More Than Just A Sumer Fling (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

NOTE: I don't know who One Direction's Management is. I don't even know the whole concept of management. (: 

HARRY'S P.O.V.

"Harry, come on you have to get up mate. You can't live in here your whole life. Anyways, Mr. Johnson is asking for you" I heard Louis say as he tried to pull me off of the hotel bed.  

"Just leave me alone" I reply shrugging him off. Why would i care who comes by? I could care less. Mr. Johnson, our stupid manager, was the one who made me break up with her.

Louis sighed and left the room, just like he has been for the past few days. I just broke up with my girlfriend, Miranda, or shall I say management made me break up with her and I refuse to get off of bed ever since. They keep on telling me about how our fans or their parents don't approve of me seeing her.  I just don't understand! Age is only a number! She's 32, so what! She was the love of my life! It's not like I was fucking her in public or making a fool out of myself! We just clicked. Now I'm in misery as I realize I can't even control myself; I have other people doing that for me. 

I decide to get up for once because I was hungry, not cause that ol' bloke wanted me. Tomorrow we leave for our summer Arena Tour in the U.S. Sure I was excited, but at the same time I didn't want to leave London. 

 I shake my hair to fix my curls and walk out my suite, down the hall, and open the door in which the boys should be in. 

As i walk inside, i see Paul, the boys, Mr. Johnson, and a girl.

MADISON'S P.O.V.

(BEFORE)

I pulled up at this massive hotel. I can't believe I didn't recognize the address! The Cavendish Hotel. I've only dreamed of coming here. I pass by here each time I drive to school. Could this job involve me working in this hotel? Or maybe I'll have to be an extra in a movie since a lot of blockbuster movies have been shot here. 

I got out of my car and walked towards the entrance of the hotel excitedly. I notice a bunch of screaming girls outside, about a smashing 50 of em, holding posters saying "WE WANT ONE DIRECTION" and "I WANT HARRY'S GRAVY". So the famous One Direction was here. I smiled and started to squeal like the crazy fans. I've been a fan for a while, but nowhere near obsessed. I like their music, and think they're cute, but that's all. 

As I walk inside, my eyes immediately wander off. There's  a massive chandelier above me, people in suits, a group of paparazzi standing in one corner, granite countertops, mirrored ceiling, and a fancy carpet. Eager to know what my job was, I walked towards the elevator to lead me to suite 204. 

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I knock on the door of suite 204 and a big and strict looking bloke opens the door.

"Are you Madison?l" He asks me. He was smiling, so i smiled back.

"Yes. My uncle sent me here" I reply. 

"Please come in. My names Paul" Paul tells me. 

I follow his instruvtions and walk inside the suite. My eyes wandered off, staring at the beauty of this room. It was exactly like the main lobby, just not that massive.  

"Yep she's perfect! How old is she?" someone exclaimed as i stood there flummoxed. I looked around and saw Paul and some other old guy talking in a corner, but observing me at the same time. The old guy had gray hair and was wearing a brown suit. He looked extremely strict and scary.

"Simon told me she's 18" Paul answered.

"Errm...i am at the right place, right?'" I ask. 

I notice the middle aged bloke walking towards me.