Lost // h.s short story

2. The media

-Harry's POV-

I woke up with a pounding headache and to four angry boys. Not surprising.

"What the fuck Harry?" Liam furiously said.

"What?" I say while grabbing my forehead, praying the headache from the hangover would go away.

"You know very well 'what'."

I looked to Louis to back me up as I would normally but all I got was a look of disgust and pity.

Before I could open my mouth, Louis spoke up, "Mate, I'd love to help you but this has been happening way too many times. The amount of times we have told you to stop drinking is just overwhelming. You're out of control Harry. You really fucked up this time."

"Fucked up? Out of control? Oh please. I'm perfectly fine," I say with rage.

"Harry you're far from being fine. Management called. They want you in their office in less than an hour. Whatever bad that will go on in that office, you deserve it all."

I look at Liam in disbelief.

"Management?! What do they want with me? I didn't do anything wrong! They have never called me in for something ever! You're lying."

"Well, maybe they thought it was about time they did something. You better sort this out because none of us here are going to help you anymore."

I groan in frustration as they walk out of my room. I stood up, took some Advil and went to prepare for this dreadful day.

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I got out of the car and ignored every screaming fan that got in my way. Couldn't they just leave me alone for once?! Rolling my eyes, I made my way into the management building.

Knowing this place like the back of my hand, I got up to the top floor. As I got closer to the enclosed wooden doors of the office, my pace slowed down. The feeling of anticipation and nervousness built up in my heart. I felt my stomach churning for some reason. For what could they have possibly want to call me in?

My foot tracks stopped at the doors. I frown and grip the handles tightly. Opening the door, I looked in to find the five main directors that were in charge of looking after the events and publicity of one direction. One of them was Simon. I gulped and took a seat in front of them.

Let the hell begin.

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"WHAT?! WHEN WAS THAT PHOTO EVEN TAKEN?! I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO THAT IS!" I shouted in shock at the photo of me making out with some hot chick at the club I went to yesterday. Had to give myself some credit though, for that was a really hot girl. I could see that I even had grabbed her ass. Must've been pretty wasted last night.

"Harry shut up. We don't care if you have any memory of her or not. You have blown this matter out of control and now you have to fix this. It is either you to be kicked off one direction, or you to find that girl and announce her as your girlfriend that you have been hiding in for some time," Simon said in a strict and firm tone.

I look at him in disbelief, my jaw dropping.

"You absolutely cannot force me into choosing either one of these. And you know very well I would never choose to leave the boys."

"That's the whole point. You got yourself into this mess and now you are paying the price."

"Fuck... But how am I even going to find her? For all I know she could be a 40 year old mom! I've had flings and photos in clubs before, so why is this one bothering you?"

"Harry, it is pretty obvious that the WOMAN in the photo is NOWHERE CLOSE to being 40. We have always managed to stop those photos from getting released or seen by too many but we never even knew this photo existed until two hours ago. Harry do you or do you not have a way to find this girl? Whether you have her contact number or not."

And with that, memories of last night flooded in. My eyes widened in surprised but I quickly regained myself before anyone of the directors could tell.

"Harry?! Stop zoning out. I want an answer," Simon fuming mad.

"Um... No I- I don't have her numb-number."

"Harry I know you're lying. I can hear you stuttering. Do not, I repeat, do not take me for an idiot."

"Fine. I got her number but what are we even going to say to her? Would she even be willing?" I gave in, admitting in defeat.

"There is not us in this we. It's just you. Since you created this chaos, it is up to you to tell her. I want her here now. The directors and I here are going to watch you and wait. Don't disappoint us again."

// I'm so bad at writing but who cares ahA (I care omg) my chapters get kinda rly long (I think so) in the later ones! //