Privacy [completed]

ELEVEN| meeting is love?

HARRY

I couldn't help but to beg for a stop in Colorado before we went to Nevada. I had to see her again. She wasn't different than other girls, she didn't look any better or worse than other girls. She was just... her. She seemed broken, torn to pieces. I wanted to help her.

Helping her was the worse decision of my life.

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"You gave your number to a stranger," Liam said once we got into the car.

"I knew her," I said all whilst whipping out my phone to text the beautiful blue-haired girl. She interested me so much. I messaged her.

'Liam's yelling at me. Are you safely aboard your plane? xx.'

"It's not safe giving your number to fans," whined Liam. "She could give it away to her sister, or maybe even her group of friends!"

"She doesn't have friends," I shrugged.

"You can be quite the dick, lad," Liam scoffed.

"No, not like that!" I defended. "She genuinely doesn't!"

My phone buzzed and she had replied saying she's on the plane. I messaged her back by sending a few loves. I couldn't help but feel giddy. She's extremely cute.

"How would you know?" Liam asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Wild guess?"

Liam sighed in disapproval and turned away from me. This is why I prefer to ride alone, I won't have to be judged by the other guys. They take my kindness as if I'm too kind.

"You don't even know her," Liam sighed.

"Yes I do," I muttered, my eyes never leaving my phone.

"How old is she? What's her last name? Birthday?" Liam asked.

I stayed quiet and fiddled with my phone. I don't know any of those things. I don't know her that well, but I was going to ask her over dinner.

"My point is proven. Leave her alone, H. It's not good. She's a sweet, innocent girl. She doesn't need boy band drama," Liam said. "Especially drama with you."

"Fuck off," I groaned.

"Classic, Styles. Classic," Liam mumbled.

We sat quietly waiting to get to our destination. I think we're going to an interview. I'll be bombarded with questions regarding her or as the media likes to call her, Blue-Haired Girl. I'm not one to confirm silly rumors. I let people think what they want to think. Eventually, I'll say what I have to say, usually being what everyone wants to here. I'm just dreading that this interview is live.

We finally arrived after a short half an hour later. We're not even parked yet and I hear the screaming girls. I love them so much. Without their support, we would be nothing. It means a lot actually. I wish they knew how much I appreciate them. But don't they get tired of meeting us everywhere when they won't even see us?

"Alright, Liam you off first. Harry's gonna go through the back," said Trent.

He's my security guard. I don't have a personal security guard because that's silly. But Trent is with me almost everywhere, so I guess that means he is my personal security guard. But I don't like to call him that, he's more than just some security guard to me. He's a great guy who speaks his mind, and he is my friend when I'm in America. Liam didn't question Trent and he got out the car with a team right behind him. The door closed and the driver drove off to the back, which was empty. It's a gated entrance.