“Harry let me see the phone now!” I shout in the car.
Everyone has suddenly gone into action mode since I’ve seen the title of the article. Paul’s speeding to get home and I’m trying to grab the phone out of Harry’s other hand, but he is holding it from as far away from me as possible.
He knows that I’m totally going to flip out.
I think to myself, “Harry Styles and Alina Anderson” Who could already know who I am? Where did they find my first and last name? What the hell does this article say about me? Was there more information? Where the freak does this information come from?
“Harry you’re literally just worrying me more,” I whine.
He chucks the phone to Louis in the front, “Read it to yourself man, then tell us if we should read it here or wait till we get home.”
I know he’s doing it to protect me but I'm still super annoyed. I sit back in my seat frustrated.
Louis reads.
Seems that the article is longer this time because it’s taking him quite a while. Or, maybe there is too much information to process in one article.
I can’t handle this anymore.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and lunge to grab the phone out of Lou’s hands, but Harry grabs my waist before I can.
He pulls me back to him, “Alina. I swear to god you will see it soon enough. Nothing bad is going to be in it. Relax.”
He sits me on his lap, not letting go of me.
“Want to know a song I had stuck in my head at the beach?”
He’s clearly trying to distract me.
I sigh, “Yeah, what?”
“Sweet Disposition. Ever heard of it?”
“Yeah I’m in love with it,” I smile.
Music is my life. I know most songs before they become madly overplayed on the radio. When nothing else can express the way I feel, music does, and that’s also why I sing.
Harry sings part of the song while rubbing my tense shoulders, “A moment, a love, a dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs.”
I kiss his nose. I’m a little calmer now. His singing and massaging helped.
Lou hands the phone back, “Wait until we’re home.”
Harry nods and pulls out twitter again. He composes a tweet without looking at anything else. The lyrics of the song he just sang type out quickly under his fast fingers. He tweets it and puts the phone away in his back pocket under him.
He smirks, “If you want to get it now, go ahead. Be my guest.”
I sigh and look out the window, a sign of a smile slowly forming on my face. That little pervert.
When we get to the hotel, people run up to the car as it pulls up.
“What the hell.”
There are paparazzi everywhere crowding our door. And I thought the fans were crazy. Harry throws a jacket he found in the trunk over me, and I have to put my sunglasses on again.
The flashes are coming from everywhere and I cant see anymore. People grab and tug at my arms shouting questions at me, but I shove them off. Somebody, who I assume is Harry, grabs my hand and pulls me along while I look down at the ground. We speed walk and hurry into the elevator. Flashes are still coming from outside the glass doors. The elevators close and I look around at everyone. It was Harry who had grabbed my hand, and I can tell because he’s still holding it.
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