H.

As I wait for my drink and muffin, a text comes through my phone which causes it to vibrate. I pull my phone out of my pocket, unlock it, and read the message.

Mitchell: Where are you?

I purse my lips and reply.

Me: Magnolia's . Why?

Three dots appear on the screen.

Mitchell: Can you come to the hotel?

Me: I'm waiting for my food.

Mitchell: But, we need you here now.

Me: What's the rush??

Mitchell: Just come.

I sigh loudly and give in.

Me: I'll be there in five. -H.

I turn my phone off and slide it back into my pocket. Taking out my wallet, I pull out ten dollars for the muffin and drink. I add another fifty for the tip.

I get up and push through the door. The cool air hurts my throat as I breathe in. The yelling and screaming start up again. Now there are paparazzi in the midst of the crowd.

I push through gently, smiling every once and a while at the fans. Again, there are people pulling on my sleeve and touching me.

Finally, I am released from the crowd and I am now being escorted by the security that had been pushing the girls back. The crowd follows but the security is sure to push them back.

It seemed like ages before I stopped in front of the hotel. I shake the security men's hands and murmur quick thank you's before walking into the building.

The man at the desk greets me. "Welcome back, Mr. Styles."

"Thank you," I reply as I head past him. I make my way to the elevator and press the up button.

The elevator takes a few seconds before stopping at my floor. It dings and the doors slide open. I make my way inside, press the button for the top floor, and wait patiently for it to get to my suite.

I stay quiet as I think of why I needed to be rushed to get back. It better be urgent or I'll be upset that I didn't get to have my muffin.

The elevator stops and the doors open once more, allowing me to walk to my door. I pull out my key card and unlock the door.

Mitch and the other band mates wait in the main area of the suite, sitting in a circle.

I slowly close the door in questioning and head to the circle. "Hey. What's wrong?" I ask, sitting on the rocking chair in the corner.

"Rumors, Harry." Mitch sighs, rubbing his temples.

"Okay..." I drag out the 'a' in word with questioning. "What rumors?"

"That you're quitting singing to become an actor," Alex says with a sigh.

I let out a laugh. "Do you guys really think that I would do that?"

Clare shrugs, picking at her nails. "Would you, Harry?"

I drop my shoulders and frown. "I'm not giving up on my career. I'm not giving up on you guys. We're a team. We stick together."

"Is that what you said when you broke it off with One Direction?" Mitch asks, chewing the inside of his lip.

"Ya know what? I don't have to explain myself," I retort. "The split was a mutual thing." I push myself up out of the chair and stride past them all. I head straight downstairs to go for a walk.