Free (h.s)

Prologue

HARRY'S POV

I was being mobbed. Suddenly, I was surrounded by many dozens of people and just as many large cameras. All being shoved in my direction. The cameras flashed simultaneity at me, causing my eyes to ring as my ears did from the loud shouts of the camera men.

"Harry, Harry, over here."

"Harry."

"Is it true you're dating Cortana?"

"Is it true the band is breaking up?"

The fierce flashing of camera lights beaming in my face as I am hurriedly rushed through the mobs of screaming people. My senses feel blurred although I have become immune to this buzzed lifestyle.

Unknown people creating false statements about myself as they hurriedly press for answers to gain the next headline. Overwhelmed is the feeling that I constantly am reminded of in this situation. Day after day, night after night I'm begging for some sort of escape or resolution that will make me feel alive. Like I'm my old self again. I push through the corrupt crowds, as I try to gain strength to uphold a sense of a happiness to those around- although I'm feeling anything but happy on the inside.

I take the last remaining steps until I am at the exit of LAX, while people still continue to hound cruel and untrue statements at me. I remain calm and quiet, my head down and my steps, long. It feels like a year passes with each step that I take. I can't help but feel so exhausted at everything, even the mass of my lightweight carry bag begins to weigh my broad shoulder down. In this moment I knew what I had to do and I decided to do it all at once.

I step towards the elegant vehicles that are assigned to all famous celebrities arriving at LAX. As I reach the outdoor section of the airport I see my designated car and driver vertically in front of me awaiting my arrival. My bodyguard urges me to keep walking towards the allocated car, but all my mind can think of is the freedom I desire daily. The feeling of being alive- the indescribable emotion I have been craving for years is triggering my mind set and my body's action. I feel numb inside as I start to run, as fast as I can away from all the craziness around myself. I don't know where I'm going, I don't even know what I'm doing- but it feels right.

I run as fast as my legs could take me, I take a look at my surroundings trying to think quickly and act on impulse. I see from afar a small bright yellow car. It is the only option I have right now as I look behind to the screaming mobs chasing me. I desperately grasp onto to the small handle of the car door and press down; praying that this will lead me to a future of freedom.

LILY'S POV

I was frantic, wondering how this ever happened. I ask myself repeatedly how did I end up here?

Sitting in my small yellow car, outside of LAX crying my eyes out over a guy I thought was my entire world. No I knew he was my world but the feeling wasn't mutual. I rested my head on the top of the leather steering wheel, watching the small tears drop onto my light wash jeans.

I look up into the rear view mirror at myself, I didn't even recognise the person I was anymore. My once lively blue eyes were lifeless and a dull grey. My dark hair is pulled back but yet still visible on my face.

I use my hand to clear the tears from under my eyes while the other, held up my large pair of glasses.

You're okay Lily, it is okay to let go.

I look back at myself, this time a large smile appearing on my face. I had myself and that is all that matters.

I start the engine of my car and blink.

One, Two, Three.

On the second blink I heard the car door open, on the third i look up to observe a large broad body entering the car, as he turns around with his piercing emerald orbs staring into mine. "Hello love, I'm Harry thank you for letting me hop into your car."

I blink another three times.

One, Two, Three.

This time looking into the review mirror for the third time. To see a large man sitting in the back seat of my car. But this was not just any random man. This was Harry Styles.

I stare at him blankly and confused. Trying to piece together why on earth this massive celebrity just hopped into the back seat of my car.

"Look I don't really have time for questions or anything, can you please just drive away from here." He pauses for a moment as I start to drive away. Harry looks behind him and to the sides out the windows.

I look towards the back of my window and recognise mobs of people chasing the direction of this car. "DRIVE!" He worriedly shouts.

We speed off as fast as we can, trying to escape the mayhem that had been created behind us, as I try to inspect the lost soul sitting behind me. His loose curls mopped all over his face, as his head is curled up within his large hands. His worried face shortly reveals itself to mine as he stares widely towards my direction.

"Explain to me now what the hell is happening!" I forcefully press.

"Um well, uh, it started when-." He nervously mumbles. "Get to the point" I insist with a sense of urgency and curiosity.