One Chance. (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Addi POV____

Click. Screams. Click. Screams. That's all I have been hearing for the past 2 hours being stuck in the airport with parpazzi and fans. Driver had a crisis or something, I don't know. But I have a pounding headache. Security is telling the people to back up but the crowd is building and were running short of big men.

"Yeah, thats fine I guess", Harry says while angirly hanging his phone. "Another 45 minutes guys" He says.

Great.

"I'm going to go sign some autographs and stuff" Harry says walking closer to the burgeoning crowd. The 4 boys follow. "You coming?", Liam asks.

"What? No. They don't want my autograph" I state harshly. Didn't mean to sound harsh but my head hurts and I'm cold and tired and I want food.

He shrugs and walks off.

Thirty minutes pass, they're still signing and taking pictures. Lucky girls. Who would have guessed that the driver would have died and they get meet them. I'm starving. "Hey, I'm getting some food" I tell one of the security guards. He nods and I walk off.

The scent of fast food and coffee fill my nostrils. Yummy. When I get my food I take a seat and pull out my phone. Attempted to call Mari. No answer. I decided to text her

Tried calling, no answer. Driver had a drug overdosed or something. Pounding headache. Screaming girls. Stuck at a airport. Send help!!! Not for me. For the underaged horny girls throwing bras and underwear at the guys that are about to get beat by my left shoe if they don't shutup up. Call me when you have a chance.

A tall man with a camera appears in front of me. Fucking great. Not the time freckle face. "So are you sleeping with Harry now?" He asks.

"What the hell?" I snap, "No, were just...." I gulp. "Friends". Gross. Harry and I friends. Me and him just are going to work together and live with eachother for a long long time.

"Thats not what I heard", the tall man says. I sit up straight, "Listen...uhh" I search for a name tag or something. "Peter" He says realizing I was looking for a name. I half smile, "Listen, Peter. Harry and I are nothing, nor will have anything going on like that. We are just friendd. Thats it. If you're looking for a scoop, theres not one there in that subject"

"Ahh, so you're pregnant" He says grinning.

"You're kidding right" I laugh.

"Yes" He laughs. "Well I got a job to do" He says showing me his giant camera.

"Take blurry pictures of people you stalk for months until you finally get 7 seconds with them?"

"You just quoted my job description" We both burst out in laughter. "go" I say. He smiles and walks off. Leaving me alone at the table. Looking back at my phone theres a text from Harry.

Car is here, you got 5 minutes to get back or were leaving you here to be eaten.

I speed walk back, "Hey, skinny legs if thats the way to get a girl to come to your place don't wonder why your single ever again". The guys bursts into laughter including him. Why do they keep doing that? I'm being serious.

The car ride where we were staying was filled with everytime an One Direction song comes, they would burst into harmony mood and it would end up with either Louis throwing something at someone or me throwing something at someone.

We are confronted in the parking lot of an arena by a man with a black hoodie that says stage manager on it, "Guys! Since the delay, we have to go straight to rehearsal and get ready. Show is in 4 hours. We will bring your stuff to the bus after the show."