Run(a)Way S.T

“Ok mate, time to go to bed,” I say once I reach Harry at the hotel’s bar.
“Nooo... I think I want another drink first,” He answers, his words slurred.
“Harry you’re pissed out of you mind- I think it’s enough for one day,” I try, pulling on his arm.
“NO! I want another!” He slams his glass breaking it on the floor, making the bartender jump.
“Harry- you’re making a scene and I don’t think you’re mum will be too happy with us if this gets back to her,” I try.
“You think my mum hearing about this scares me? GO ahead! Call her!” He throws his phone at me.
I duck back so it won’t hit me.
“Miss- would you need help?” The waiter inquires.
“No thank you- I’ve got it,” I flash him a smile and turn back to Harry.
“Listen here you wanker- It is late- and I still have work to do- I have no time to babysit you right now so can you please stop acting like a two year old and get a grip?” I hiss at him. It doesn’t help. Instead Harry is sent into a giggle fit.
“That’s it!” I slap him across his face, stunning him. Harry brings his palm up to his red cheek glancing up at me.
“So know I have your full attention? Get up- and follow me!”
Harry pushes his chair back slowly and stands. He is taller than me but not by much. He is slightly wobbly so I place my arm around his waist and help him to the lifts.
“No one asked you to help me,” He mumbles as we step in, and I press the floor number.
“Yeah well, you need it, and you asked for my help the moment you demanded me being your assistant,” I point out.
“Do you think my mum will hear about this?” He questions, sounding- can that be? Slightly hopeful?
“I hope not.. I don’t think she will if you won’t tell her,” I reply.
“Fuck.”
“You should hope she won’t hear about it, since if I get sacked because of you I swear I will be running you over,” I threaten him, which once again sends him laughing.
“Why do you find this so funny?”
“You won’t get sacked- my mum loves you! No way you will be losing your job over me,” He assures me.
“You don’t know that,” I roll my eyes, and yet he still made me feel slightly better.
We step out of the lift, and I help Harry walk over to his room. I help him in and over to his bed. He falls back and closes his eyes. He looks so young, so helpless..
“I don’t get it...” I sigh, sitting down next to him.
“What?”
“Why do you do this? Why do you act this way? You throw fits and make stupid moves and say mean things.”
“Because- I’m mean- I’m a brat like you said earlier today,” He answers.Harry bic
“But why? Don’t you care? About your family? Your reputation? How can your mum be so kind and you be.. well.. you?” I mutter.
“Of course you’d think my mum is so perfect- she adores you and you probably loveeee her, gosh- Eleanor, you got me under a lock and key, you can get lost now,” Harry waves me off in disgust.
“What is your problem?” I demand to know. Drunk Harry is the meanness yet and I don’t appreciate him treating me this way after helping him this late at night.
“My problem is that you took my place! My mum loves you- all she talks about is Eleanor this and Eleanor that and I really don’t get what the fuck is so damn special about you? Apart of your pretty face and being a good designer you’re just as mean as I am- so what the hell is so good about you?” Harry shouts.
I’m stunned to my place. Is this it? Is Harry jealous of me?
I don’t have time to think this over since Harry is about to be sick. I hurry and hold the bathroom door open for him as he rushes to the loo and buckles over it.
I move to the small fridge and get out a cold bottle of water. I pour it into a glass and walk back to where I left him.
When he sits up and wipes his mouth, I hand him the glass of water.
“There..” I say offering it to him. Harry eyes me before taking it, sipping it slowly.
“You’re welcome,” I hiss and turn to leave.
“Wait,” He calls after me.
I stop in my place but don’t turn to face him.
“I’m sorry I’m such a dick.. You didn’t do anything to me and I’m just... thanks for the water.”
“Harry- I never asked for this- I never asked for your mum to like me, or to be your assistant or to come to France.. All I wanted was to work as a designer at a good company so I can work at a good place and doing what I love- and I work hard, I really do.. So if you could just lay off of me,” I ask of him.
“I don’t mean to be this way.. But sometimes I just can’t help it.. I get so cross and I just feel like breaking something,” He holds up the glass in his hand watching it.
“Well.. I didn’t sign up for this, so it’s quite unfair of you to leash on me your bipolar behaviour, I’m trying to succeed just like you are,” I am trying hard to get through to him make him understand where I am coming from.
“You don’t get it do you?” He rolls his eyes at me. Harry gets up and strides over to his bed, throwing himself on it, the glass still in his hand. He lets it go and it bounces off to the floor and breaks.
“Great- I’m not wasting anymore of my time here today, when you’re not pissed out of your mind and feel like explaining yourself you know where you can find me,” I snap, leaving the room.
The door slams after me, and I wince.
I don’t get why- why did he ask for me if he hates me so much? What did I do to make him hate me? We might have not started on the right foot but I was much better behaved then him... was I not?

“What was it?” Lila questions when I enter the room.
“We were just about to come look for you,” Mia calls from her bed.
“Styles was intoxicated and making a scene down at the hotel bar, so I had to go do some damage control,” I share as I climb into the king bed beside Lila.
“You think any photos were taken of him?” Mia inquires.
“Well.. The peps not allowed in so unless one of the guests took one.. I think we are safe,” I muffle a yawn.
“Well we should get some sleep, we do have a massive day tomorrow,” Mia notes.
“Yes.. Well.. goodnight girls,” I wish them.
“Goodnight.”
In the morning we all move fast to stay on track with time. Mia, Lila, Carlo and I go over all the things that have to be done before we collect Mika and Harry to the runway to get ready.
“So you have everything covered with the camera crew right?” I glance at Carlo who nodes, all of his equipment already packed and ready to be moved to the fashion house.
“Wonderful, and Mia you remember- you are in charge of Mika and Harry’s makeup- no one touches them but you- Lila and I will take care of all the rest.”
We are all ready to leave by 10:00, waiting for Harry to join us at the lobby.
“Where is he? We’ll be late because of him,” Mika whines.
“Let me go up and see where he is- you lot get into the car already,” I order and run to catch a lift up to Harry’s room.
I knock on his door, but no sound comes.
“Harry- Open up- we are late because of you!” I call out, banging on the door, anger rising within me, leave it to Harry to mess this all up.
“Come on Styles! Can you stop being a dick for just one minute and not screw this up for the rest of us?” I shout banging even harder, wishing I would have taken his keycard last night.
The door suddenly opens and I push through catching a glance of Harry pacing back to his bed half naked and covering himself up with the blanket.
“NO! I can’t believe you! Get the hell out of bed Harry!” I demand, striding over and pulling the duvet off of him.
“Keep it down woman,” He groans, pulling a pillow over his head.
“Harry we need to be at the fashion house in a half an hour and you’re not even washed let alone dressed! God this cannot be happening!” I pull the pillow away from him.
“What is wrong with you?” I scold him angrily.
“I don’t feel well,” He mumbles.
“Of course you’ll feel ill- drinking so much last night- please Harry- everyone is waiting in the car,” I beg him. I reach out for his arm to try and get him up.
“Harry pl-“ I stop and let go of him. He has a red angry rash around his throat and he feels very warm.
“Harry- what happen to you?” I sit down next to him examining him.
I take out my phone and call Lila.
“Lila drive to the fashion house and keep an eye on everything, I’ll be coming a little later with Harry- if anything goes wrong call me.”
I end the call and bring my palm to Harry’s forehead. He is hot.
“I think you have a temperature,” I inform him.
I watch Harry’s face, his eyes barely open. He cannot be sick- not today. I think about calling his mum up, but that will be admitting I failed with this task she gave me.
I look at my phone and then back at Harry.
“Shit! I hope I’m not doing a mistake,” I mutter and dial the only other person who I know might be able to help me at a time like this.
Mike.

Notes

So... who is Mike?
It's guessing time ya'll