[[The content in this chapter directly follows chapter nine. Please make sure you have read that one first. -Elle ]]
BREAKING NEWS
One Direction hottie Harry Styles spotted in London with girlfriend Avery Masters.
He hasn't confessed to dating the plain jane yet, but judging off their detailed history, love is undeniably in the air for the pair. Photos sent anonymously to our editors detail the superstar fleeing a bar angrily around 7pm last night with the girl after an altercation with a harmless partygoer. Styles was heard yelling at and threatening the man inside the bar before dragging his woman out of the club.
The global sensation isn't normally one for anger- according to his public persona- leaving serious question as to why he would act like this. Sources say that the girlfriend was in conversation with the man and Styles soon became 'green-eyed'.
What does this mean for Styles now? Time will only tell.
(photos supplied below.)
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Haroldsbees11: She isn't even that pretty! #Haylorforlife
Harryhasmyheart20: This can't be true!!!!! Harry is a nice person!!!
oneDivarection: "plain jane" is an understatement. She is so bland... bleh! *vomits*
agirlwhoeatscarrots5: @harryhasmyheart20 of course you'd say that... look at the facts here.
wetookaChonce: Avery is so ugly!! She needs to die.
I blink at the phone, hands practically shaking. Out of everyone for this to happen to... us? I look to Harry. He's on his phone too, passionately typing out a message. Has he seen it? I chew the inside of my mouth, sitting the phone down on the seat beside me as I stand. "I'll be back." I try to keep my voice level as I can, speeding out of the room.
Where to go- where to go- where to- ah. The bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lock it, leaning against the wall beside it. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face is almost sickly pale. I look rough. My hands haven't stopped shaking, and I can feel bile rising in my throat. A feeling I have felt in months start to swell inside me. Full, unprotected anxiety.
The news report was completely wrong. The man... he wasn't harmless... he- he was a creep. Harry didn't do a thing beside insult the man. Yes, we moved quite quickly to the car, but he wasn't angry at me. He wasn't controlling. He wasn't 'green-eyed'. Hell, he's not even my boyfriend. He's Harry. A boy loyal to the end for anyone he cares about.
"Ave?" Harry says softly, knocking on the door. I take a shaky breath in, trying to steady my breathing. "I saw the article on your phone. I was hoping it wouldn't find its way to you. I know how difficult this is for you to see things like... like that. Please, open the door so I can talk to you."
"I don't want to." I say weakly, "I want it to go away, Harry. I-" He tries to open the door. I blink away the tears as I continue to stop myself from completely breaking down. "I don't like what they were saying about you... or me... or him."
"I know, Ave. I know. Just open the door so I can be with you as I try to fix this." I can hear the worry as he speaks. The simple sound of his voice begins to loosen the tight feeling in my chest. I look at my hands before reaching up and unlocking the door. I hadn't even realised that I slid down the wall.
"It's open."
The door is open in a flash, and soon Harry is at my knees. He put his hands atop of them, looking at me for a moment... visibly checking if I'm alright. He smiles sadly as he reaches out and wipes the years from my face. "It's alright, Ave. It's not so good seeing fake articles about you is it?" I shake my head, looking down. "Come here, give me a hug." He continues. I let my legs slide out flat on the tiled floor so Harry can reach over. He embraces me in a strong hug, stroking my hair.
We stay in the bathroom for a while, talking. He moves next to me against the wall, the side of his body near pressed against the bath. In moments like this I feel my undying gratitude to Harry the most. When he cares for someone, it isn't half-hearted.
He pours his soul into caring for his friends and family. It's a trait I hate to say isn't common in many people these days. Our society can be selfish, only caring about themselves and their own needs. I wish that everyone could be like Harry Styles sometimes. If so, the world could begin to become a better place.
Harry makes calls: dozens of them. I get calls: my parents, Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn. While Harry is talking to management and supervisors, I am talking to my friends and family. Checking in on me, making sure I am alright. They ask questions: what happened to you guys? Who was the guy? Is any of that true? They know better than to react to the headline of the article.
By the time both of our phones are down, and we are left in a peaceful silence, hours had passed. Modest was refusing to provide adequate help to the situation, leaving Harry with another wrongful title to his name. "Take it as publicity, Styles." They said to him, "it'll be useful if you ever want to make it as a solo arist." I was livid, and he was too.
Harry and I made a mutual agreement. I am going to stay out of public with him- and generally keep a low profile- for a while until the wildfire of social media slows down, letting the fire die hopefully as soon as it came. We both know that I would crumble under the presence of paparazzi following my every move, so we must take the right precautions.
I later see tweets from my feed, and a new hashtag trending.
@LiamPayne: Both Avery and Harry are beautiful people inside and out. #loveavery
@Louis_Tomlinson: Remember that not everything you see from the media is true #loveavery
@NiallOfficial: Neither Ave or Harry deserve this #loveavery
@Zaynmalik: Please, be nice. #loveavery
@Harry_Styles: #loveavery
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