I hopped into the security car, just asking to be left at home. I needed to logically asses the events that had just occurred. Harry Styles turns up at his number 1 fan’s front door, when she wasn’t there. He says he wants to leave a note for her, of which the contents are unknown. I leave the note on the counter for her, and let him in (I doubt that Felicity would have turned him away). We have an awkward conversation until Felicity gets back. He gives me his number and I leave, saying that I would get back to him. What was I thinking? Any association would rumour and mushroom saying that something was going on between us, which definitely wouldn’t be true. I didn’t want to be trapped in that situation. Then it occurred to me that I was being quite selfish. If Harry was trying to trick her into a relationship, Felicity would need help, she was very gullible and would fall into all the traps that Harry would lay for her.
When I regained consciousness from my thoughts, I found myself sitting in front of the television listening to an old 90’s hit on a music channel. I looked down at my new phone, 200 new messages within the past 20 minutes. I scrolled through the emails from random fans asking about being friends on Facebook or for me to follow them on twitter. Then I came to the email listing Harry’s number and profile. My work email address had been given to Harry when he had to sign away the profits made on our song. Technically, this was a breach of the rights surrounding the intentions of giving him my email, but I suppose that didn’t really matter. I realised that I was reading through his profile, which listed all his achievements through One Direction. He updated his status, telling the world that he was with Felicity at a cafe in the UK. Felicity then quickly followed suit, updating her status to something similar. Just as I watched the update flash on the screen, I received an incoming call from Felicity.
“Hello? Jane, are you there?”
“Yes. Who did you think answered your call? Anyway, what’s happening?” I pretended that I didn’t know about Harry’s and Felicity’s status updates.
“I’m hiding in a toilet in this random cafe down the road from my house. Please, come get me. I don’t know what to do… ” She was babbling through the phone only pausing to breathe heavily. I didn’t really understand what was happening.
“Where are you? Calm down, I’ll come pick you up and tell Harry that we were called into the studio, he’ll buy it. Then you can come around to my house and tell me what happened or what’s happening. You can cope for another half hour can’t you?” I lived on the opposite side of the outskirts of London, so I would be a bit longer than half an hour but this news calmed her down considerably. What had Harry done to force her into one of her panic attacks?
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FanfictionHarry's world is crumbling to around him. As far as he's concerned, his life is already over. He grows cold, and bitter, waiting for his fortunes to change. Jane lost everything, but that meant she had everything to gain. One song would change her l...
