Right Place and Right Time

Chapter 21

Chapter 21:

            I slowly woke up and looked to my side and saw Harry sleeping next to me. I checked the time on my phone: 9:27. Shit, I have to get to the hotel by 10 or else I’ll be in trouble. Harry looked so peaceful sleeping; I know I don’t look like that when I sleep. I quickly took a picture and gently shook him.

            “Harry, Harry wake up,” I said softly.

            “Huh, what’s wrong?” said Harry while rubbing his eyes.

            “Nothing, I just need to go back to the hotel, okay?”

            “Here I’ll take you; my car’s in the garage.”

            “You sure?”

            “Yeah, no problem.”

            I grabbed my bag and followed Harry, who was already walking out the door. We went down to the garage, where we found his car and quickly left. My hotel was only 17 minutes away, so I quickly arrived. Before I got out of the car, I threw my arms around Harry, “Thanks for tonight.”

            His face grew red and he smiled, hugging me back. Then I got out of the car and left.

            The next morning, this pounding on the door woke me up.

“Becca… The door… Go get it…” I muttered, while snuggling deeper in between the blankets. Becca didn’t move; she was either sleeping through that pounding ruckus or just ignoring me. With a groan, I swung my legs out of my bed and walked over to the door and opened it, only to be greeted by the blinding flash from a camera.

“Sweet mother of God I can’t see!” I screamed, initially shocked from the light. Then I heard more clicks and gathered enough sense to slam the door shut. I checked out of the little peephole and saw paparazzi standing there, waiting for me to make a reappearance. What are they doing here? Oh God, does it have something to do with Harry? Nothing happened between us.

I turned around and by then, Becca was awake.

“Look Nat I think you might be trending on twitter!”

“What?”

“Yeah, see? Right here. You and Harry. It’s trending as Harry’s new girl.”

            So it was because of Harry. Shit. I skimmed down the article; seeing pictures of me and Harry at the restaurant, in his car, everywhere.

            ‘Can this girl seen with Harry Styles late at night possibly be his next girlfriend?’

            First off, it wasn’t even that late.

            ‘Styles certainly has gotten busy in the land down under.’

            Nothing happened between us, what the hell? I skimmed down the article and quickly looked at some comments.

            Some of them were like, ‘aw they’re so cute! Xx’

            Or ‘I ship them.x’

            What the hell is up with Brits and X’s? The rest of the comments consisted of calling me a bitch, ugly, and a whore. Okay, first off, these people have no right to be calling me those things when they don’t even know me. What the fuck; this is unacceptable. I’m done with this. I went to the bathroom and made myself look decent, then let Becca get ready. I was slowly getting hungrier, and Becca was almost down. When she was finally ready, we made our way down to breakfast, shoving against the paparazzi. We finally got down to the dining hall and ate like there was no tomorrow. People kept shooting me glances, looking down at their phones and back up, but I couldn’t care less. I was really upset about this; everybody was judging me. Sydney and Taylor walked up to my table.

            I glared up at them, “Go away Sydney.”

            Except my mouth was filled with a portion of a waffle, so it could’ve sounded like anything. Instead of bagging on me, they acted as if they were my best friends for years. As if I was that stupid. The moment that I was full, I grabbed a bottle of water and left, on my way to go up to my room. The hotel staff did a good job of kicking out the pap so the corridor seemed eerily silent. Hm, whatever. I got up to my room and took a peek outside of the window, hiding behind the curtain; so many people. Do they have nothing better to do? It’s not like I’m even going out with Harry, goodness.

            I got out Becca’s Mac and got on her twitter; she wouldn’t care. I was still trending. I clicked the link and read through the other tweets, and my anger was soon replaced with a sense of horror. Do I really seem this horrible to other people? I got so sick of it, I just slammed the computer shut; but it was as if the hate was burned into my head.

            I just laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, when Becca came in with a bundle of letters. Now what?

            “Hey,” said Becca, “the front desk guy told me that these were all for you.”

            “Oh… Um… Thanks. Give them to me.”

            “You okay?”

            I cocked my head for a moment, thinking. “No.”

            “Want to talk about it?”

            “Maybe later,” I told her as I grabbed the bundle of letters. I quickly tore through them, but regretted it. Tears began to stream down my face, increasing in speed by the second. Then my phone buzzed.

            Steve: I guess the deal is off then? Tiff’s really weirded out by this.

            I read it and typed a quick reply: Tell Tiff to calm down cause the deal’s still on. There’s nothing between Harry and I; we’re just friends.

            My $18,000 deal is in jeopardy now. I can’t handle this. The only way I can get rid of this is getting rid of Harry himself. I honestly don’t want to do this; especially after what happened last night. The night I first felt safe since five years ago. But I slowly pressed the call button and waited for him to answer.