Stella's POV:
As we pull out of the parking lot of the soccer field Ed speaks. "So Stella, are you excited for your first show?" he asks me. "Yes oh my God. I have been dreaming of this for my entire life and now it's finally coming true, I just hope everyone likes my music." I tell him and I feel Harry squeeze my hand. "Of course, they will love your music Stella. From what I have heard so far you are very talented." Ed compliments. "Thank you, how long are you in LA for?" I ask Ed. "About two weeks. I will be at the first few shows." he tells me and I smile. Oh my God. Ed Sheeran is going to watch me sing. I love him so much and this is so crazy. I just spent the entire afternoon playing soccer with him. "You're quite the soccer player Stella." Niall compliments. "Thanks! I've been playing my whole life." I tell him. "Yeah Harry was saying you played on a competitive team." Niall says. "Yeah, I started playing when I was five and I've gotten emails from a few university's for scholarships to play soccer but I turned them all down. I wanted to sing. That was my dream and passion, not soccer. Thank God I stuck with my dream or I might not be here with you guys today." I tell them. Harry's eyes immediately widen and he wraps his arm around me in the car. He presses his lips to my temple and whispers in my ear. "I'm so happy you didn't take those scholarships, otherwise we may not have met." he says. My heart melts. "Me too." I tell him. "Looks like we are here. Okay so what time are we meeting at again?" Niall asks Ed. "Let's meet at 8pm." Ed says an we all agree. "See you tonight!" I say and hug Ed goodbye.
We step out of the car and head towards the hotel doors. Fans and paparazzi are gathered in front of the hotel and I take a deep breath as we approach them. "Ignore anything they say Stel, they will say anything to get a reaction out of you." Harry says referring to the paparazzi. I nod as he takes my hand in his and we walk through the crowd. Many fans are calling out our names and begging for pictures. We stop, sign a few autographs, take a few pictures and chat with a few fans. After we continue to move one of the paparazzi calls out my name. "Stella, over here. Is it true that you are using Harry and One Direction for their fame?" one of them calls out. "Is it true that your last boyfriend Mason was in town?" "Is it true that you cheated on Harry?" "Come on Stella, answer us, don't be a bitch." All of them are speaking at once. This is one o the worst encounters I have had so far with the paparazzi. Everything they are saying is completely false. I look at Harry and his eyes dart from mine. What? He doesn't believe them does he? I do my best to ignore them as we push past the last crowd of people and finally enter the security of the hotel. We walk to the elevator in silence. Louis, Zayn and Niall turn to us and say, "We are just going to get some more towels from the front desk, meet you two up there." Harry nods and we step into the elevator. Harry presses the pent house button on the keypad and the doors close. We ride up a few levels in silence. "Harry, you okay?" I ask him moving closer to him. He ignores me. "Harry." I say again. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Was Mason really in town?" he asks. "Are you kidding me Harry. We got here two days ago and I have been with you the entire time. You're the one that told me not to listen to what they say, that they are just trying to get a reaction out of me an now you believe them? You're crazy." I tell him stepping away. "Stella, you're right. I'm sorry. I just hate thinking about that asshole." he tells me and I roll my eyes. "Really Harry. How many times have I told you that I have nothing to do with him. I haven't spoken to him in almost two years now." tell him and he nods. "I know baby, I'm sorry. I overreacted." he says and pulls me close to him. "Okay." I say and he presses his lips to mine. Immediately I forget about my annoyance. "I'm sorry that they were saying that stuff to you baby." Harry says apologizing on behalf of the paparazzi. "It's okay, it's not you're fault. I guess I just have to get used to it. It was never really that bad in London." I tell him and he nods. "Yeah, the pap's in London are much kinder." he agrees. When we finally reach the pent house, Harry opens the door. Cristina is in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of juice. "Hey you two! How was soccer?" she asks smiling at us. "It was great, Stella is quite the football star!" Harry compliments and smacks me lightly on the bum. I laugh and Cristina makes a gagging sound. "How was shopping?" I ask. "Great, Lou and I found some great pieces for the boys." she says. "How is Lou? I feel like I haven't seen her in forever!" I ask. "She's great, Tom and Lux are flying out in a few days." she says and I smile. "Where are the rest of the boys?" Cristina asks. "Niall, Zayn and Louis are getting extra towels, they should be up in a few minutes and Liam went to meet up with some friends this morning." I tell her and she nods. "We are going to dinner with Ed tonight at 8." I tell her. "Perfect. we should go get ready then." she says and I nod. I give Harry a quick peck on the lips and head to our room.
