His Secret Bodyguard

Part 5

"Jeff, please just come get him. He's such a pain. I can't do this any longer." I commented. I was out on the balcony now, since Harry decided he still wasn't going to put clothes on.

"He's not that bad, alright? Besides, his second show is tomorrow night. You need to get him there, and stay with him the entire time. Watch and make sure he's safe on stage, and you're free to go once the show is done." He explained. I sighed. "You don't understand, he's the most annoying person I've ever met. He won't put his fucking clothes on, and he keeps asking me all these personal questions. How the hell do I get him to shut up and get dressed?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

He laughed. "He doesn't like wearing clothes when he doesn't have to. And, he's probably just being friendly. He likes to talk. Just, talk to him." He responded. "No." I stated, hanging up and going back inside.

He was still lying where I'd left him.

"Well?" He questioned. "I'm stuck with you for another day." I commented..

"So.. Your family?" He asked, once I was seated back on my bed. I groaned, lying down and pulling the pillow over my head. I heard him laugh. "Come on, it's not that bad of a question." I barely heard him say.

I pulled the pillow down. "It's a horrible question." I commented, rolling onto my side and pulling the sheets over me. "No, it's not. What if I go first?" He asked, then started going on and on about his family. I already knew all of it. I was required to know almost everything about him.

After five minutes, he was still talking. "Oh my god, do you ever shut up?" I asked, pulling the sheets down and sitting up to face him.

He looked over at me. "Listen, I'm sorry. I don't talk about my family, okay? And, I already know everything about yours. It's part of my job." I explained. He nodded, and for a few minutes it was quiet. I relaxed some, leaning back into the pillows and watching the tv.

Well, until there was loud banging on the door. I jumped at the noise, and Harry looked over at me.

"Did you order room service or anything?" I asked quietly, and he shook his head.

I nodded, silently getting off the bed. I motioned for him to stay where he was, and crept over to the door. I looked through the peep-hole, and saw three teenage girls. I sighed, turning to face Harry. I jumped, seeing he was standing right behind me. I hit his chest. "Don't do that!" I exclaimed quietly, and he laughed a little. "Who is it?" He asked, trying to be semi-quiet.

"I think they're fans of yours." I replied, and he moved around me, looking through the hole.

He nodded. "Yeah. Um, one of my security guys usually handles that.." He commented, trailing off. I sighed. "Great. Ok, well go in the bathroom. Don't turn on the light." I said. He looked at me. I rolled my eyes, handing him my phone to use as a light.

Once he was in the bathroom with the door closed, I opened the door to the room.

They seemed really confused at the sight of me, and tried to look around me into the room. "Um. Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yeah.. Um. We saw Harry Styles out on the balcony, and counted the rooms, up to this one." One of them explained. I nodded. "Ok, well I'm clearly not that guy, whoever that is. And he's obviously not here, seeing that this is my room.. Have you ever seen that Friends episode where Joey sees that girl in her apartment and counts the rooms, but every time he goes over there, he finds himself at Ross' apartment? Well, that's like this. Good luck." I commented, shutting the door. Harry came out of the bathroom, and looked at me. "What?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You just don't seem like the type of person to watch that show.. And also, you're a pretty good liar." He said. I didn't respond, and instead went back and sat on my bed again. He followed me. "I need you to go get me some clothes, if you don't mind.. I'd rather not wear what I wore yesterday to my show tomorrow." He stated. "Uh huh.. Ok, well Jeff told me I can't get anywhere near your hotel." I replied.

"Then go find a store somewhere. I'll pay you back. Please." He commented. I sighed. "Fine. But do not leave this room. Under any circumstance. No going out on the balcony, and no answering the door. Got it?" I questioned. He nodded, sitting back on his bed. I got up, getting my shoes on and leaving the hotel...

**

I refused to waste my money on him, and bought him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from a thrift store down the street. I walked back into the hotel room, tossing the bag at him. He caught it. "Really?"He asked, looking into the bag. "Oh I'm sorry, Princess. We can't all afford to shop at high-end boutiques." I stated. He rolled his eyes.

"Well, thanks. I guess. What else did you get?" He questioned. I took my shoes off, setting the other bag down on the bedside table. "Food." I answered, handing him one of the Chinese takeout boxes, and taking the other for myself. "Oh, thanks." He said, and I nodded.

We ate in silence, watching the crime show that was still on..

He set his container down on the table, and I knew he was going to start talking again.

I swear this man never shuts up...