Rapture

Chapter 3

Harry stormed out of the studio. Sick to his stomach on what he just agreed on; part of his mind telling him that it was the right thing to do considering what was at loss if he would've disagreed, the other part calling him a hypocrite, being no better than the people who get famous off of sex tapes and other vulgar things. When he went back to the hotel, he went through the back door, not wanting to be bothered by fans or paparazzi at the way he was feeling. 

Getting on the elevator, he let his head hit the back wall, closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The muscles in his back and shoulders tensed as he tried to stay calm. He cracked his knuckles as he took a few more deep breaths before opening up the room to his and Zayn's shared hotel room. Thankfully, he wasn't home, which meant neither were the other lads. He was thankful for that. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, too frustrated on what had just happened. 

Taylor Swift of all people!?, he thought as he took his shirt off and threw it across the room. He ran both hands through his hair, tugging at it, making it stick up more than it did. He pulled his pants off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxers and flopped on the bed, stomach up. Burying his head in the pillow, he let out a frustrated scream. 

"Dammit!" His words were muffled through the pillow. After he let his frustration out, he curled on his side and closed his eyes, trying and failing to fall asleep due to the amount of stress on his mind. By the time he fell asleep, it was 3am. He knew he was going to be exhausted when he woke up, seeing as tomorrow him and the boys have a charity cocktail to attend. And at the rate he was feeling, he sure as hell wasn't ready to go.

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Clarissa woke with  a start; her face was drenched with sweat along with her body. She breathed in deeply before breaking down into sobs. These days all she seems to do is cry. To an outsider it would look as if nothing is wrong with the successful actress who stole the hearts of many, but deep inside Clarissa, is a darkness waiting to be released. 

She sniffed and wiped her wet cheeks with both hands, before heading to the bathroom to wash. She stripped off her tank and underwear before letting the warm water of the shower consumer her; letting it hit her tense muscles as she closed her eyes and relaxed as much as possible. 

After calming herself, she washed herself and hair before stepping out and wrapping a white towel around her. Her feet padded through the hardwood floor of the hotel room as she walked into the closet, pulling out a ruffled black tank top, jean shorts and her favorite pair of black flat sandals. She added sliver bangles and hoop earrings before going back to the bathroom to finish her hair and makeup. She left her shoulder length brown hair in waves as she applied a little mascara and lip gloss. Grabbing her sunglasses and purse, she stepped out of her hotel room and took the elevator down to the lobby. She stopped for fans and signed a couple of autographs and took pictures before hopping into her black SUV.

She arrived at Birch Coffee within 20 minutes. She walked in, the fresh scent of coffee lingering on her nose as she stood in line waiting for someone to place her order.

"Hi! Welcome to Birch Coffee how can I help you?" The cashier, Wendy her name tag said, asked.

"Um... Hi can I have a Margarita Grilled Cheese and a Chai Latte please." Clarissa said.

"Sure." She typed on the register before returning her attention to Clarissa. "That'll be $11.50."

Clarissa handed her a twenty. "Keep the change." She said before she took a seat to the very back of the coffee shop.

"Thank you!" Wendy yelled after her.

When her food came, she sat and ate in silence, checking messages from Jim telling her that the whole cast of Heartbreak Lovers was invited to a charity cocktail later on tonight. She was looking forward to going since she had nothing planned for today. She finished her latte before walking out of the coffee shop, throwing on her sunglasses and putting her head down as about 5 paps swarmed her with their flashing lights. 

"Clarissa how are you and Max?"

"Heard you're staying at the same hotel as Harry Styles and his band. Snuck into their hotel rooms yet?"

"Are you and Max dating?"

"What about you and one of the One Direction boys? Hmm? Harry your type?"

She was relieved when she finally got to her car and drove off. Sometimes this life of everyone wanting to know your business scared her. The media only knew so much about her, stuff she never said in public. Luckily, nothing from her chilling past ever made to the front of magazines. That would put her off acting for the rest of her life, and as for now, this new life she just started when she turned 17, had been one of the best decisions she had made. She was still paranoid when she saw her name on the front covers of magazines, thinking that maybe the press finally got it. That number one story that would ruin her career and image. But she was happy it never happened. That hopefully it would never happen because if it did, then she would be destroyed.