A love lost

Chapter 11

I arrived at the stadium the boys were rehearsing at a couple of hours later and as soon as I got there, I realised taking public transport had been a bad idea because it meant that I had to walk into the venue rather than drive in. Normally, I’d easily be able to walk in. Being friends with Harry Styles meant that you also became friends with One Direction’s security guards and that meant that they’d usually let you straight in without hesitation. But this time was different. This time, the entrance to the stadium was completely blocked and packed full with paparazzi. I could barely see the security guards blocking the entrance and as soon as I was sighted by one of the paps, all hell had broken lose...

“Tara, can you confirm that Harry was indeed arrested last night?” Screamt one pap as I continued to stride past them and towards security.

“Are you going to go comfort Harry? Are you indeed his booty call?” screamed another. I turned towards them and gave them a greasy. I had always gotten snide remarks from paparazzi and fans ever since Harry and I were dating, but it didn’t mean I liked being called a slut. I continued to push past and ignore the paparazzi. That was of course, until I heard the next remark.

“Is it true that Harry murdered someone?” I turned around in shock and disgust. They had officially crossed the line. Furiously, I took a deep breath before I replied.

“Do you seriously have nothing better to do than make up these stupid lies. Harry would never kill anyone you idiot. Just fuck off and leave him alone.” I shouted, before turning around and storming towards the entrance once again. I could hear them following me as their footsteps banged on the ground and as their muffled responses formed in the background.

“How else do you explain the death of that teenager then?” Another paparazzi screamed. I turned around and faced him. He was an older man, probably mid 40’s and seriously needed to shave and go on a long term diet. I guess too much time stalking celebrities took its toll on his physical appearance.

“What death?” I asked. He looked at me in confusion.

“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play me like a fool young girl. I know you two have got something going on. I know you two plotted to kill that boy. Imagine if that was Harry that was killed. He’s someone’s son you know. You shouldn’t hide what that dodgy celebrity did. Stop protecting the son of the bitch.” He replied. I continued to stare at him in confusion. Suddenly, I felt someone’s arms grab around me and pick me up. I turned around and saw that it was one of the boy’s security guards. I relaxed in his arms knowing I was safe. He carried me towards the entrance and put me down when we were past the barriers preventing everyone else from entering the premise. I thanked the security guard before walking off to find Harry.

I searched all around the venue, trying multiple doors and walking into every room possible. After a good ten minute walk, I finally heard voices coming from a room across the hall. I opened the door to the room and saw all of One Direction sitting beside a tv. I could see that the news was on, but nobody was watching it. They were all engaged in a heated discussion. That is of course, until I walked in. They all stopped their conversation and looked up at me in silence. I looked directly at Harry, who was looking up at me with his beautiful green eyes.

“Harry, what the hell is going on?”