Those Eyes

Chapter 12

Ella's P.O.V

45 minutes later, I have took a shower, brushed my teeth, and changed into the clothes I just watched. Problem is, I still haven't left Harry's bathroom. He probably thinks I'm constipated or something. 

Okay Ella, walk out that door and demand a ride back to your home, or hotel or whatever. 

I slowly turned the door knob and walked out into the living room. 

God Almighty there he was. Sitting on the couch, watching tv. And the best part was, he was shirtless. 

"Uggh, Harry?" I asked. 

He turned around. Damn it he's cute, my subconcious said to me.

"You took a long time to get ready." Harry stood up. He had on jeans, and his tall figure reminded me of a Ken doll. "Yeah, I didn't mean to take a long time. Listen, my friend is about to kill me and I should get going. We technically haven't done any sightseeing yet." I made an excuse. 

"Sure. Let me just change really quick." As he looked down for the tv remote, I took the time to take in his beautiful body. He had various types of tattoos scattered across his physique. I don't even like tattoos, but on him, it doesn't look half bad. What is Valerie and Zayn all worked about Harry anyway? It's not like I'm gonna sleep with him. I need to have a decent meal with the poor guy first for crying out loud! I silently chuckled at my thought before my phone's vibration brought me back to reality. 

4,095 twitter notifications, it read.

4,095! The heck?! "I have 4,095 twitter notifications!" I told Harry. "Oh that. Your gonna have to get used them. Now that your part of this whole...thing," Harry motioned a circle, "People are not gonna be afraid to critisize. Just ignore them. But once  fans get used to you and Zayn, if there is a you and Zayn, they will be the most dedicated people in the world. They will support you through the whole thing. You just have to give them time."

I love how much he appreciates his fans. It really shows his real character. Snap out of it Ella. 

"Right, so are you ready?" Harry interrupted my thoughts. "Yeah, let's get going."

The car ride was quiet. He was usually never this quiet, even this morning. I couldn't get him to shut up. "Shit." I heard Harry cuss. Two cars started following us in opposite sides. The car door opened on my side and a man popped out. He started taking pictures, yelling attrocious things. "Look at me love, whatcha doin with him?" the man asked with an australian accent. "Ella whatever you do, don't answer to anything. Don't look up either. Distract yourself. Why don't you look at your tweets?" He tried to smile, but his seriousness made it impossible. "Okay.." I looked through when I realized I have no data.

"Harry I don't have data. I only have this phone card thing that let's me make phone calls."

"Well your gonna have to get that fixed aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take care of it when your out with Zayn." He replied. The two cars and the man who took pictures finally left.

"Who were they?" I asked. "Paparazzi. The nasty type. There are ones that give space and care about the positive things, but these don't give a crap about anything. Just money." 

"Oh.." my voice trailed off as he turns into the hotel driveway. "Welcome back ma'am," the familiar bellhopper opens the car door. "So I guess I'll see you later. Bye" Harry waves at me as I get off the car. 

"Wait! Ella!" 

I turned around. 

"When are you leaving?" 

A bit shocked by the question, I replied. "In four weeks. I have to get back in time for prom." 

"Oh, ok. Just wondering." He flashed his sweet dimples and drove away. I checked the time on my phone. 3:27 pm. I was exhausted due to jet lag. 

I slid my card into my room, expecting Valerie to throw a million questions at me. Suprisingly, she was asleep on the couch, with a tub of ice cream in her hands. 

Poor Valerie.

I took one of the blankets of her bed and swayed it over her. I took the tv remote and turned the tv volume down. Reruns of How I Met Your Mother were playing. Aww Ted. How many times are you going to get your heart broken?

 I laid on my bed and picked up my phone. 

Man, Harry was right, I thought as I read the tweets. How did they even find my twitter? Some tweets were nice things like: 

Your so pretty!

You seem nice.

Your hair is ok.

But most of them were mean like:

Eww is Zayn really dating you?

How much did Modest! Management pay you? 

But the one that really caught my attention was:

You are a spoiled bitch. Your tweets and pics say it all.

"Ughh!" I led out a frustrated moan. Valerie started squirming. "Sorry Val," I whispered. I turned off my phone and looked at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, falling unexpectedly into a deep sleep.