I Can't Change {harry styles 1D}

Chapter 13- Hide

Hello beautifuls! How have you been? Things are getting quite crazy (both in the book and in my actual life which you probably don't care about so I will shut up about that now.) But hold on, the ride has only just started!

Thanks for your support during quite a tough time and I'm glad you guys are enjoying the book nearly as much as I enjoy writing it.

XxAda :D

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ARI'S POV-

The hotel room was really nice to be honest. On the way up I saw a magazine rack so I grabbed the latest magazine and took it up to my room to get my mind off of things.

Shuffling into the shower, I let the water carry away my grief. Is it just me or is the smell of new sheets the best smell ever? I have a feeling it's just me... I jumped into bed and turned over the magazine to look at the cover.

HARRY STYLES SCANDAL: pages 30- 34

I frantically flicked through the pages trying to find the right page, nearly ripping half the pages out in the process. FOUND IT!

During an interview, THE Harry Styles from One Direction confessed that the reports on his mystery girlfriend are infact true! Her name is Arianna Wilson, aged 18. However during this session, paparazzi were used to search for the whereabouts of Arianna and a photo of her kissing another mystery guy was found. As soon as seeing these photos Harry fled the scene, proving correct that he was unawhere that his GIRLFRIEND was kissing another guy and Harry was flustered, embarrassed and had absolutely no idea about this scandal. Unless Harry is a highly trained actor, this interview gives no sign as to the fact this could be a publicity stunt. As soon as the photos of Arianna CHEATING were broadcasted all over the world, she is now no where to be seen. Where is Arianna now? After fleeing the scene Harry was caught FAINTING in the middle of the streets, guards taking him away before too much footage was recorded. However we have been told Harry will, at the most, have a mild concussion. Though we are happy he is OK, this scene will now prevent him from going to any interviews any time soon.Paparazzi are now searching for this EX couple, looking for signs of their breakup / fight and we will update on this scandal as soon as new information is released. But as far as we are concerned, Harry IS now single.

My jaw dropped and I let the magazine fall out of my hands. I just sat there for a while, mouth gaping and my eyes wide open. HOW THE HELL DID THE PAPS FIND OUT ABOUT US? Harry has a lot of explaining to do!

Then it hit me, he thinks I cheated on him. There are even frickn photos which make me look a thousand times guiltier. The boys are probably calling my phone and I can't answer it because it has no charge left anymore. Nice Ari. There is no way he is going to believe me, his heart must be broken. But then again, my heart is beyond broken. More like shattered... I put my head in my hands, letting tears well up in my eyes. A knock on the door disturbed my thoughts. 'Who.. Who is it?' I quivered, lifting my head up.

'It's just me, Rochelle. My shift is over. Is this a bad time, should I go?' She asked, walking in. I had left the door unlocked, how smart am I? To be honest that should be my biggest concern considering half the people I know are probably considering murder.

'Oh it's fine. Come in,' I said, sitting myself back up.

'Do you want to talk about it? It will help,' She asked sweetly, sitting down next to me.

'Well... OK, my.. My boyfriend... I don't know where to start,' I mumbled.

'Well, tell me all about your boyfriend, and then what happened that made you so upset,' she suggested.

'Alright.. Um. My boyfriend, you probably know him...'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, my boyfriend is Harry Styles... Yes, the Harry Styles. And no, I'm not kidding. Not one bit,' I said, looking at the floor. It took a few minutes for her to process what I just said before screaming her head off.

'OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO FRICKN WAY OH MY GOD I KNEW I SAW YOU SOMEWHERE BUT AHHH OH MY GOD THIS IS SO COOL!' she was jumping up and down on the bed and leaving me covering my ears, trying to keep myself from getting jumped on. Yep, she is definitely a fan. I let her fangirl for a few minutes before she calmed herself down and sat back down next to me.

'Sorry about that. I'm a fan. Keep talking, I'm listening.'

I took a deep breath before starting, and when I started I couldn't stop. I told her absolutely everything, making her 'aww' and 'gasp' every now and then. My life feels like a tragic love story movie right now, like someone has planned all this and is watching me suffer. Probably just my imagination, but it sure feels like it. I kept on getting choked up on tears and by the end, being me, I was sobbing again. I didn't know there was THAT much water in my body, I would've thought I'd run out of tears by now.

'Oh, um.. Wow. I don't know what to say,' Rochelle mumbled, putting her arm around me. We sat in silence again, I let her think. 'I'm sorry.'

'Why are you sorry Rochelle?'

'When I first heard what happened from the magazines, and I thought you had cheated on Harry... I didn't know it was you but... I hated you. Well, I didn't know the truth and I didn't know you. But I hated you for hurting Harry, for hurting the boys too. And to be honest, I was glad you were in that position... I don't know what to say... I'm just, sorry,' she said, looking to the floor. 'And you can just call me Roche, or Elle. Either works with me. I know Rochelle can be a bit of a mouthfull.'

'Is Elle OK?' I asked, glad to get off the topic of how everyone hates me.

'Yeah sure,' she said, smiling again. 'So, what are you going to do, about the paparazzi?'

'I don't know. I really don't know...' I sighed.

'You can't just let it go though Ari,' She said, standing up.

'Well maybe that is exactly what I want to do!' I stood up so I was facing Elle.

'You are talking like a madwoman. So you are just going to hide in this room, hide from everything while Harry is heartbroken and thinks you cheated on him. Hide from your friends, hide from the paparazzi? They need to know the truth! This isn't right!'

'Who says the paps are going to even believe me? It will just get worse and worse. I'm done with trying, I'd rather be hated behind my back and ignore it, until I disappear. All my life everything has gone smooth, maybe I want to be stupid once in a while. And maybe I don't want to be right, and you know what? Maybe it's time. Time to-' I was cut off... Cut off by a peircing scream from outside. I heard police sirens, all the lights were flickering. It was dark but I could hear shouting, screaming. I ran to the door, locking it, grabbing Elle's arm. I followed my first instinct. Hide.

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