Even A White Rose Has A Black Shadow

Chapter 11

'Oh wow, is that a Dodge Durango?', I gazed at the huge black car awaiting us in the Hotel's car park. Paul opened the front passenger door for me and I hopped in. 'A woman who can tell it's a Dodge Durango, huh? I think I might like you, young lady!', the square-built man said laughing before he closed my door to go over to the driver's side. When he was seated he added, 'I bought it last year, it was like second-hand but the man who owned it just didn't really drive it loads since he was some rich CEO and owned a considerable number of cars. So it was just perfectly fine for me. A Dodge has always been my dream car, you know? It was obviously still expensive like hell but it's the only thing except for my house that I really spent a lot of money on. And after nearly one year of driving it I can luckily say the money was so worth it!' 'That I can believe you without hesitation', I admitted giggling when the roaring of the engine filled my ears.

I had felt so nervous before and I still was in a way but Paul just seemed like such a nice and down to earth guy - well except for his car that was worth a fortune - and he kind of reminded me of my uncle which made everything feel a little less intimidating. I still wasn't able to shake all my worries off though, so I just had to ask. 'Uhm, Paul? Can I ask you something?' 'Of course. Ask me anything, dear.' I fumbled around with my necklace while trying to find the right words. 'Does this happen often? I mean, do you often bring girls over to Harry's?', I finally asked. Paul laughed out loudly before he turned to me grinning and I could feel the heat rushing up my cheeks. 'Well, not really! When I started to work for them he was more of a ladies' man, I'd say. But still not the womanizer that media made of him. He went out with some girls, a very few of them were fans. However, as much as I know it was usually just a nice night out, nothing more. But as time went by he kind of stopped going out. I don't know if it's due to all the stupid rumours about him or if he just kind of settled. You know, there's a girl every now and again but he hasn't seen any fans anymore, as far as I know. And I usually don't drive them around', he laughed once more, 'The girls that Harry's usually with probably all have their own driver. But believe me, there's nothing you need to worry about.'

I didn't know if I was supposed to feel some kind of relief after Paul had basically said that I was not really a girl of Harrry's standards, but it still felt good to know that he wasn't the womanizer that most people believed him to be. 'I wasn't really worrying, just wondering. I mean, obviously, I know that not everything that media claim is true, but still...' In the past Harry had basically been linked to every single woman that he had been seen with, which was clearly ridiculous. However, he was a good looking guy and those women like Taylor Swift, Cara Delevingne and more recently Kendall Jenner were all beautiful women so ... you could never know.

I looked out of the window and  realized that I had now clue where we were going and what the actual plan was. Like reading my mind Paul said, 'We'll need around twenty minutes to Harry's. There might be paparazzi there, you never know. And Harry said that he didn't want you to be confronted with them, so you might have to duck down when we are there until the gate is shut behind us. Would that be alright for you?' Well, here we go again. I guess, the whole plan about trying to think of Harry as a normal boy just wasn't supposed to work out today... 'Yeah, that's fine for me', I still said because I surely didn't want to be on some gossip magazine with a headline asking 'Who's this wallflower invading heartthrob Harry Styles' territory?'.

'So, how's the whole paparazzi-thing for you? Do they like recognize you when you are with your family or something?', I asked Paul trying to comprehend what kind of a life not only the five boys but all their friends and family had to come to terms with because of the media's interest in them. 'Oh, no! Paparazzi are part of my job but luckily not my private life. To be honest, I thought I'd get used to them since I have to deal with them whenever I'm with the boys. Yet I don't think I could bare them around my wife and children. Obviously, they just do their job but I feel like sometimes they forget that those in front of the lens are human-beings as well', Paul explained and I felt horrible thinking about a bunch of cameras being shoved in their faces trying to follow them everywhere just to find some 'dirt' to to spill about them.