Where else do you propose we go?”
“What about the place you and the others stay in?”
He actually laughed, “That’s got girls magnetized to it even when we aren’t here. It’s just as bad there. Now come on, don’t want them realizing we’re in this car and come jumping on it like they did to Niall.”
I didn’t have time to get an explanation on what he meant by that because the guards opened the door and I was shoved out of it. Next thing I knew Harry was grabbing my hand and running again, straight into the mob who now saw us. The guards were now surrounding us as we charged ahead. The noise is unbearable, I feel like my ears are going to explode.
We finally made it inside and were pushing past people when I realized what was being yelled by not only fans but the media as well, “Who is that with you?” “Is she your new girlfriend?” “How long have you been dating?” “When will you confirm Hylar?”
Hylar? What is that supposed to be a mix of ‘Harry’ and ‘Skylar’? What is wrong with people! We’re not even dating!
One girl grabbed me by the shoulders and yelled, “Are you and Harry really dating?”
I started to say no but Harry yanked me ahead faster. A lot of the ‘fans’ were also being mean and I’m pretty sure I heard one of the paps call me something too. I got all sorts of things like Slut, Ugly, Bitch, or my personal favorite, a ‘Fugly Whore’. What even is that? I’ve never once heard the word ‘fugly’.
I was more than relieved to be inside the elevator, then even better in our room. You couldn’t really hear the yelling through the thick walls and door so the silence was beautiful.
“What a day!” he exhaled as he flopped down onto the bed.
“That’s all you have to say? After all that?”
“This isn’t my first rodeo Sky. That’s my everyday life. That’s normal for me.”
“And you like it?”
He shrugged, “I have better days but most of the time it doesn’t bother me, it just shows how much they love and support us.”
“They’re vicious!”
“Nah they’re harmless, unless you get them in large numbers but it’s like that with anything.”
“No, I mean they’re MEAN. Not to you maybe but you weren’t the one being called a fat slut.”
“They don’t actually mean any of that you know.”
“Oh I’m pretty sure they do.”
“They don’t even know you, how would they know if you’re a slut or a whore?”
“They don’t care whether I am or not, they’ve made up their minds. Trust me, it’s not my first rodeo being on this side of those words. I got it all through school and I know how it goes.”
“But isn’t Parker the only guy you’ve slept with?”
“Yes but that doesn’t matter to them.”
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Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionSkylar has had a rough life, between the terrible thing that happened when she was only 5, to the orphanage, to now just trying to find her way as a freshman in college. She likes rock music and reading, and dislikes most people and anything to do w...
