Valerie’s POV:
*Two Days Later*
Holly was out of the hospital and back at home. She had a mild case of depression and she moped around for a while. Her wrist was bandaged and she kept glancing down at it, just reminding her of everything that was going on. I wanted to help, we all did, we just didn’t know what to do.
Gemma left today. But just before she was about to leave, I saw her and Dan go off to the side somewhere. Dan leaned on the wall (without missing it this time) and when Gemma came to say goodbye, she had this huge smile on her face. As she closed the door, I saw Dan hold his hand up to his head like a phone and mouth the words ‘call me’. Gemma giggled as she left.
Everything seemed to be a little better, less dramatic than it had been two days ago.
Now, all I needed to know was how Harry was handling everything…
Harry’s POV:
I was back in the U.S. Simon had had me fly back on the private jet and had Paul meet me inside as soon as we landed.
“Okay,” Paul sighed, “I’m guessing you already know that there have to be consequences for leaving.” I nodded, “Alright,” he sighed again, “So, no twitter, no phone, and you have to do the crew of the movie a favor.” I groaned and nodded, handing Paul my phone.
“How long until I can have my phone back?” I asked. I had something planned and I needed my phone for it.
“A week,” Paul said, “Maybe less if you behave.”
The camera crew for the movie soon joined us on the plane to explain what I had to do.
“Okay,” the guy holding the camera said, “It’s simple. We just need you to walk through the airport and to the van waiting for you outside.” I looked between the man and Paul.
“Okay,” I said, “Seems simple enough.”
“There’s a catch though,” Paul said, “There are probably hundreds of fans waiting for you to come off this jet,” he said, “But only one of me.”
“Is there going to be more security?” Paul shook his head.
“We need chaos,” the camera guys said, “What better chaos than this?” I just stared at the guy, not believing what he was saying.
“Are you telling me that I’ll have to get through hundreds of fans with only Paul to keep them at bay?” The guy nodded, “Are you mad?! I’ll be ripped to shreds!”
“You’ll be fine,” the guy said, “Now come on, it’s time to go.” One of the other crew members started pushing me forward, but I dug my heels into the ground.
“Do the others have to do this?” I asked. Paul shook his head, an apologetic look on his face.
“They won’t generate the same reaction that you will,” the camera guy said, “Now let’s go!”
“I’m sorry about this Harry,” Paul said as we made our way to the exit, “You know that if I had a choice I’d sneak you around them.”
“Come on!” the guy behind me shouted, “You don’t want the fans to find out that the others are here too do you?” I sighed and stopped resisting, knowing that there was no way out of this.
The camera guy started filming as soon as he heard the first scream.
They wanted chaos and that’s exactly what they got. Within seconds of the first scream, the entire airport knew that Harry Styles had landed and was heading outside. They ran at us from every direction and we were soon surrounded. Paul did his best to keep them away, but there were too many girls.
They clawed and scratched and pulled at every inch of my body, wanting to get some piece of me to take with them. I had never seen fans like this, swarming like they did. With every scratch I hissed and clenched my teeth. The screams made my ears ring.
They were too close, pushing up against me from every way and my chest tightened. I began panicking by the time we were outside. My breathing quickened and my heart raced. Paul made a small path for me to get to the van, but something was holding me back. I turned my head to see one girl grabbing onto my jacket, pulling at it to keep me in place. I slipped my arms out of the sleeves so I could walk forward. Some of the girls crowded around the fallen jacket, giving me a chance to jump into the van. Paul shut the door before any of the girls could somehow slip in and someone locked it.
I turned over and lay on my back on the floor of the van, my breathing labored. The tightness in my chest still hadn’t gone away and my throat burned, making my eyes water. It was hard to breathe.
“Someone get his inhaler,” a voice to my right said. I looked up to see the concerned face of Louis.
The driver sped off, careful not to run over any of the fans, and we escaped. I stayed on the ground, not wanting to get up.
“Here,” Liam handed Louis my inhaler and Louis shook the device. He handed it to me and I took a puff of the medicine. I held my breath.
“Look at him Paul,” Niall said, “That was insane! What were they thinking?!”
“Harry, I’m really sorry,” Paul apologized. I let out the breath I had been holding and panted.
“It’s not your fault,” I managed to say, “Blame whoever came up with the idea.” My breathing was starting to get back to normal and the tightness lessened.
“Here,” Liam said, holding out his hand, “Let’s get you up.” With Louis’s help they pulled me up onto the seat.
“Damn,” Zayn muttered, seeing the scratches on my arms, “Do girls ever cut their nails?” I glanced down at my now bare arms. The fans had managed to scratch me through my jacket, probably tearing the jacket to shreds in the process.
“How much farther to the bus?” Liam asked. I assumed they had the bus parked somewhere where fans couldn’t find it.
“Not long now,” Paul said.
Within minutes, we got to where the bus was parked and quickly made our way inside before anyone saw us. I was paranoid now, looking every direction to make sure fans weren’t following us. I didn’t want to have to go through a mobbing like that ever again.
“Let’s get the scratches cleaned up,” Liam said, leading me into the bathroom. He got out the supplies he needed and started to clean the cuts on my arms.
“So what happened?” he asked after a minute of silence. I sighed.
“She forgave me,” I said, “But we’re not together anymore.” Liam nodded.
“I’m sorry,” he said. I shook my head at him.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for,” I said, “Besides, she’s giving me a chance to redeem myself.”
“How?”
“She said she wants me to show her that I really love her,” I said. Liam glanced up from my arm to look at me.
“And how do you plan to do that?” The corner of my mouth turned up and I looked down.
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
A.N.:
'Ello!
Wazzup??
Apparently they actually did have Harry do this... go through some place with minimal security, and he basically got mobbed. Not sure if that's true, but I decided to put it in this chapter. I may have changed what happened and I may have exaggerated quite a bit, but eh, I don't care, I'll do whatever I god damn please...
So, I'm going to try to write longer chapters... these will probably take a while to write so don't expect updates every day or every other day like I used to do.
During lunch today, this guy who sits at my table sat down with this banana nut muffin and started eating it... he then said "I like bananas and nuts in my mouth"... I, of course, started giggling like the immature, dirty minded girl I am... I DON'T THINK HE EVEN REALIZED WHAT HE SAID...
So, in Spanish class we took a quiz on future tense (es muy facil, pero no me gusta) and right after we all turned it in one of the guys started to make mini paper airplanes and throw them around the room. Carson (remember him? the one that had to go to the bathroom but Senor K teased him?) picked up one of the airplanes that had been thrown his way at the maker... missing him and nearly hitting the teacher. So, Senor K being his normal crazy self, just stared at Carson for a moment while the rest of the class was howling with laughter. He then grabbed one of the dry erase markers and threw it across the room, causing the cap to fly off in the opposite direction, which then caused half the class to burst into more laughter.
Yeah, then we played a "game" (educational games suck...) and we had to translate a sentence using future tense... guess who actually got a point for their team... THIS GIRL!!! Yeah... and I didn't even know the verb...
So, that was my day. Until next time, later gaters!
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