Harry Styles's Lost Princess- Book 1 (A One Direction Fanfic)

Revelations and Escapes- Chapter 13 Part 2

Revelations and Escapes- Chapter 13 Part 2

Ariel's POV:

I was about to start warming my vocals up before we started shooting for the Here We Go Again music video. It has been a long morning so far. I haven't spoken at all. Only nodded or shaken my head. If I'm forced to respond I write it down. I don't feel like talking. I woke up in Haz's arms this morning in his and Louis's hotel room. I don't know why they just let us go to our flats. I mean we are going to be in London for a week. Might as well just save money and let us go home. I think we lost any little hope of going home with my little accident from last night...

I don't know what time I ended up falling asleep last night. All I know is that it must've been pretty late because we are all extremely tired. Uncle Si allowed the lads to be on my set today only because they all want to make sure I'll be fine alone. I can't be trusted anymore. I feel like a bloody baby. Everywhere I've gone, I've had one of the lads follow me. Just this morning when I woke up was when I had a bit more of freedom.

I woke up and walked towards my phone that was on the dresser by Haz's bed. There was a hotel room key under it and the note said that it was a key to Niall's room. I will be rooming with him for the entire time. I walked over to Niall's room and noticed that my bags were all transferred to there. I just grabbed a pair of white capris, a black sequined tank top, and black sandals. I left my hair in its waves seeing that I was too lazy and depressed to do anything. I didn't dare look in a mirror. So I came on the set without any makeup on.

I'm scared of my reflection. I'm scared of what I'll see. I'm scared of what will go through my mind. I'm pretty much scared of myself. That's how depressed I am. I don't even know who I am. I don't know if I'm the Princess of England, or if I'm just Ariel Clearwater from Cheshire. I know nothing about myself to be quite honest. For all I know I could've been lying to myself this entire time.

The lads forced me to take my pill this morning because they don't want my panicking to get worse. More like they just don't want another thing to worry about. I hate having them fuss over me. I can do things on my own. But no one believes that. Even now that I'm strumming Star, everyone is watching me carefully. It's not like I'm going to smash Star over me and make sure that it will kill me. I mean, come on! I promised Pen and Logan that I wouldn't do that anymore. I can't believe I almost broke my promise last night. I guess I'm just going to have to earn their trust back slowly.

I cleared my throat and picked a song that I knew fit my life to a certain extent right now. I will be warming up with Lucky by Britney Spears. It's from the 90's, but I didn't care. I started strumming Star again and prepared to sing.

Lucky

This is a story about a girl named Lucky.

Early morning, she wakes up

Knock, knock, knock on the door

It's time for makeup, perfect smile

It's you they're all waiting for, they go

"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"

And they say

She's so lucky, she's a star

But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking

If there's nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night?

Lost in an image, in a dream

But there's no one there to wake her up

And the world is spinning and she keeps on winning