Gravity (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

I really must be dense, because now that I know who he is, it's sort of like, duh, you idiot! You missed every sign possible!

My eyes widen and my mouth forms a wide 'O'.

Curly, or Harry, I guess, smirks. "Figured out you're daft yet?"

"Shut up," I tell him. "Why are you even here?"

"Like I said, I ran away. Management was being, well, management, and I was done with it."

"Um... why?"

"They're always forcing us to do things that we don't want to do. It's like they don't have feeling. Personally, I think they don't."

"Please tell me this doesn't have anything to do with the whole Larry thing."

"What? How do you know about that?"

"My sis- wait, Larry is real?"

"No! Lou and I are just friends."

"So Elounor is real."

He looks down at the floor of the car. "Sadly, yeah."

"Sadly?"

"I- I don't particularly like Eleanor. No offense to either of them. I just think Louis could do better."

"You?" I joke.

He presses his lips in a thin line. "No. No. Larry."

"Okay, okay. So it's just a bromance."

"Erm... yes?"

"But what is management forcing you to do?"

"All kinds of stuff. What we say, what we do, how-"

"So everything, basically."

"Yes."

"So at the end of the concert, you ran off and got into my car and left your band mates at the mercy of Management."

He bites his lip. "I didn't really think this through, did I?"

I smile. "No, you didn't."

He puts his hear in his hands. "Uggggh! Why can't I ever think things through!? I'm going to be caught and turned in and I'll be dead. The boys... I don't even know what will happen to them..."

"Hey, everything's going to be okay," I say, patting his knee without thinking. Harry looks over at me, uncertain while I look back to the road, blushing.

"I...uh..."

Just then, my phone rings, playing 'Love Somebody.'

"Maroon 5?"

"Yes, now hand me my phone." He does, and I look at who's calling. Sydney.

"I have to answer this," I tell him. "It's my sister."

"Just... don't tell her about me. Make up an excuse."

"I can't lie to her!"

"Well, you have to! You have to help me! Please!" He pleads.

I sigh as I tap the talk button and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Reagan!" Sydney yells into the phone. "I've been trying to get to you! Where are you?!"

I look over at Harry, and he shakes his head. No.

"I'm um... I'm at the- at a mechanic."

"Why?" She asks.

"Something's up with my car. It wouldn't start," I tell her. Hey, that's not a lie.

"Well, how long will it take?"

"I'm not sure. I would call someone else to get you if I were you."

"We can call Tibby's dad."

"Okay."

"Where are you?" She asks.

"At the-"

"Yeah, I know, but where is it so we can pick you up?"

Harry looks at me nervously. What are we gonna do? I think to myself.

"No! I mean, no. You can't. My car's going to be fixed soon, and I'll be home. Plus, you guys need to get home anyway."

"I don't like this," she says uncertainly.

"I know. But I'll be back soon. I promise."

"Alright," she answers, defeated.

"So how was the concert? Sounds noisy there still."

"Yeah, people are still trying to get out of here. It's insane here. But the concert was amazing! Best night of my life!"

I look over at Harry, who's grinning proudly. "Glad you enjoyed it," I tell her.

"Your guitar was still the best present, though. I've told you that."

"I know."

"But omigosh, our seats were so close! And omigosh, omigosh! At the end of the concert, Harry bolted out and the guards raced after him! Everyone's talking about it! Nobody knows what happened!"

Harry smiles and shrugs. Center or attention, once again.

"So what'd you think of Zayn?" I ask. Her favorite, I mouth at Harry. He nods in understanding.

"Oh, gosh, Reagan. He's even more dreamy in real life," she gushes. Little does she know she's telling this to his band mate. Harry and I have to cover our mouths to keep from laughing.

"That's great, Syd. Good luck with that."

"He's gonna marry me someday. I just know it!"

Harry can't contain it any longer and he lets out a laugh. I slap his arm and he covers his mouth.

"Who was that?" Sydney questions.

"Uh, a mechanic here. Somebody told a joke."

"Oooohhhhh-kaaaaayyy then."

"Hey, I gotta go. The mechanic needs to ask me something about my car."

"Okay, love ya, sis."

"Love you too. Bye," I say as I hang up and plug my phone in the car charger, since it's almost dead.

I look over at Harry, who's staring at me. "What?" I ask. "Is there something on my face or something?"

"No, it's just that we haven't been properly introduced, Reagan," he says, smiling cheekily.

I frown and narrow my eyes. "I do not want you knowing who I am."

"How come? I told you who I was."

"That's different. You're a celebrity. Plus, you kind of jumped into my car and forced me to drive you against your will."

He sighs. "I know. Can we put that behind us now, forget about it?

"That's somewhat hard to do, since you're still in my car and bossing me around."

"I know, but can we at least get to know each other? We're kind of stuck in this together now."

"It's your fault I'm even here with you," I point out.

"Right. But anyway, let's start fresh, shall we?"

I glance over at him with a frown. "I'm gonna regret this."

"I'm not," he says with a wink.

I'm honestly debating pushing this idiot out of my car.

"Hello, I'm Harry Styles," he says, holding a hand out.

I shake it uncertainly. "Reagan. Reagan Brooks."