This Just In (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 15: I'm dead.

Chapter 15: I'm dead.

*Maddy's POV*

We had officially arrived at the studio. My mum was not overestimating the amount of people here. I told her I was going to the studio to watch the boys record. And her response was a burst of excitement followed by instructions on what to do. Walk with the boys into the studio, hold Harry's hand or whisper to him, act all lovey-dovey, ect. And she promised me that there would be plenty of witnesses and reporters to see our embraces. Great.

After seeing the people who surrounded the studio, and the boys surprised reactions, I cowered into Harry's chest. He snapped out of his trance enough to hold me against him. He didn't mention my strange knowledge of the people who would be here. He didn't talk at all.

"What are we going to do?" Niall asked. His face was terrified. Liam and Zayn had similar expressions. Louis looked a little bored. He knew this was my fault. And he wasn't worried. Harry seemed to just want to protect me. He buried his face in my hair.

"We need to get out." Liam said. Nobody moved.

"Well, it's not like we haven't seen big crowds before. What makes this so different?" Louis yawned.

Everyone looked at me, except for Harry who kept his face in my long locks.

"They shouldn't have know where we were. It was unexpected. That's all." Zayn said.

"But Maddy knew. How..." Niall looked utterly confused.

"Don't go blaming her! It's not her fault, so shut it!" Harry argued in a strained voice.

"Louis is right," Liam said, "This isn't any different from before. Let's go."

Now everyone crawled to the door. Harry began to move, but I stayed still.

"C'mon, love." He said.

"I'm going in the back way." I announced.

"Well, then I'll stay too."

"No, Harry. That would ruin everything. Go. I'll see you in a bit."

"What are you talking about? I don't want to leave you."

"Go!"

He didn't respond. He looked into my eyes, searching for answers. I would have to tell him soon. And then he would hate me. But I would always like him, because I unwillingly fell for his charm. And I could never reverse that. The door had been opened, and a loud buzz of screaming filled my ears.

"Haz, lets get going! See you later, Mad!" Louis screamed.

Harry sighed, "I hope you'll explain later. I don't want to lie to each other. Will you tell me everything?"

"Someday." I whispered.

He nodded. That was good enough..for now.

Harry crawled out of the limo, and shut the door without acknowledging me anymore. He knew that was what I wanted. The driver started pulling the car away. I watched out of the tinted windows as ten security guards surrounded the boys. All of the fans in the crowd screamed. The paps, on the other hand, looked disappointed. I knew why. Mum had told them I would be there. But now they would just have unoriginal, crummy pictures of the boys. There was no gossip you could string to this. But if there had been a girl...different story. I know I just ruined everything with Harry. He would have to know the truth. Even if it kills him.

Nobody thought to follow the retreating limo. Because nobody knew that the real story was unseen. That's too bad, isn't it? My mum will be pissed.

I can't wait.

The car pulled into a creepy alley, and up to a big black door. The window between me and the driver rolled down.

"You can get out now. Nobody followed us." He said.

"Thanks" I exited the limo. When I got to the door, I knocked. I didn't want to open it but I didn't want to stand there forever. Luckily the door opened. Paul stood there and looked around before pulling me inside.

"You okay?" He said. I nodded, I think.

"Crazy crowd. Totally unexpected too. Sure you're okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. Hope the boys are alright." I was proud that I could contribute to the conversation.

"Oh, they're fine. Worried about you, mostly."

We walked down several hallways, and it reminded me of the concert. We came to a door that said 'Studio 3', and entered. The boys were all lounging on comfy couches, while two professional looking men were talking. When Harry saw me, he stood and rushed over.

"Are you okay?" He said, tightly embracing me.

"Yeah. You?" I muttered into his chest.

"I'm fine."

We stood like that until someone cleared his throat. I saw Louis had stood up.

"As much as we enjoy this intimate and heartfelt moment, we have work to do." He said. With a grin, he looked from Harry to me. When he looked at me, I swear the humor in his eyes disappeared for a second. He wants answers. All of us do, buddy. Harry sighed and returned to the couch. He pulled me with him, and set me on his lap.

"So, we're recording the acoustic version of 'Last First Kiss' and the dance version of 'Little Things' today." The professional man continued.

Harry kissed my forehead, and went into the booth to sing his parts. The boys took turns, and seemed to have lots of fun. It was as if before had never happened. They had to redo 'Last First Kiss' seven times because Louis kept saying "Last First Piss". Wow. How mature.

After hours of laughing, the boys were done. Harry ran out and spun me in a big circle. We both laughed, and he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder. I yelped loudly. Niall, Liam, Zayn, and yes, even Louis started cracking up. Harry carried me all the way to the door I came in. The boys had followed us, and Paul opened it from the outside.

"All clear, boys." He said. Harry set me down, and we all got into the limo that waited for us. When we got in, everyone was chatting and erupting with laughter. It was very different from this morning. The driver took me to my house, and I was submerged in goodbye hugs.

"Bye, Maddy!" Louis said while bear hugging me. I went to give Harry a hug too, but Louis stopped me.

"If its alright, can Harry go inside with you? I think you have some things to talk about..." Louis said

"Louis, that's rude. If Maddy has to go, then I won't stop her." Harry shook his head.

Oh no.

"No. Harry, I want you to come." I said. Wait..what? I definitely did not want to have the conversation that was bound to happen. What was I doing?

"See, Haz. Now we'll talk to you two later." Louis shoved us out of the car. He slammed the door closed, and the limo sped away. I sighed and grabbed Harry's hand tightly. We intertwined our fingers and began walking to my house. I realized why I wanted Harry with me. Mum. She would be mad. I wanted protection from her. How selfish.

Feeling disgusted with myself, I opened the front door.

"My mum may be a bit...angry.." I warned him.

"Oh...why?" We walked inside, and took off our shoes.

"Long story."

"And will I be hearing this story?"

"Yes."

Harry looked so relieved. He shook out his hair, and gave me a dimpled grin. I couldn't help but smile back.

"MADDY PATRICIA GWENN!" My mom screamed from the kitchen.

I flinched, and backed up into Harry. He slung his arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "We're in this together."

He doesn't even know why my mum is mad, but he's here for me. I feel my heart swell with happiness.

We walked into the kitchen together.