Privacy [completed]

SEVEN| idol is love?

I woke up to early, I always hated when I did that.

I always felt extremely tired. I got up slowly and went to the balcony. The sun was shining so bright that next morning. I remember wondering how I could be so upset in such a bright sunlight? I think that's when I truly began wondering what love was.

I felt my phone in my robe I wore. It was hot, but it'd rather be hot than to show the world myself without being covered up. The world doesn't deserve to be treated so coldly. That's what I thought at the time. I looked at my hand and realized I still had Harry's number on it.

I don't know when to text Harry or even if I should. He's probably busy and everything, and I didn't want to disturb him. It's only nine in the morning, is he even awake? He's got to be awake by now, right? He has schedule, doesn't he? Those that's ran through my head. But I remember thinking that maybe idols are my love. Idols can be love, right? So if I called him, I'd find what love actually was.

With that thought in mind, I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. It rang for a little while until heavy breathing and coughing took over the phone.

"Who is this?" Harry asked.

"The girl from the hotel-" He interrupted me and said my name. "Yes." I answered. I hate him saying my name.

"I know who you are, you're not just the girl from the hotel," he spoke.

I stayed quiet. I didn't know what to say.

He coughed, "Up for dinner tonight?"

"I'm tired," I muttered.

"Please?" He begged.

"Being blinded and followed by paparazzi doesn't really spark my interest," I admitted quietly.

"I can try and keep them away. I really want to do this to apologize," he said.

"I'll think about it," I sighed.

"You don't have to if you don't want too," he mumbled.

I stayed silent. I bet he thought I didn't want too. In reality, I don't think I wanted to for fun. But I wanted to just to see what Love was.

"Don't be scared, I have pretty good security," Harry reassured.

I sighed. "I didn't mean to interrupt whatever you're doing."

"Just running on the treadmill," Harry said.

"Oh, sorry-"

"Stop apologizing," he chuckled deeply. "That's my job."

I looked out into the bright sunlight.

"I'll talk to you later, yeah? I hope to see you for dinner tonight," Harry said and ended the call.

I just had a phone conversation with Harry Styles. He's probably going to change his number after dinner. Who wants some fan to have their number?

I sighed and went back inside. Megan was still asleep. I sat on my bed and laid down. I always liked laying down, I never liked standing for any period of time. Standing had always made me tired. I didn't feel sleepy, well, I may have. But I didn't fall asleep. I just laid on the bed.

Suddenly, I felt by phone buzz. I had grabbed it and realized I had laid down for a couple hours. I always remember that moment surprising me the most. When I checked my phone, it was Harry.