FALL[h.s.]

3

HARRY

[just after he met Rose]

She was damn beautiful. Her eyes were a stunning hazel color that reflects beautiful colors . Her hair was a beautiful chestnut color that sparkles and bounces when she moves. We had a connection. I felt it, I know we did. I just hope she felt it too.

It was obvious she didn't know who I was when we first met, but after she learned the hard way, I did not want her to give me the same treatment everybody does when they know I'm "The Harry Styles". After a while it gets tiring.

But Rosemary....

Rosemary, that was a beautiful name.

It was like she was something, someone different. I have met millions or maybe even billions of people in my entire lifetime, but her. Rosemary, she took my breath away. The thought her presence made me crave more, and the mere thought of a possibility of her loving me made me sigh in defeat.

Yes, I can give her whatever she wants.  Money, fame, anything, but not everything. Am I really able to provide her enough love? Enough affection? I was certain of my infatuation with her, but is that enough?

She captivated me the moment we met. The moment our eyes met, I knew that there was something in particular with her eyes. She was different. Some may say that "different" is characterized as an offense or violation, but when I mean different, I mean as distinct, vibrant, alive, and spirited. I knew that of all the eyes and personalities I have ever come across, she would stand out.

And she did just that.

Leaving her would be just as hard as forgetting my identity. It would not be possible or even realistic. For I knew, the moment I left her, I would always come back. Some how, some way. It was like the universe was pulling and attracting us together. All we needed to do was accept it.

There I sat on my bed, perplexed and mentally disorientated, a knock was heard through my door.

"Harry!", I hear somebody bang on the door. Liam.

"Uh-h, yes?"

"There's a whole crowd of girls surrounding the girl you "accidentally" tackled. She needs help."

What? How is Rose already in trouble? She took one photo... Sometimes this fandom scares me.

"Ok, hold on. I will be right there! Thank you, Liam."

How does word spread so quickly? How does one photo lead to so many accusations and assumptions?

Confused as I enter the elevator, I become more concerned as I exit.

Swarms and massive amounts of people pervade in what seems as total chaos and havoc. Squinting, I see brown hair being roughly tossed and screams of girls fill me ears.

Rose was in trouble. I felt the overcoming urge to  do something.

My legs did not even have to be told by my brain what to do, by the time I know what is going on, I'm in the middle of the chaos covering Rose's face with my hand.

Trying to calm her down, I whisper, "Shh, Rose. Calm down." Her body relaxes against mine, but quickly tenses again when the sound of yelling gets out of hand. What was I thinking going out here without a security guard? This was not safe.

You would think that I would be used to all the attention from our fans, but fame has not gotten to my head, well, besides my weirdly obsession with YSL.

A big hand was laid on my shoulder, too big for a girl... I look behind me to see my bodyguard with a firm expression on his face. He directs me back to the hotel, while I hear fans scream at the top of their lungs,

"WHAT HAPPENED TO LARRY?"

"IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?"

"FATHER MY BABIES, HARRY!"

As I am being escorted into the lobby, I look back and give them a happy smile and wave them goodbye. I truly wish I could thank and hug each and everyone, but safety must come first.

Rose was barley breathing when we got inside, which reminded me that I needed to take my hand off of her face. Whoops. My face began to redden when she look at me with those beautiful innocent hazel eyes.

"Rose, love, are you feeling ill?" All of a sudden, I became fearful for her health. Could I be the reason for her to fall injured?

"Yea, I... Um, I don't even know what to say, other than 'Thank You'", she responds while having a look of grimace.

Did I really disgust her? Or was it the sort of life I live? The people I acquaintance with?  Could the life I live repulse her? Would this affect our future... If we even have one?

"Look Rose," I say with the feeling of guilt punching me in the gut, "I really did not mean for you to be in this type of a safety hazard. If I would have known, I would have done something. I really am sorry. I wish there were some type of way for me to make it up to you, but..."

"Hey, Harry, it's fine. I understand."

"Are you sure?"

Rose is so understanding, although in the back of my mind, I feel that she is compelled to say that. I mean, after all, "rich people" can have lawyers to keep people quiet. I wish she would understand that I am not like that. I am not even in the same group of people who would do such a thing like that. If she would just take time to know and really comprehend the real me, she would be astonished. Maybe she thinks that I am like the rest. Maybe I should not even try with her. I mean, after all, why try fix a broken vase if not all the pieces remain?

ROSEMARY

It was weird. I am not even able to put into words the type of feelings and emotions I go through when being with Harry. It was if I was  going through a roller coaster. Emotions running strong, adrenaline pumping, then the fall.