Unexpected

Chapter 23

Harry's POV:

Shit no, this can't be happening. My mind is going crazy as I shout at Samantha to bend down. I need to call Paul. Fuck. Why isn't he picking up. I drive faster. The phone is ringing. Pick up Paul.

“Hey” I hear on the other line.

“Hey Paul, I need your help” I nearly scream. I don't wait for him to answer as I continue. “I'm driving in a rented car, towards the arena.”

“No fuck I had no accident, listen”

“No, listen” why can't he just shut up and hear me out. I get angrier.

“Paul, there is fucking Paparazzi following us. I'm already driving way too fast and they're still following us”

“No Paul I'm not alone, that is the freaking problem”

“Yes she is with me”

“No they can't see her..at least I hope so” I look at Samantha as I push the car even faster. She looks at me with her big brown eyes. Why did she put her sunglasses down. She looks confused but fuck, I don't care right now. I don't care about anything right now. My heart is beating faster every time I push the car faster, I hope there is no police on the street. Shit, why did I have to drive with her.

“I don't know what to do” my voice is shaking. I can't let this happen. Not again.

“Paul please” I raise my voice.

“No, tell the others we're going to be late”

“I don't care” I hate the fact Paul is so stubborn sometimes.

“Let them wait, I can't let this happen”

“No”

“No Paul not again”

“See you bye!”

I smash the phone away and push the car faster again. I'm glad I rented such a fast car. I pull into a small street. I hope they don't follow us. Why is Paul so stupid, he knows what going to happen if they find out. No. I'm so pissed its hard for me to breathe. I see Samantha squeezing her eyes close in the corner of my eyes. She looks scared but I'm glad she is doing what I told her.

“Stay like this until I tell you to move” I order her, my voice sounds harsher than I wanted it to sound.

She opens her eyes and looks at me. Are there tears in her eyes? Why the fuck is she always crying. I didn't do anything. I'm scared too. Fuck. I don't want this any more. Should I just stop and let them get to us? Should I stop fighting? Why do they even follow me, I'm just a normal guy who is doing his job. I hate this so much. I glance at her again, tears are streaming over her face. I want to feel sorry for her but I'm so pissed right now I can't. I hit against the steering wheel as I pull into another street. I drive as fast as I can and pull into some other streets. The people are looking I don't care. I drive faster and reach the end of the street. I don't look I just drive. I glance into the mirror they're not following me any more. That's a good sign. The bad thing is I have no idea where we are.

“Grab my phone” I command at Samantha. “And put the sunglasses back on”

She slowly searches for my phone.

“Open google maps and search for the arena, I have no idea where we are.”

She nods and types on my phone. She has her sunglasses on again.

“Its working” she says after a while, her voice sounds so weak that I look at her. She looks more than just scared but she stays bend down and I start watching the directions on my phone.