Rapture

Chapter 2

Clarissa entered The Plaza with a heavy sigh. As soon as she stepped off the set, paparazzi awaited her with their flashing cameras and vulgar comments. Fans also stood outside waiting for autographs and pictures that Clarissa took for at least an hour. She never complained though. Her smiles were genuine whenever any of her fans asked for a picture or autograph. She was thankful for the support they gave off, making twitter accounts dedicated to her, sending her fan-mail, and even going as far to dress like her. She was flattered with the way people seemed to idolize her, although she never thought herself as one.

She took the elevator up to her hotel room; wanting it to move quicker from how exhausted she was. When she finally heard the ding that told her she was at her floor, she all but ran out of the elevator, hitting a tall figure and stumbling. When she thought she was going to fall, large hands wrapped around her arms steadying her.

"I'm so sorry. Oh my god." She spluttered out, all the while looking down in embarrassment as her face heated up.

"It's okay. Are you alright?" A deep voice came above her that sent goosebumps up her arms. Was that a British accent?

"Yea yea I'm fine." Clarissa looked up and almost gasped at the sight in front of her. Bright green eyes stared back at her. Familiar green eyes that she has seen on the cover of magazines that she had bought just because he was on the front of it. Harry Styles.

He released her and she smoothed down her skirt and cleared her throat.

"Again, I'm sorry for running into you like that. Bit of a klutz." She said as she tried to calm herself down.

"It's okay. I guess now I can tell everyone that Clarissa Pelosi ran straight into my arms." He teased and smiled, revealing his dimple that almost made her swoon. He knew who she was?, she thought. Of course he does you idiot!, she scolded herself. You're on as many front covers as him!

Pull it together!, she thought. She was acting like a hormonal teenager, not a damn professional actress. She didn't even react this highly to Max. 

"Yea, and I can tell everybody that I made Harry Styles miss his floor." she said and laughed, as she heard the elevator door close behind her.

"Wonder what'll make it on the front page first." he said in mock seriousness, taping his finger to his chin in thought. She laughed and he smile at her.

"It was really nice meeting you, although I wish it could've been on better circumstances, rather than me running straight into you." She spoke, as her face heated up again.

"No it's fine. I kinda enjoyed catching you." He winked and she smiled. He turned around when the door opened to the elevator and walked in. She waved at him and he waved back with a smile, before the elevator door closed.

Clarissa smiled to herself as she closed the door to her hotel room.

**

She's even more beautiful in person, Harry thought as he waited for the elevator to make it to the lobby. He returned to the hotel to get showered and changed into a grey fitted t shirt, throwing on his faded blue and white flannel, with jeans and his white all star converse. Never did he expect to run into Clarissa Pelosi on his way here, not even hearing any gossip that she was staying at the same hotel as him. He was a huge fan of hers, and admirer. He loved all of her works, whether the story line of her movies were good or bad, he seemed to enjoy them just because she was in it. And even looked her up on YouTube to watch some of her interviews. He admired how down to earth she was as well as how funny she was. Never afraid of embarrassing herself a little. One thing he absolutely loved though, was that she had no filter, always saying what's on her mind, not caring what anyone thought of her.

Harry was lost in thought as the elevator door opened to the lobby. He walked out and headed outside to the car that awaited him, stopping for the couple of fans that were outside for pictures and autographs. 

When he got to the studio, Henry sat outside one of the booths waiting for his arrival.

"Bout' time pop star!" Henry teased.

"Yea, had to stop back at the hotel. What is it you wanted?" Harry wasn't in the mood for small talk, already annoyed that he was missing out on the celebration with the lads for Henry's meeting.

"Right. Well I have a proposition for you-"

"No." Harry said. He already knew what he was going to say. 

"You don't even know what it is!" Henry proclaimed.

"I know it has something to do with a PR stunt. That's how you always start it off. A 'propostion' " Harry huffed. Even more annoyed now that he was missing the party for this.

"Okay how about I just go ahead and tell you that it's mandatory then. Already set up. You don't get a choice." Henry stated.

"I have a choice when it comes to my personal life." Harry insinuated, fed up with people telling him what to do.

"No you don't. See here's the thing. You boys have a new album coming out and although the last one was a bit popular, we want this one to sell even more copies. We want One Direction to be the biggest thing that ever happened. And for that, all you have to do is cooperate with us for a few months and bring a bit of publicity to the band. Either that, or we'll drop you and the rest of the boys. Simple as that. We want a band that will last for at least ten years, not two or three. So get your shit together, cooperate, do a bit of PR, and there you go." Henry asserted.

Harry was outraged. He didn't know how to handle this. He was responsible his career and the boys, and it all was because of this public relationship. He never wanted to be the one to be in a relationship just for public display, but his job was on the line. Everything he dreamed and accomplished can be so easily stripped away from him if he says no. 

"Who's it with?" He uttered.

"Taylor Swift."

He breathed in heavily through his nose. He heard about her; all the relationships that she liked to keep openly for the public to see. All the men she dated in favor of her career. Harry wasn't a big fan of her, especially how she'd handle the break-up. Writing songs bashing her ex's, making the public see them as the one doing wrong in the relationship. And Harry was her next victim.

"When do I start?"