Harry's POV

Obviously, dating someone like Taylor Swift wasn’t really good enough for him. Harry has been very well known for using his old tricks toward the older ladies, if you now what I mean. Remember when we spotted the members of One Direction in Los Angeles for their world tour? Well, we caught Mr. Styles red-handed in the arms of Radio Active member, Marina Kelly outside a near by Starbucks. HEY, at least she’s closer to his age unlike Harry’s exes; I’m not complaining!

Sources inside the café reveal that this hot duo were openly flirting throughout the so called “date”. Like in a touchy-feely way too! Many rumors have been going around saying that these two have been going an a number of dates and spending the night at each others hotels. Yes, that’s right folks! I don’t know about you, but I’m glad Harry is trying something new. Will Marina Kelly be THE ONE or will she just be another woman off Harry’s long list of girlfriends? Only time will tell… Perez HiltonxXx

After rehearsals, I found myself being dragged across the hallway floor with Paul holding the collar of my Jack Wills shirt. When we arrived at his office, he threw me into a random chair while strangling a rolled up magazine. The front cover was concealed by his fists and the thought of him beating me to death with the cone shaped figure frightened me a little. Paul must’ve been really angry at me, I mean, his face is bright red. Next thing you know, smoke comes out of his ears like a train. Words rummaged through my brain asking me the same question over and over again, “What did I do wrong?” The problem is, I don’t know what happened. Why can’t Paul just kill me and get it over with?

A lump began to build up in my throat as I tangled my finger tips in small knots. “Why am I here?” I shortly swallowed while looking down at my lap, trying to avoid his rage. On the television screen was the famous blogger, Perez Hilton. He added yet another blog to his popular website and it involved me. A familiar picture flashed upon the TV ad it was the same picture on the gossip magazine that Paul held. It was Marina and I together outside Starbucks. Whoa, I did not see that coming. Great, she’s probably going to hate my guts when she hears about this. Who am I kidding? Marina probably already knows and is on her way to slaughter me.

To top it all of, whoever took the picture, made it seem like I was hugging her, which by the way, wasn’t the case here. After reading the recent article, I was utterly baffled at the fact how one lucky shot can case such a huge outburst in the press. I didn’t know how to respond. I had no excuse. I was speechless and my mouth was completely dry. The very short-tempered man Paul is, he soon became impatient.

“HARRY!” He roared loudly and slamming the magazine in front of my face, creating a tremendous thump. It was surprising that the vase on the coffee table hasn’t collapsed to the floor already. The whole article was fake, just a simple fraud. All of the rumors said about Marina and I weren’t even realistic. Every emotion in me possible ended up exploding like a time bomb, bouncing off the walls like a rubber ball. “For god sakes, nothing happened between Marina and I. Never did I once sleep with her!” I came clean to the point where I was screaming like some kind of monster.

Paul’s face softened as his shoulders slowly descended, taking a sudden rest to the point where he simmered down. ”H-” I cut him off, continuing my massive explanation. “Look, I accidently ran into her and spilled her coffee. After that, we talked for a while. I didn’t do anything to Marina. Period. I am fed up with all of this! Don’t get me wrong, I love being in One Direction, but I hate the impression people give me. It’s like those people have a right to judge me without even actually meeting me in person! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST CUT ME SOME SLACK FOR A CHANGE!” The lack of air caused my heart to beat down on my ribs like it was trying to escape. I may have gone a little too far, but at least he understood my point.

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There was a cream colored, apartment door surrounded by white flashes and cameras; a humongous crowd screaming out bloody murder, yearning for the presence of the owner. Buried under the sea of interviewers and stage recruits, was a small, petite figure standing there completely overwhelmed. Cringing, she battered her eyes in result of the flickering lights. “Why are you here? How did you find me?” Her feminine voice beckoned. That girl, I recognize her. It was Marina. Guilt and hate rippled through my insides like sharp swords. They found her and now they won’t stop until she makes front cover.

A woman in the front row had bleach, blonde hair and her lips were covered with bright, red lipstick. In her slightly wrinkled fingers was a metal microphone with foam over the handle. She was all up on her face, shrieking different questions down Marina’s ear, trying to overcome the others. “Is Harry good in bed?” The woman winked, giving her a good punt in the shoulder. Marina’s eyes widened in shock and anger as small dots began to form in her pupils. Clenching her fists she shoved the woman back into the pile, letting her get sucked in like a vacuum.

“Is it true that you and Harry Styles have been exclusively dating?”

“Do you hate Taylor Swift and or does she hate you?”

“How do you feel about Harry’s ELDER past?”

All of these questions made Marina become uncomfortable. From the looks of it, she seemed like she was about to faint right then and there. Her hands dragged across the front entrance of her own apartment room, as she fell to the floor, landing on her knee caps. Leave her alone. Another female voice called out from inside; the girl sounded more urgent and serious. “Marina, who’s at the door?”. It was Tammy Parker, Marina’s fellow Radio Active member.

Tammy was about three heads shorter than Marina, yet she was older. How ironic! She wore a indigo and light, brown sweater under a plain, black tank top with khaki shorts and socks. Giving the paparazzi a nasty scowl first, she bent down to relief her friend from distress. “Are you alright?” She whispered, helping Marina get back on her feet. Pulling short strands of hair away from her face, Marina clenched her stomach while breathing heavily. She just had a meltdown in front of live television. “Why?” She mouthed at the camera. I assumed she was talking to me, because I’m pretty sure she knew I would be watching.

Not wanting to see anymore, I snatched the remote from Paul’s grasp and turned off the TV as soon as possible. Letting the devise slip from my fingers, I murmurred. “I didn’t mean to.” I cracked, as my arms trembled nervously. Paul tapped my shoulder steadily and attempted to make me feel like a better person. It wasn’t working, because I still feel like a jerk! “It’s okay, you didn’t mean to.” He reassured.

“I was trying to be nice.” I defended. Was it really my fault? Because Paul and Marina seem to think it is. I only bought her coffee. I don’t understand how that can be considered, ‘constantly flirting’. “I know you were, Harry, but this is show business functions.” Raising an eyebrow, I gave him a puzzled look on my face. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“-We’re not talking about pop stars, super models, or worldwide actresses. No, we are talking about an international girl group who is new to the music industry. There is a fifty, fifty percent chance you might ruin that woman’s career. Do you want that to happen?” I nodded my head. Of course not. Why would I think so cruel of her. Paul continued. “-Radio Active is one of those artists you can’t dealt with. Just one mistake, ONE MISTAKE can lead to you having a new title.”

“The one who broke Marina Kelly’s heart.”

Notes

How do you feel about the article about Harry? How do you feel about the 'new title' Paul suggested?

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