One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Thirty: Sickness and Lectures

   (Harry's Point of View)

   Right after we finished our interview, Will told us to stay after. Apparently, some fans had wrist bands so they could meet us. I wasn't aware of this. I actually didn't mind whenever this happened. Especially since I loved meeting fans. I love knowing that they're smiling because of us, and what we do. It was a great way to give back to them, since, well, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't really be where we are today. But, I kind of really wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I needed to see Michelle. I know it's rare for her to be listening to some radio station in Pennsylvania since she lives in New Jersey, and, she has no cell phone, so, how could she find out? But, I couldn't risk it. Anyways, I needed to apologize to her parents. 

   "Erm, Will, I don't think I'll be able to do this. I don't feel well. The last thing we'd want to do is get a fan sick, and it'll all be my fault," I lied through my own teeth. Technically, I wasn't actually lying. I didn't feel good, I was still a bit uncomfortable due to the whole "Hamber" thing that just happened half an hour ago. "I suppose you're right," Will said as he stroked his chin with his thumb. "Alright, go. But this can't happen again. You hear me, Styles?" Will informed me. "I know, I know," I nodded as I went for the door. 

   Before I could open the door, someone grabbed my arm. "Woah, mate, where are you going?" Zayn asked with a confused look. "Look, I need to see Michelle. I just told some lie about how I didn't feel good, and how the last thing we wanted was for some fan to get sick because of me to Will. So please, just let me go?" I pleaded. Zayn sighed, and shook his head. "Fine. But I'm coming with you," Zayn said as he finally let go of me. I don't understand why Zayn has to come. I mean, he has to stay here and meet the fans. Only meeting three guys from One Direction, isn't really meeting One Direction. "You can't mate. You have to stay for the fans. Plus, I doubt Will's going to let you," I tried to convince Zayn to stay. Zayn looked like he was actually agreeing with what I was telling him, until he looked at me, and gave me his "I have an idea" look. Next thing I knew, Zayn was calling Will over. "Will! Woah! Harry isn't feeling well at all! His forehead is burning," Zayn called as he placed the back of his hand on my forehead, to feel it. "I have to take him back to the condo," Zayn lied. Zayn was actually a really good liar. It was as if I were actually sick, and he meant ever word that came out of his mouth. 

   "But, we need you Zayn! Can't Paul go and take him?" Will asked. Zayn and I shot our heads at Paul's direction, and gave him a signal that told him no. That's the thing I love most about Paul. When we really need to get out of something that Will wants us to do, he plays along, but we have to tell him first. Just in case we're in trouble, or, getting kidnapped; exactly what Paul always assumes. "He can't. He has to watch over the rest of the boys," I said as he let out a little cough, and acted as if I were really sick. "Yeah, they're right. Plus, Ron will take them back. He's a very trust driver," Paul lied as well. Will sighed, and made a hand gesture which told us to go on out of here. Once Will turned around, I mouthed a "Thank you," to Paul, and he nodded. I made sure to also mouth "Michelle," to him. He understood. But I had a huge feeling he didn't approve since Michelle was the whole reason I left. Sorta. 

   Once the door closed behind us, Zayn and I ran through the halls to get to the elevator. "If we leave now, we'll be able to make it to Michelle's house before the boys leave to go back home. It gives us time," Zayn explained as he waited anxiously against the elevator wall for the "ding." I nodded, and waited as well. 

   Once the elevator door opened, the same women who greeted us when we first came inside, greeted us again. "Thank you for having us!" we shouted as we made our way out of the back door, where we came inside from. I could still hear the screaming girls. This time, it wasn't as loud as before. I suppose a few girls went home. 

   Zayn and I took the same way we did to get to the building. It was actually easier to get out of the building, and find our way to the car, rather than get out of the car, to find the building. While we ran, my adrenaline was rushing throughout my whole body. I don't know if it were from the running, or because I was really nervous and stressed out from the whole fake relationship with Amber, and I really needed to think of some whole speech to explain to Michelle about the whole thing. But I didn't think about the speech or what I was going to say as I ran. I just ran. 

   When we got to the car, Zayn and I found Ron sleeping in the driver's seat. We banged on the window, to wake him up, and to open the doors, because, we could have sworn a few girls saw us running. I guess the running part made it obvious that it was Zayn and I, but, I didn't think of that while I ran. 

   After banging on the windows for a minute or so, Ron finally woke up, and was surprised. I guess we scared him. When we opened the doors, Zayn and I jumped inside. "Where are the other boys?" Ron asked. "We'll explain later, just drive!" Zayn laughed as we saw a few girls turn at the corner, running towards the SUV. One girl even pointed at us, and next thing we knew, a bunch of girls appeared. 

   When Ron finally lost the girls, it was our turn to explain. "Where are we going? And where are the others?" Ron asked as he kept his eyes on the road. "Michelle's house. And, still at the radio interview thing. I guess Will made a mini meet and greet without telling us, again," Zayn shook his head. "Ah, okay," Ron said. I leaned back, and started to finally catch my breath again. This was going to be a long ride and it's only two in the afternoon.

   (Michelle's Point of View)

   "Michelle, what were you thinking? Going to some other country with a guy?! You're only sixteen! This guy is eighteen!" My mom yelled at me as I sat on the couch, and she paced back and forth in front of me. It's been this way ever since I came downstairs today. I came down stairs at almost four-thirty today. I guess it's because I finally got to get some sleep last night when the sun was rising. So, she's been lecturing me since then, and all I hear from her is "You're crazy", "You're only sixteen", "You're grounded", etc. Other than that, I'm not really listening to her. I'm super tired, and the last thing I need, is some boring, long lecture about how stupid and crazy I am. 

   "I guess taking your phone away so you wouldn't talk to these boys was pretty useless because you ended up leaving the country with one of them!" My mom shouted in my face. Good thing Alex wasn't home. I woke up, and he wasn't home. I guess he went to his friend's house, and I'm pretty happy he did, so he wouldn't have to hear my mom's yelling. Alex always talked about how mom's voice was so loud, and how my mom was always hurting his ears. I always found it funny, and adorable at the same time. "Listen to me, Michelle!" she shouted as she made me look at her. "What?!" I shouted back. I guess I pissed her off, because, she slapped me in the face. I guess I don't blame her, because she's pretty much using all her energy to yell at me, and I'm not even listening to a word she's saying. My dad is just sitting at the corner of the room. He hasn't said anything, because I guess, he's disappointed in me. "You listen to me when I'm speaking to you!" My mom shouted. I just nodded. I guess shouting back at her wasn't a good idea. 

   "Alex, your dad, me, and your sister are going on vacation in two weeks. You're not allowed to go. You'll be staying here. I don't want to hear anything from you, you're staying, whether you like it or not," she stated. "What am I going to do here?!" I shouted. Right then, the door bell rang. I was angry, but at the same time, I was relieved. 

   When my dad opened the door, he stood there, quiet. What was going on? All I could hear were little whispers. I walked over to my dad. He was blocking the whole door, so I peeked out from behind him. I noticed a curly boy who was about five foot eleven standing in front of my dad, and a boy who looked to be about five foot ten standing next to him. I could recognize those accents anywhere, and, that curly hair. "Harry!" I shouted as I pushed my dad to the side, and ran to wrap my arms around my boyfriend. Then, Zayn cleared his throat. I laughed. "Zayn!" I said as I went to go hug him. "I missed you so much," Zayn said as he kissed the top of my head. "Michelle! Come back! We aren't finished!" my mom's voice was louder now, and by that, I guess she was walking to us. "I suppose we came at a wrong time?" Harry asked. My dad nodded.