Not Just A Fan

Not Just A Fan - Chapter 12

My friends and I walked back to the hotel so we wouldn’t be seen with the boys. There was a mob of girls outside the hotel. Man, how do they find out where the boys are staying? Stalker much? We knew we had to get passed them without being noticed. Hoods up. Heads Down. We were getting used to this thing now. We walked passed the girls and into the hotel, thankfully not being recognized.

We stepped in the elevator putting our hoods down. Although, when we got in the main lobby, paparazzi were everywhere, and too bad for us, we had to wait for the boys in the lobby. This was about to get very interesting. I texted Harry.

“Tons of fans outside. Paparazzi in the lobby. What do we do.” Harry had given me a key but he wanted us to wait for him because of security reasons, so that’s what we were doing. I heard my phone go off in my pocket. My phone screamed out the chorus to ‘I Want’. A lot of people looked at me and right then the boys came up in the elevator surrounded by security. I looked at Harry and he looked back at me. We were about to play this by ear. Then there it was third time of the day.

“HEY ISN’T THAT THE MYSTERY GIRL?” a camera man yelled from behind the crowd of reporters. My heart sunk into my stomach. This time we had no where to run to. Although the next thing that happened shocked me. Harry was already at my side. He was blocking the cameras and pulling me along. I didn’t know where my friends were at that point in time, but I kind of guess that being the mystery girl was a little bigger than being the mystery girl’s friends. He pulled me into the elevator and it was just me and him.

“I’m sorry.” I was on the brink of tears. “I should have gone up stairs, it’s going to be on the internet within minutes, everything’s ruined.” I was crying now. Harry seemed to stay calm though. He pulled me in his arms and held me as I cried into his chest.

“It’s alright. Shhh. It’s alright.” He held me in his arms. I looked up into his eyes. “It’s not going to matter if the press finds out or the fans find out. We can easily deny it and I’m not the one worrying about the fans or anything, management is.” He hugged me again.

“What if you lose fan because of me?” He wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Then they weren’t real fans to start with.” The elevator stopped and we were on the top floor.

“Where are my friends?” I asked him. He laughed. 

“Security is taking them up. Didn’t you read my text?” He laughed.

“No, my phone went off, the paparazzi looked at me, then you walked in.” I held his hand and we were standing outside the hotel room door.

“Read it.” He said with a smile. “Out loud.” I pulled out my phone.

“Almost here. I can’t wait to see my mystery girl. Don’t worry about the paparazzi, they’re sick. I want to show you off.” I smiled and looked up at him.

“Happy I blocked the cameras for you?” He asked.

“Yes.” I kissed him and my friends came over from getting upstairs.

“Woe there.” Brenna laughed. “Just trying to get inside the room.” We laughed and Harry opened the door.

We were sitting in the living room al together. Harry was sitting on the couch and I was laying with my head on his lap looking up into his eyes.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He smiled at me and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Stop you’re making me blush.” I laughed sitting up and facing towards him on the couch.

“What I can’t make my gorgeous girlfriend blush?” I felt a little bad I mean yes I like him and all but I have major trust issues. When he said that it made me flash back to my last boyfriend. The one who broke up with me by changing his relationship status on facebook, after he cheated on me with the school slut. I guess you can’t blame me fro the trust issues but you can blame me for thinking everyone was out to hurt me, when really there are good people in this world, the hard part is just finding them.