{Harry's POV}
Stress. The word that describes me perfectly. 11 pm just for a speech that was yelled. Awesome. I sighed, and called her.
"Who is this." Rose growled.
"Umm.." My voice trailed off.
"Fuck it, Harry! Do you realize how much trouble I went through, just for finding someone famous? Now someone famous is CALLING me! How much you want to bet that I'll go to jail tomorrow because of you?!" She screamed, hanging up. Maybe I saved her as a contact. Maybe. I used the Google Maps© tracker to track her down.
I was lead to a house that looked like Mum's. I tried opening the door, but I couldn't. I wiggled my hair, and found what I was looking for. Thank you Lou Teasdale. I popped the bobby pin inside the keyhole, and wiggled it. The satisfying click made me take it out, and put it in my pocket with my collection. 32 in counting. I looked around the room, and saw a mess. Glass scattered, papers flew into the already big fire. You name it, its here. I saw a blue bag, and walked over to it. I wanted to look inside so badly, but I'm not that kind of person. So I did the right thing, and cleaned. Just kidding. I walked into a room with barely audible snoring, and saw her there. I cuddled up next to her, and fell in a peaceful slumber.
"Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. H-"
"5 more minutes, Gemma." I groaned, flipping over.
"Harry. Harry. Harry. H-"
"5 more minutes!"
"5 minutes passed! So stop dreaming abiut your family and get your butt out of my house!" The familiar voice yelled, making me bounce up.
"R-Rose?" I asked, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes.
"Yup. The Rose thats a drug-dealer that everyone hates. Now get out."
"What? Everyone hates?"
"YES, HARRY! THE DRUG-DEALER EVERYONE HATES! ELEANOR, LOUIS, YOUR MANAGER, THE RAPIST, YOUR WHOLE BAND MAYBE, OH LETS NOT FORGET; THE WORLD!" She yelled.
"5 minutes?"
"OH HELL NO!"
I sighed, and got up. I jumped out the back window, and ran to the sidewalk. I strolled down the street with my head hung low.
"Are you the Harry Styles?" A squeaky voice asked, snapping me out of my trance. "Can I get a pic?"
I looked up, and smiled to the camera in the air. Obviously it was fake.
I slammed the door shut, and Louis came running down the stairs.
"Where were you, Hazza?"
"A stroll, Boobear." I replied with no emotion. He was the one that made her feel guilty. So I won't be nice to him.
{Rose's POV}
I sighed, and took a hanger. It had a beige shirt, and a black skirt. I slipped them on, and put on some eye- liner.
I went to the H&M store and walked in. I looked around, and grabbed an outfit. I walked into the dressing room, and put on the rosy dress. I looked in the mirror, and smiled. I looked perfect. I was about to walk out when there was a ton of ear-peircing screams. I covered my ears, and slipped on my other clothes I wore coming in. I walked out with the dress in my hands, and imidiately dropped it when I saw them. And a not so happy one. I gulped, and they looked at me. First off, mean Louis is scary. Second, Harry is a stalker. Third, Louis is going to kill me. He shot me daggers. I picked up my dress, and walked to the cashier. I paid for my dress, now broke, with a pair of eyes burning holes in my back.
"Harry looks so hot, sí?" The cashier said, winking at him.
I forced everything in my body not to roll my eyes. She gave him another wink, trying to flirt butlooked horrible. She gave me my bag, and I walked towards the door.
"Where the fuck do you think your going, bloody shit." Louis growled. "You'll put us in even more trouble. Oh wait, you want that. G-"
"Shut up, Louis." Liam said.
"Go ahead, put us in danger. Not that the fans would care."
"Louis.." Liam trailed off.
Deep breaths, cmon. Don't beat him up in front of his fans. They'll hate you even more.
"Oh, look everyone! She's not talking nor reacting! What all fake bitches do, correct?"
"Stop!" I yelled, pulling up my sleeve, stuffing it in his face. "Do you see this shit? Its called self-harming. But you wouldn't know anything about it, since you have a perfect life with all your 'fans'. You don't think I was mad at myself for putting a chill girl like El in hot water? I'm not that cold-hearted, unlike you. I been cutting because your fans, which LOVE me, come to my house and say AMAZING Shit about me. Note the sarcasm. So you and your little band and stupid paparazzi should stop stalking me and getting on my fucking nerves. I was about to commit SUICIDE, Louis. Suicide. You do NOT know how hard life is for me. Its even worse than being in a pile of shit. That's the reason of self-harm. But as I said, you wouldn't know because your a cold-hearted bastard." I said. A burning sensation happened at my eye. "Oh look. Louis stupid ass Tomlinson just punched me in the eye. That's so good, I might even faint! Yeah, no. Because I'm not like your stupid fans."
"Woah woah woah." Zayn cut in. "Don't you dare bring our fans into this."
"What'll happen if I do? You'll punch my other eye, being a disrespectful man like this one?" I laughed dryly. "Boy, I've been through harder punches that made a dent in my skull. But am I crying to mommy? NO! So leave me alone you fucktards." I said, going towards the back door. The cashier was there, and she didn't look cheer-y.
"Yes!" I smirked. "Someone to beat up. Just what I need."
I punched her nose, and it tilted, making her scream. I walked out back, and walked down the road. I went to the left side of the car, and put my keys in nowhere. I groaned. Stupid London. I walked back to the other side, and then put my keys in the ignition.
"PULL OVER THIS INSTANT RED CAR 06383H!" A police officer yelled. Are you fucking serious right now? I pulled over, and sighed. The police officer came up to me.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" He asked.
"Stop testing me and tell me. I had a horrible day, telling shit bout me that I shouldnt." I snapped.
"You made my girlfriend, bandmates, and myself look like maniacs." My head snapped up to the police officer, seeing the one and only Louis Tomlinson.
Shit.
