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

Chapter 4

MADISON'S P.O.V.

Los Angeles is absolutely captivating. The sun is shining, unlike in London, but it feels like i'm inside an oven! It has to be at least 100 degrees! 

After we got our luggage and made it through airport security, it was time to finally go to our hotel.   Harry held my hand as we walked past some fans. The boys all stop to smile and wave. I stand there awkwardly, once again, feeling like a troll. Harry lets go of my hand after there's no sign of crowds of screaming girls and then catches up to the rest of the boys and Paul walking in front of me, leaving me behind.

 I stopped to get my phone out to check all my notifications and to even update my Facebook status. I looked up to see where i was going and instead notice that none of the boys or Paul was nowhere to be seen. How could they possibly leave me? Once i exit the revolving door, which i assume is where the boys exited, i was blinded by flashing camera's. I looked for any of the boys, but they were still nowhere in sight. How did they get out quickly? I wasn't even that far behind! I put aside my thoughts as I feel my hair being tugged and pulled on as i pushed to get out the crowd and tears started to appear in my eyes. Then i'm swarmed with questions: "Is it true you and Harry are dating", "Can you please tell us your name?", "How long have you two been dating"...and so on. I then felt a microphone smack my lower lip, not knowing who did it from the massive crowd of paparazzi, and then i saw Paul. I couldn't stop crying. Did they want me to die? I'm not even famous and i swear this much paparazzi appears when someone FAMOUS is walking by. 

"MOVE OUT THE WAY! LET HER THROUGH!" Paul yelled. Airport security appeared and tried to move the paparazzi too. Paul finally got my hand and drags me as fast as he could to the black Range Rover parked in front of the airport entrance. The commotion attracted many fans. They were screaming so much hate. "GET OFF OF HARRY", "HE'S MINE", "WHY WOULD HE DATE AN SKANKY WHOREBAG LIKE YOU?"...We're not even dating and i can feel myself crying even more.

Paul opens the door and practically pushes me inside the car and drives out of the airport as fast as he could. I didn't dare look at any of the boys, but i can feel all eyes on me. I thought Harry was at least going to be a little bit more caring after our talk inside the plane. 

"Madison, are you ok? Your lip is bleeding!" Harry notices as he takes a tissue and moves it toward my lip.  I smack his hand off and stare out the window.

"Leave me alone" I tell him through my cracked voice. 

"Madison, we're terribly sorry! I thought you were with Harry the whole time. Harry, she's publicly your girlfriend! You can't just leave her! People will think you're a horrible person" Paul screams at me.

"I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" Harry yelled back. 

"I need a tissue please" I stubbornly ask ignoring his statement. Niall hands me a tissue right away. 

"Thank you" I tell him not looking at him. My face must be horrendous right now, with smeared makeup, tangled hair, and a bloody lip. I just want to go home. 

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I really messed up this time! I was so preoccupied with texting Miranda that i completely forgot about Madison. She didn't even reply though! I guess we really are over. 

We walked out a different door because the LA security told us that the paparazzi was waiting for us from the exit Madison went out from. I pulled my head down in shame and then i felt Zayn's hand on my shoulder.  

"It'll be ok" He whispered. I smile back at him and then continue to listen to the sobbing of Madison. I made her cry.

We finally reach the hotel and thank god there was no fans outside. Madison was the first to get out. I can feel her walking in pain towards the entrance of the hotel with those 5 inch wedges and i can see how unhappy she is. Her lips are swollen up and this makes me feel worse.