This Just In (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 8: I will forever hate Mr. Chubby

Chapter 8: I will forever hate Mr. Chubby

*Harry's POV*

I smiled as I drove back to the flat I share with Louis. Then I remembered the phone call from before. It was Louis telling me about some meeting with management. I sighed and started driving to management headquarters instead. I wanted to kill Louis for interrupting my date with Maddy. I really liked Maddy. She was stubborn, sarcastic, and included quite a chase. Not to mention she was totally fit. Just my type.

I arrived at headquarters and walked inside. The lady at the front desk smiled at me. "Second door in the hallway to the left" she said.

I nodded and went to the door. I was late. Not good. I opened the door, and saw the guys all look up to stare at me. Everyone sat around a circle shaped table. Paul stood in the back of the room, and there was a chubby guy who must have been in the middle of saying something. He looked annoyed.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up!" Louis said, throwing his hand up in the air. I smacked him in the back on the head as I walked to take a seat.

The chubby man cleared his thought. "Anyways..." He said, glaring at me.

"You've got a local concert here in London this Saturday. It's already sold out, and we've got plenty of advertisements around the city." The man continued.

The boys all nodded. How did I not know about this concert. Saturday...wait...Saturday? "Hold on." I said, interrupting the man yet again.

"What?" He spat at me.

"What time? I've..uh...got some plans so..."

He shot me an evil glance. "If you have been here on time maybe you would know."

"It starts at 8, mate. But we've got to be at the arena by 5." Liam told me.

"I'm sorry...but..." I didn't really know what to say. If it had been up to me, I would rather go out with Maddy. Scoring this girl was more important than some promotional concert.

"There. Are. No. Buts. About. It." The cubby man said through his teeth.

"S'okay. We'll all make sure he shows up." Zayn said to the man.

The man nodded, and gave me another glare.

Suddenly there was a rapid knock at the door. The lady from the front desk walked in. She held a phone up to her ear, and smiled apologetically to Mr. Chubby.

"Ok. Yes. I'll show them." She said into the phone. The woman walked over to the laptop sitting on the table.

"What was the website?" She asked the person on the other line. After a few seconds, she began typing something in. When she was finished, her eyes widened. She pushed the computer to the man.

"Twitter is going mad over this. It's mental." She told the man, before leaving the room, and slamming the door behind her. The man scanned the website in front of him. He shook his head. Then he raised his eyes to meet mine.

"What have you done, boy?" He said in such a disapproving tone. His jaw clenched as he turned the computer to face us. I recognized the magazine that was displayed on the screen. It was just another one of those awful fake, moneymakers. But this article was one I had never seen. I barely noticed the title. 'STYLES HAS ANOTHER GIRL'. I had seen things like this often. This was different though. There were so many picture of me with Maddy from today. How did they even take all these picture without me noticing? Of course twitter has blown up about this. Probably calling me some big player with ANOTHER girl. I didn't want to look anymore. I stood up from the table, and walked to the wall where a One Direction poster hung.

"Harry?" Niall asked me. I didn't want to see his face. Or anyone's face for that matter. I just shook my head. I was disgusted. Couldn't I have any private life?

I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Liam's sympathetic face. I looked around him and saw all the boys smiling kindly at me. We were all in this together. The cubby guy, on the other hand, looked angrier than he had before. His face was turning a scary shade of red. He looked at me, shooting lighting out of his eyes.

"You are going to ruin everything! No. More. Girls. Unless I tell you to publicly go out with someone, you are grounded." He said.

"Grounded?" I replied incredulously.

He simply nodded. I burst out laughing, "How old do you think I am? 12? You have no right to ground me. I can go out with whoever I please."

"We'll then, Mr. Styles, I hope you enjoy all the hate you will get from this." He grabbed the laptop, and scrolled down. He was reading the comments. "Mandy1133 says, 'Wow. He is such a slut. He should stop using women.' FriedPickle says, 'And this is why so many people hate One Direction. Because of Harry Styles.' 1Dhate says, 'For the love of God, that boy is a walking STD!'"

At the last comment, I hurried out of the room. The boys called my name to get me to come back, but I didn't even try to listen. The last thing I heard before shutting the door behind me was the chubby man say "You stay away from her."

I jogged back to my car as the world blurred around me. I fiercely wiped the tears from my cheeks as I drove back to my flat.