Chapter 19: Im Not Ready For This
Woke up to my alarm and Harry was not next to me anymore, witch was not odd. He probably left before Lou came home, just in case he checked on me, then Harry wouldn’t be there. I groaned as I rolled over and pressed snooze. 5 mins later it went off again. Uggg. I hate mornings. Again I pressed it and another 5 mins later the annoying beep went off. I picked up the alarm clock, ripped it out of the wall and threw it across the room.
Fine. I rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed and looked over to see what time it was. Oh wait, yea, I broke the clock. I picked up my phone to look at the time 4:50. Uggg! I hate life. I got up and walked into the bathroom] and washed my face. I got dressed, put on make up and did my hair. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=68918040)
I tried not to rub my eyes, knowing if I did I would mess up my makeup, as I walked down the steps. I could hear Harry whisper yelling on the phone as I walked in the kitchen. He was sitting on a bar stool on his phone. I opened the fridge grabbing water. I tried not to listen to the convocation but I could hear the anger in his voice. I couldn’t help but listen, it was to tempting.
“What do you mean it’s been leaked? (Pause) By who? (Pause) Well find out because I want them fired! She’s not ready for this! Her life is going to change and it's our fault! (Pause) Don’t tell me to calm down! You don’t have to tell her, I do! (Pause) You better, good bye.” He said as he hung up his phone. He looked at me with sad eyes. Oh god! Whats going on! He was talking about me wasn't he!
“Harry, whats going on?” I asked. Harry walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist as he planted a kiss on the top of my head. “I'm really sorry.” He whispered. Now I knew they were talking about me. “Harry whats going on!” I yelled as I wiggled out of his grip. “Your identity has been leaked. The press got hold of your name, age, were you go to school, were your from, were you work, they even got a picture of you. The media put it out on the Internet late last night.” He told me. I felt really light headed, I put my hands on a counter to try to keep from falling over. “Maybe we should sit you down.” Harry said, trying to lead me to a bar stool.
“No. I have to go back to the studio and grab my clothes. Students have to be checked into the hotel by 5:45 and I'm already running late.” I said as I pulled myself together and walked to the door. “Well at least let me walk you down. The Paparazzi are already outside waiting for you and there is no way you could sneak past them, lets get a cab. I'll walk you down and a security grad can drive you to the studio, then to the hotel so he can make sure that you get there safely, ok?” he asked as he followed me. I turned around to look at him. He was only in his boxers. “At least put some clothes on before we leave.” I told home. He agreed and when to change as he called a cab.
I stood by the door it was almost 5 already. I figured that I should text the rest of the boys so the know whats going on. “Dear boys, yes it was I who set your alarms for 5:15. Mwhahaha! I left your room keys in each of your kitchens. Get your lazy asses out of bed, wake up the girls also, and get dressed. Breakfast starts at 6 in meeting room 4, and you need to drop your things off in your room before coming. ~C”
The moment I sent it Harry came back down the stairs. “Ready to go?” he asked opening the door. “Yep. FYI, you need a new alarm clock in the spare room.” I told him as we walked to the elevator. “Why?” he asked me. “Because I broke the one you have in there.” I told him as if it was no big deal. “That’s the 3rd on this week!” he told me, a bit louder then was needed. “What can I say I hate mornings. And I hate waking up to an alarm more then wakening up to people.” I told him as I smirked. He just sighed and shook his head.
By now we had reached the front door. The door was made so if you were inside you could see out, but if you were outside all you saw was black. Already, I could see about 35 large men, all with cameras in hand waiting for me to come out. “Are you ready?” Harry asked as he looked down at me. All I could do was nod in response. Harry slid a pair of sunglasses onto his face, and then a pair onto mine so we would not get blinded from the flashes. He wrapped an arm around my waist protectively and pulled me close before opening the door.
