Never Good Enough (Marcel/Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 11 - My Prince

Chapter 11

HARRY

"I'm so excited you decided to show up after so long!"

I exchanged smiles with Venny, as she led us to her living room. Natural light flooded through the room, as she pushed aside the large curtains.

Seating herself promptely, she patted the spot beside her. " Tell me everything!"

Sitting beside her, I glanced behind me, making sure Jasmine didn't get lost from that 10 second trip from the front of the house, to the living room. It might be possible, since she left her hotel door open last time. Thankfully she didn't, and was awkwardly sitting down on one of the armchairs, trying not to seem like she was staring at every thing.

She looked back at me with distaste, and I quickly directed my attention back to Venny, who seemed to be overly thrilled with my arrival.

I had met her a couple times during our tour, her mom was the tour manager, and she often stopped by to say hello to everyone. With strawberry blonde hair and green eyes; I thought she was rather pretty, but not someone I would date personally. Her enthusiam was a bit hard to swallow down, and listen to. Except she was the only person in LA that I knew, who lived close enough for me to visit for a while, so I could get away from the chaos. There was no way I could sleep, with the fans surrounding our hotel once we arrived.

I could only pray no one would snoop around in my bag, and discover I was hiding a magazine in there.

"Can I talk to you later about it?"

I gave her a wary look, trying not to yawn.

"I was hoping you could spare a room for me to sleep in, just for the night, once the screams from the hotel, quiet down."

My eyes ached from being awake for so long, and I still had my shades on, so no one could see the dark rings circling around the bottom of my eyes. The caffeine and adrenaline rush had left, and my body felt as tired as ever. One of the many problems with travelling all the damn time. All the other guys slept like a sack of bricks in every hotel, regardless if there was cheering outside or not. I'm the exact opposite, my ears seem to be more alert everytime I'm asleep, and I pick up everything.

"Oh, of course! What about..uh..her?"

Jasmine rose from the chair, and started to open her mouth to say something, but I made sure to interrupt.

"She's just here to hide from the cameras for a while, don't worry, we'll be gone by 3."

"Wait-" She tried to speak again, but I made sure to cut her off.

"Mind showing me to a spare guest room? Thanks." I got up and followed Venny out of the room, leaving Jasmine behind, shooting death glares at my back.

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JASMINE

I hated him for dragging me here, when I was suppose to be spending my precious time scavenging around for a new bag. Now here I was, practically unwanted and he expects me to casually follow along with everything he says. Then again, If what he said was right, would that mean I can never head out safely, without paparazzi stalking me from behind? Great. All thanks to his friend Niall, I'm the new prized pig up for the trophy.

If I could, I would sneak out right now. Except that they probably have some fancy alarm system, so once I open the door, Harry will immiedately drag me back in.

With no where and nothing to do, I decided just to walk around a little bit around the house. It had a very high ceiling, and all the rooms were massive. Massive enough to make me worry about getting lost. Looking down the hallway, Harry and Venny were already making their way upstairs, so I silently walked over to the other room.