Anxiety | Harry Styles

Chapter 7: "Canadian mystery girl"

Harry POV

Hunter just left and I can’t describe how I was feeling. Neither of us said anything about what happened over the past two days, but it felt different. She was different. I made my way back up to my hotel room and laid down on the bed looking the ceiling thinking of everything and her. After a few minutes I check my phone update my twitter saying lovely things about the city and the fans and then decide to do my own internet surfing. I know it’s bad but I always check my page on gossip sites to see what they say.

 I check TMZ and it’s right there in huge letters “HARRY STYLES CANADIAN MYSTERY GIRL” the article had a photo attached from a twitter, it was a photo of Hunter and I in the restaurant that she took me to. The picture didn’t show anything bad just us talking. I immediately got up and went to Paul's room, to talk to him about this.

“Paul look at this! I can’t even go out with someone without it being turned into something it’s not. Even if it was a date it always gets made into mystery girls and they make it seem so dirty when it’s all innocent. I want to be able to date and have a laugh with girls without it being everywhere. It’s also not fair to her! She didn’t ask for this. What am I supposed to tell her?” I say upsetly. I didn’t mean to rant to him, but there was no one else and I’m so fed up.

“okay. you need to calm down. What we’re going to do is nothing. If you feel the need to say something then do so, but you don't HAVE to say anything. And you don't have to do anything, you'll never avoid paparazzi when going on dates, so just make sure you ignore them and live your life. They're going to find you and be around you no matter what. As for her, if it was a one night thing then leave it. But if it was an actual date and she’s a friend, please call her and talk to her, it’s the right thing to do. Okay lad?” paul says. I’m so grateful for him, he’s the daddy of the road and always knows what to do and say on a career level and personal level.

I thank him and go back to my room. I get on twitter to see what the fans are saying, because if it’s not that bad then I won’t say anything. I get on and twitter and all my at replies and everything has something to do with me and Hunter it’s all the same photo but it. is. everywhere. I need to call Hunter right now.

*ring* *ring* *ring*

“hello?”

“hiya love, it’s Harry. I don’t know if you’ve been online yet, but I wanted to apologize. Someone at the restaurant last night took a photo of us at our table and posted it to twitter. It’s everywhere and you’re not being called another one of Harry's mystery girls. I’m so sorry.” I say

“yeah I saw. I really don’t know what to say” she says

“you don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to apologize. Don’t listen to what anyone says. I also wanted to let you know that last night wasn’t an attempt at a one night stand. I have this really bad reputation with women and being a womanizer. If I wanted to sleep with someone I would’ve found someone easy, but that wasn’t my intention. My intention wasn’t even anything close to what happened. I- I just wanted you to know that. And Id like to keep talking with you.” I say

“it’s fine Harry. I’m fine and I’m not giving them the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me. I’ll keep quiet and not even mention it, if that’s what you want. and I’d like that” she says, I can almost feel her smiling.

“I don’t know where this is going to go. I saw you as a friend then I kissed you, so right now let’s keep it to ourselves yeah?” I reply

“no problem. but I’ve got to go harry, I’ll text you!”