Rule Number One

Chapter Four- Rumors

Rumors generally grow deformed as they travel. ~Edward Counsel

Brooklyn's POV

As I reached the studio for my rehearsal my phone started to ring. I checked the ID. It was Tiffany. I picked up the phone and she immediatly started to talk, "Brooklyn you have some serious explaining to do!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I got out of my car and started to walk toward the studio.

"Okay so first of all you haven't answered your phone at all today until now. At first I was like oh no biggie but then I turn on my computer and what do I find? Pictures of you and Harry Styles from not just last night but today! Harry freaking Styles!"

Oh my god, I thought. I mean I knew they obviously had pictures of us from last night, but from today too? I hadn't seen any paparazzi. "Oh my god Tiff how many pictures are there? Do they know it's me?"

"There are a lot Brooke and I don't think so. They haven't said your name. All the articles are saying things like 'Who is Harry Styles' mystery girl?' and stuff like that. But that's not the issue here! The issue is that you didn't even tell me about the whole thing in the first place!!" She exclaimed.

I opened up the door to the studio and started to walk in, "I'm sorry Tiff, just let me explain. So I was walking home from the New Years party and Harry was walking by with paparazzi following him and I got hit by a couple of them. He felt bad so he offered me a lift home and then I accidentally left my phone in his car."

"Omigosh... did you just call him Harry? You're on a first name basis! So y'all are getting pretty close? That's so adorable. Hey.. wait you texted my last night that you were home!"

"Oh ummm yeah I was still in the car with Harry and I didn't really want to explain the whole thing to you with him right next to me."

"I still can't get over this. My best friend has a thing with Harry Styles," she squilled.

"No Tiffany. I do not have a thing with him. Remember I literally just broke up with Heath? I can't even think about having another relationship let alone dating Harry Styles. That would put to much stress on me and I can't have that right now because I need to be focussed on dance. At best I just want to be friends with Harry."

"I'm not so sure about that Brooke, have you seen him shirtless? He's dreamy," Tiff sighed.

I rolled my eyes even thought she couldn't see me and put my dance stuff in my locker, "Oh yeah guess what?" I asked excitedly.

"What?"

"The director of the ballet said that if I do well during my performances he might consider me for a bigger part in the next ballet!" I whispered into the phone making sure that no one around me heard.

"Oh my god!!!! Brooke I knew he would eventually see you as the star that you are! This is amazing! I can't wait to come to your performance opening night. Save me a seat girl cause I'm gonna be front and center watching you the entire time!" She squealed.

I laughed, "Okay I got to go to rehearsal. Talk to ya later."

"Bye Brooklyn. Let's have dinner afterward and you can tell me all about the fabulous Harry Styles."

"Okay it's a plan. I will call ya when I'm done." I hung up the phone and put on my ballet shoes. I headed into the main rehearsal room and started talking to one of my dance friends, Gia.

"Brooklyn, can you come here for a sec?" Lily asked.

"Yeah sure," I said as I waved goodbye to Gia.