Fade {Harry Styles}

chapter 11

Charlie Lynch sat in his office with his cell phone grasped tightly between his swollen fingers. Mr. Lynch, being the marketing manager at Modest! management was constantly busy. For his contribution to the company, he was responsible with coming up with marketing concepts and working with the creative department to come up with images and advertisements. 

He was also one of the executives for managing Harry Styles being in Minnesota. 

That one boy had caused him more trouble in the past few months than he had had with One Direction in three years. 

Harry's best qualities consisted of not listening. And singing, of course.

And because of it, Mr. Lynch had made it his business to watch Harry's every move to make sure he would, in fact, listen. 

"No, but my biggest question is is he ready?" Mr. Lynch hissed between yellowing teeth and pinched gums. "He's been there for over 3 months --" His chapped lips pressed together in a line so thin it was barely definable as he was cut off by the voice on the other end of the line. 

He had been on the phone nearly all day and in result, he felt an exhausted anger settling deep within his bones. 

"I know, I know. But trust me on this." Mr. Lynch rubbed his temples which could barely be felt under the thick skin rounding his face. His eyes fell upon a framed picture resting on his desk of his youngest daughter posing with One Direction. The perks of having a dad that worked with superstars. 

A sigh was ejected slowly into the brisk air. Mr. Lynch flexed his stubby fingers around the cellular device.

"How long are you thinking?"

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Once again, it was Marcel's time to dress like Harry, go out, and be public again so nobody would suspect that he had completely fallen off the face of the earth. Funny, actually; the way he thought of it as 'dressing like Harry' when...well, he was Harry.

Management had hooked Harry up with a flight that would take him all the way to New York City and back. The reason being, he couldn't be seen in St. Paul twice in only a matter of months without being seen anywhere else as well...Management's logic. But no matter how bizarre Marcel thought their ideas were, he couldn't deny the fact that he would be spending an entire weekend in New York City. And according to Harry, one would have to be crazy to pass up such an opportunity as the one at hand.

Marcel swung his duffle bag into the back seat of his "management provided car". He was to drive to the twin cities and catch a flight out of Minnesota and into Detroit, Michigan where he would once again have to board a flight to New York. Wonderful.

And, because of management logic, Marcel had to dress as, well, Marcel for the entire trip to New York. So, a white dress shirt, sweater vest and kakis were displayed carefully on Marcel's lanky limbs. 

Americans were so weird, driving on the right side of the road. It had taken Marcel a great deal to get used to when he took the required class for a license in America many many moons prior. And in result, it still made him edgy, especially when he was to drive in a very large, crowded, American city.

After nearly 2 and a half hours of bored driving, Marcel was able to find a spot in an airport parking ramp and off he started to New York City.

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Harry stepped through the grand hotel doors and into a room glorified with expensive items ranging from plush couches to crystal chandeliers. If this was what only the lobby looked like, he couldn't wait to see his room.

"Hello, Mr. Styles." Said a young woman perched behind the large, marble front desk. Harry, caught quite off guard, had forgotten that when a celebrity is expected at a hotel, they are expected most graciously at a hotel.