HARRY'S POV
"THE PHOTOS ARE FAKED!" I yelled down the phone.
"But Harry, everyone can see that these photos are real, it's obviously you." said the journalist on the other side of the line. "So are you going to tell me, what were you doing with Ms. DeJones A MARRIED WOMAN that night?!"
"LEAVE ME ALONE WOULD YOU, YOU HORRIBLE COW!" I belted out angrily, chucking the phone out of my hand.
I instantly regretted shouting at the tabloid-woman on the phone. I could already see tomorrow's headlines:
"1D'S HARRY STYLES HAS UNPROVOKED RAGE ATTACK"
Still, I thought to myself, it has to be better than the current headlines I'm faced with.
So I had been stupid, whatever, she lied to me. I didn't get why the media were making me the villain in all this.
I wanted to call my Mum, talk to her but then I remembered she would be fast asleep in the UK, I didn't want to wake her up. I hadn't talked to her in 4 days, I just didn't feel like there was anything new to say, plus I was ashamed of these new rumours in the papers.
The boiling hot rage was still pumping through my body like poison. I made up my mind, I was going out.
What city was I in?
Oh yes, I was in New York, amazing for a party. Time to go out and forget about that crap. I grabbed a blazer and splashed on some Bleu de Chanel aftershave. Ready to party.
By the time I arrived at the party, it was already in full swing, I was hassled by the usual swarm of girls, but inside the large penthouse it was exclusively VIP, I was pretty sure none of the people in there would bother me.
However I did get a lot of questioning "Are you up for it?" looks from lots of girls (and even some guys!) but I just walked on, to the bar, and ordered a Jaegerbomb to take the sting of this hard day away. I sloshed it down as though it were apple juice.
COLE'S POV
"We need more money baby, you're going to have to do it," George told me.
"But I don't want to," I said whimpering. He wrapped his arm around my waist possesively, and pulled me closer to him.
"He likes your work, and he's willing to pay lots for it Cole. We need the money to keep our dream." George said.
"He's so horrible George, this is so horrible I don't want to do it anymore. Let me stop it." I begged.
George's vein pumped against his forehead. He grabbed a fistful of my knitted sweater.
"Listen slut, don't be so ungrateful, I've looked after you and your family. I pay for the luxury you live in, and I'm making your dream come true. So the least you could do is obey me. I am your fucking boyfriend." George growled in my ear aggressively. He pinned me against the wall and continued, "Now tell me how sorry you are."
I was crushed tight by his large body and I could feel his hot beery breath on my dipped forehead.
"I'm sorry George, I love you, you know I do." I whispered.
"That's better baby." George said, shifting his hand under my sweater, "Now do you want to show me how much you love me?"
He kissed me roughly, sending shivers down my back, I kissed him back, glad that this time he had decided to forgive me, rather than punish me for my ungratefulness.
HARRY'S POV
About 2 hours into the party, a girl strutted up to me, I checked her out, long blonde hair, fit body, great bum, niiiccceeee.
But instead of giving me the flirty look I was expecting she glared and me and out her hands on her hips.
"I don't normally do this, but can I just say that I find you absolutely disgusting, you slept with a woman whose husband was away being a hero in Afghanistan! That's sick!" she said, looking at me as though I was a piece of dog poo.
"Ella DeJones lied to me," I said, shaking my head, "I never would..."
"...Yeah right," the pretty girl interupted, "You're the type of guy who thinks he can have anything he wants, you're a little manwhore!"
"WHOA, YOU DON'T KNOW ME!" I shouted, drawing the unwanted attention of nearby partygoers.
"Oh, I know boys like you well enough, Harry Styles, believe me." she retorted, flipping her hair back.
I got up out of my stool and stormed out, grabbing two bottles of vodka on the way past. I had to escape that hateful girl, I stomped down the corridor, finally flinging open the door to a room, and locking myself in there.
"This room is taken." said a voice.
I turned, startled, a girl who looked to be in her early twenties, smiled up at me. She was curled up in a corner of the room, her legs tucked up to her chin.
"But since you brought vodka you can sit down." the girl said, "I'm Cole, by the way."
Taken aback by this, I automatically sat down, awkwardly facing this strange girl. I studied her, she was very pretty with caramel skin, long wavy hair and green eyes. She saw me staring and said,
"If you're down checking me out, can I ask what you are doing in here?"
"That just got too much for me, down there, you know." I said.
"Oh I get it," Cole replied smiling, "Yeah I totally get it, the music is a bit crap as well isn't it?"
I listened to the deep bass of ghetto rap music pound through the door.
"It is, there's a radio over there, I'm going to switch it on if that's okay with you?" I asked. I stood up without an answer and switch the old looking radio on in the bedroom, I searched for the station.
"Do you enjoy fiddling with knobs Harry?" Cole asked, raising a brown eyebrow, "On the radio I mean?"
I laughed, the first genuine one for days. Finally I came across a station playing She Moves in Her Own Way by The Kooks.
"Ooh I love this song!" Cole said. I decided I needed to cheer up my day, spontaneously I grabbed her hand and spun her around in time to the music, she giggled and we danced together for a bit, falling about the place like lunatics, but eventually it descended into a pillow fight. It was like we had known each other for years and not minutes. We both collapsed on the floor when the song was over, just smiling at each other.
"Cole, can I ask you something? Well 3 things actually." I said.
"Yeah sure, Harry Styles." she said pronouncing my full name as though it were amusing for her to say.
"What are you doing hiding away in here?" I asked.
She took a deep breath and considered,
"I'm waiting for my client," she said.
I was about to ask what that meant when she continued,
"He's really rich apparently, he really likes me, but it'll be gross, he's so old. Still my boyfriend says the money will be worth it."
She nodded as though she was reassuring herself.
I didn't understand what she meant by this, but her expression didn't seem to provoke more questions on this matter, so I went on with my next question.
"Secondly, why didn't you freak out when I came into the room?" I was curious to know why she wasn't squealing or treating me weirdly.
"Puhlease Harry, don't be that cocky, you're not that much of a big deal, plus I've had more famous." she snorted imperviously.
I wondered what Cole meant by this, was she a serial celebrity dater or something?
"You're going to have to hurry up, he'll be here in a minute," Cole said glancing at the alarm clock beside the bed.
"Okay, okay, my final question is that, well I'm feeling pretty lonely at the moment and you just seem so normal..." I said.
"WHOA Harry I already have a boyfriend and I'm fairly certain he doesn't want to share." Cole interupted.
"Now who is cocky?" I asked laughing, "I was just going to ask if you want to be friends? I need one right now."
Her face broke into this lovely smile,
"I was hoping you'd say that. My number is on your phone already." she said, chucking my own phone at me. "I put it on."
"Huh?" I grunted puzzled, "It was locked?"
"9999? Really Harry? It was too easy buddy." she said grinning.
Suddenly a knock came at the door.
"Oh shit!" she cried, "They're here Harry, you gotta hide!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the the walk-in closet. "Stay in here and be quiet!"
I clambered into the small space and closed it, just before two men entered the bedroom. I peeked out the gap in the closet.
One was a young, broad-built man with a broken nose leading a fat, older, leering man with a red face.
"Cole this is John Garter, he's your client for today, he's paying very generously for this, so look after him well." The young man said, "And remember John, if you leave marks on her, I'll charge you extra so behave."
The man left, leaving Cole with the old man looking at her lecherously like she was something to eat.
"So shall we begin?" Cole said in a shaking voice.
I'm going to leave it there, I don't really want to describe what happened next, I'll just say this; I couldn't take my eyes away from Cole's pained expression as that pervy old guy groped her, it is something that will never leave me until the day I die.
When the man had finished he stood up and left, leaving Cole alone collapsed on the bed, shivering. I burst out quickly from the cupboard. I ran to Cole, and wrapped the thick duvet around her. She rocked herself back and forth, oblivious to me. Finally she snapped out of it,
"Sorry you had to see that," she said uncomfortably avoiding my eyeline.
"Don't be." I said.