Four Years (Finished)

Chapter 14

A/N: Decided to update again for my cousin's sake. Love you @racingangel23. Thanks to everyone who has been reading Four Years. If you like it please recommend it to your friends and vote/comment/subscribe. Thanks for being so amazing. Enjoy guys. :)

You can believe anything you read in magazines or on the internet about celebrities. Because 99% percent of the time—it isn’t true. Once I was pregnant, another time I was dead and my favorite “Hailey Cooper—A man?”. Tabloids take things and completely twist them into something crazy. I wear a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I’m suddenly pregnant. Picture of me out with my cousin Jake, I’m cheating on Harry. I arrive at the airport and Harry and I don’t immediately hold hands, we’re over. Harry gives me a promise ring, we’re engaged. I go to the doctor for a check-up, I have some death threatening disease. Harry and I decide to go on a vacation to see his family, we’re married. People always assume things that aren’t true, because everything you read is “true”. Oh and the paparazzi don’t even get me started, they were rude and obnoxious. I couldn’t go anywhere without being followed or watched. I was constantly being observed and heaven forbid I make a mistake. Because they next day it’d be headlining the paper. Being “Harry Styles” girlfriend wasn’t all it was cracked out to be. But being Harry's girlfriend well that—that was perfect.

I stepped off the plane, carry-on and suitcase in hand and began to walk down the runway. This plane ride wasn’t as peaceful as the other one, it was way worse than the one to Vegas. It was windy and rainy in Chicago causing the flight to be bumpy. And not to mention Harry and Hannah had been in a “puppy dog” phase since we left the hotel. As we reached the end of the runway we were bombarded by paparazzi. I zipped my onesie up over my head and continued walking. Now that I was no longer “Harry Styles's girlfriend" nobody cared about me anymore. I swiftly unzipped my jacket and quickly weaved my way through the crowd gathering around Harry and Hannah. I guess I could just catch a cab. I don’t have to wait for them.

I was almost safely outside when Hannah went and ruined it.

“Hailey, wait up. Hey let me through that’s my best friend Hailey!” Hannah screams pushing through the crowd. And suddenly all attention was on me and questions are being thrown at me right and left.

“Hailey how do you know Hannah?”

“Hailey, do you like Harry?”

“Hailey are you going to be in the wedding?”

Suddenly everyone closes in on me and I can feel my breathing hitch. My heart starts pounding and I start to hyperventilate and wheeze. My vision starts to blur as I gasp for air, tears flowing over my eyes.

“MOVE, GIVE HER SOME SPACE! SHE’S CLAUSTRAPHOBIC!!!” I faintly hear Harry’s voice, I feel him grab my hand and that’s when it goes black.

When I was young, maybe six or seven, I was at the mall Christmas shopping with my mom. The mall was packed people hustling everywhere to get their shopping done. We had just finished getting clothes for my dad and we had to go up a floor. I raced my brother to the elevator and pushed the button. The elevator made a dining noise before slowly opening, I jumped in quickly laughing at my brother who was far behind. Suddenly a big family got on, not even noticing I was there, my mom couldn’t get to the elevator fast enough and the doors closed. As the elevator slowly reached the top floor, I felt trapped. That’s when it stopped, just stopped. I was stuck in that elevator for almost 3 hours. And ever since that day I’ve been afraid of big crowds of people and elevators. I guess it was just a traumatic experience for a child.

“Hailey, Hailey?” I hear a voice and slowly open my eyes, Harry’s picture coming into my vision.

“Nice to have you back.” He smiles “You okay?” he says and I nod slowly.