The Lines Between || Harry Styles [ENDED]

Chapter 3

I walked into Harry's dressing room, much calmer than any other teenage girl would have. To be honest, I didn't really know much about One Direction. But I had a feeling that after tonight, I would never forget them. My thoughts were interrupted by a very familiar voice. 

"Lauren!" I turned around to see a shirtless, and very hot Harry Styles in front of me. 

"So, I guess this means I was right." I said, Harry nodded. "But why would you pretend to be Marcel?" 

"I mean, I've always wanted to go to college but Management wouldn't let me until now. The only catch is..." Harry looked down at the ground, his smile fading, "Well, I have to go as Marcel. Otherwise I would get mobbed every day." Harry shrugged ,"In fact, that's why I had you come back here. You cannot tell anyone about this. Not even your closest friends, no one can I know I am Marcel. I don't want to leave another town." He said. 

"Don't worry. I get it." I replied hopefully.

"No, you don't get it, trust me." He said, a sad look on his face. 

"My family moved around a lot because of my dad's work. This is the first time I have stayed in a town for more than a year." I said as cheerfully as possible. I was trying to comfort Harry, not break down into tears about my bad childhood. Harry looked up at me with a smile. 

"Well at least you understand." He said. Shortly after that the door swung open, revealing a crew member, not the same one as before; this one was much larger and quite scary looking.

"Harry, you're late for the interview!" The crew member yelled, "You." He pointed at me, "You have to go, now." The crew member said as he walked towards me and Harry. He forcefully grabbed me by the arm and tried to yank me out the door but Harry grabbed his hand off me. 

"AY! Calm down! I'm not that late." Harry said. The crew member rolled his eyes then reached for me again, but Harry stepped in front me. There was complete silence in the room, as Harry and the crew member just stared at each other with angry looks. ,

"Honestly, it's fine." I said breaking the silence, as I walked towards the door to his dressing room. 

"No, it's not fine Lauren." Harry said, turning around to face me, a serious look on his face. "You know what," Harry turned back around towards the body guard and pushed him aside, grabbing his jacket off the couch, "Forget the interview! Let's go Lauren!" I was extremely confused. Where were we going? I had friends outside the dressing room, I couldn't just ditch them. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. Outside the door, Nick and Kate were leaning against the wall, they looked up as we passed by them. Kate noticed me holding Harry's hand as he pulled me down the hallway and she looked at me confused. I mouthed "sorry" before Harry pulled me out the backdoor of the arena, slamming it behind us. He continued stomping to his car. 

"Harry." I said, he didn't reply. "Harry!" I said slightly louder, still no reply. "HAROLD STYLES!!" I shouted this time getting his attention. Harry stopped and turned to face me.  He sighed.

"I have friends in there. Am I supposed to just ditch them? And where are we even going?" I replied. 

"Can you just get in the car, girls are going to start mobbing me any moment now." Harry said, as he looked around to make sure no one had noticed him yet. 

"I barely know you! You just expect me to get into a car of a random stranger's and go to a random place?" I said, extremely annoyed. 

"Well then just think of me as Marcel, your classmate not Harry." He said and before I could answer he had picked me up and set me in the passenger seat of his car.  

"What the hell, Harry?" I said angirly as Harry got into the car and started it. 

"We both would have been mobbed by fans and paparazzi if we stayed out there any longer." Harry said, as he drove out of the Arena parking lot. 

"Fine." I crossed my arms, "But where are we going?" I asked. 

"Niall's house." He answered.