Take Me Away

Brielle Kidd always wanted to be an actress. Travelling from her hometown close to Paris, to London to persue multiple auditions, Brielle suddenly realised that her acting career would never take off. Her agent and boyfriend, Bradley has a massive surprise for her back in Paris.

Certain steps she takes will eventually lead her to finding out the truth of her agent. And certain accidents lead her to Harry Styles' heart.

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3. Champagne and Tears

It took two days before Harry could call me back. He said he was busy with concerts and preparing for the concerts, and he hadn't had time to call. I obviously got pissed at him and I told him I needed my bag back before I leave to go to my parents house, because I had a present for my sister. He then got pissed at me, and demanded for my address. Long story short, I told him to go do himself and he told me to--

"Brielle." Bradley coaxed me back to the present. "Did you hear me?"

I shook my head. The business of the restaurant we were at surprised me. It was late morning and it was starting to get really chilly. Occasionally people would come in just before their reservations to get a better table, but it was a Wednesday. "No, I didn't."

"I said, being the best agent ever; I got you an audition for a music video." Bradley smiled at me. "It's just pure acting. No lines, just a few smiles."

I looked at him in awe. "I told you before I got here, I've decided to quit acting." 

"But this might be the one last chance you will ever get to act in something." Bradley drank the last of his rum, and handed me fifty dollars. "Will you be a dear and go get some more rum?"

My jaw locked and I gave him a dirty look, but I got up and followed his orders anyway. As I waited in line to be served, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen to check the caller I.D and inwardly groaned. I consider letting it ring out but he is in Paris tomorrow. "Bonjour, asshole." 

Harry sighed. "I'm just ringing to tell you I'm sorry. I know I should have texted you or something, but to be fair you could have called me."

"You're famous. I didn't know if you were performing or sticking your tongue down some innocent girls throat. Look, Harry..."

"Brielle. I got your address off of your boyfriend, like, just then. I'm calling up to ask you to dinner tonight, to say sorry. We came back early because our last show got cancelled."

I advanced in line and ordered two rums. I paid, and stood to the side. I was confused as to why Harry had decided to go from hating me to asking me out to dinner. "I have a boyfriend."

"He doesn't need to know."

"Are you asking me to lie to my boyfriend?"

"I'm asking you out to dinner. Yes or no?"

I looked at Bradley, who was talking on the phone with a smile on his face. "Pick me up tonight at 5." I hang up and walk back to our table with the rums, and slide into my seat. Bradley was still talking on the phone, and hadn't realised I was there. I sit back and run my hands over my thighs, sighing. "Bradley. I'm bored, can we go home?" 

Bradley hands me the keys to his car, and says he will be home later. One of his clients wants to meet up and discuss a movie she was going to be in. I collected his keys and walked towards the car. Once inside the car, I gunned the engine and sped towards Bradley's house. 

***

After three hours of watching T.V and constantly checking the clock, I decided to get ready. I took a shower and afterwards I curled my hair. I sat in my towel to do my make up, then put on a casual white dress. When I put on my shoes, my phone rang. I answer it with a smile. 

"I won't be home tonight, my agency called me in to work on some stuff." Bradley explained. 

"That's okay, I'm going to dinner with a friend anyway. See you tomorrow." I hang up. I walk towards the front door to grab my purse. Someone knocks at the door, and my heart skips a beat. I slowly walk towards it, and open it. 

Some guy with a balding head stands before me. He asks to escort me to the awaiting car. Bewildered, I ask where Harry is. 

"He's in the car. We were afraid that people would recognise him, since the sun is setting. If you wouldn't mind, Harry would like me to escort you to his car," the man says. I look towards the car and see one big, black van, and a smaller silver Honda Civic. I nod, and close the door after myself. The man leads me towards the Honda and opens the passenger door for me. I thank him and slide in. After getting comfortable, I look at Harry, who is in the drivers seat. 

"You look beautiful," he says, grinning. I roll my eyes. The black van starts up in front of us, and I wonder aloud.

"Why do you have two cars here?"

"People notice the blacked out van more than a simple Honda Civic. Fans and paps will follow it, and not us." Harry explains. "I don't want you getting dragged into my mess."

Harry follows the black van a car behind, and drive through town. People notice the van, and start running after it. I find it silly how one car which is linked to Harry Styles, and suddenly people crave to chase after it. With the van being followed, Harry takes a series of back streets, avoiding the main roads. The radio was on low, and I could hear Harry humming a slight tune. He slows down, and indicates into a seemingly dark ally. My breath catches in my throat, and I think of all the horrible situations this event could bring. I calm myself down once I see a door to my right. Harry cuts the engine, and jumps out of the car, running around to open my door. 

"What is this place?" I ask.

"You'll see." Harry guides me towards the door. Harry knocks on it. By now I am shivering, and rubbing my hands together. We wait. After about a minute, someone opens the door and gives Harry a huge smile.

“Harold!” he exlaims. “Nice to see you! Come in, come in!!” the man steps aside and sweeps his hand through his greying mop of hair.

“Thanks, Bulerg.” Harry puts his hand at the small of my back and gently pushes me inside, over the threshold. 

“And who may this be, hmm?” Bulerg asks, closing the door behind Harry.

Harry laughs. "This is Brielle. I promised to take her out to dinner, to say sorry."

Bulerg nods approvingly and guides us to the back of his restaurant and makes us sit down. The place was very small, with little booths separated only by bamboo screens. The small chatter this place offered was soothing. Bulerg says something to Harry and walks towards the kitchen. 

"Does he know what we are going to order?" I ask Harry.

"He only cooks fish and chips. But it's the best I have ever eaten." I nod, and look around. "So what brings you to Paris?"

I take a deep breath. "I came to visit everyone before I went back to London to live. What about you?" 

"I'm shooting a music video here in the next couple of days. We came here early to help with casting, which is something we are rarely allowed." Harry brushed his curly brown hair out of his face and grinned. 

"What's the song about?" 

"Uh, a group of five friends fall for this one girl who is way out of their league. She ends up falling for some really nerdy guy, because he told her she was beautiful. Whereas the friends just tried to win her over with gifts." 

I sip on some water, and see Bulerg walking towards up with a plate of fish and chips. He sets it down between us and hands us both pink champagne. We start eating, and the first bite I took was amazing. Some of the fish was battered, and some were grilled. The grilled ones tasted slightly tangy and had traces of chilli, and the battered ones were very salty. I made an unnatural noise, which made Harry laugh. After I calmed down about the taste, Harry turned to me.

"So... who is Brielle?"

I laughed at the vagueness of his question. "Well, I'm a French collage graduate who wanted to make it big in the acting business. I moved to London because I heard major films had castings over there. Then, after several failed auditions, I decided to give up acting and become a teacher." 

Harry shovelled food into his mouth. "I think that's amazing." he managed to say. "I mean, to give up something you love in order to make money takes some balls." 

I didn't say anything. The food was too good, and the champagne tasted even better. We ate almost everything on the plate. Harry stood up, and held out his hand. I took it and he helped me up. I spun around and glanced at the couples occupying the booths closest to us. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bradley. I turn my head and my jaw drops. He was kissing a pretty girl, his tongue clearly down her throat. My stomach drops, and tears sting my eyes. I walk over to Bradley's table and tap him on his shoulder. He pulls back from her, and stares at me wide-eyed.

"I can explain." he offers, trying to stand up. 

"No," I whisper. "We're through."

Harry grabs me by the wrist and leads me outside. In the cool air, I try to keep the tears from spilling over. I start to breathe heavily. Harry takes me by my shoulders, and bends down to my level. His green eyes pierce my blue ones. My breath staggers, and I start hyperventilating. Harry sits me down on the hood of his car, and pats my thigh, whispering soothing words. 

"Are you an asthmatic?" I shake my head. "Do you want to stay at my room tonight?" I shake it again, trying to regain my normal breathing. 

"I'll stay," breath. "In a hotel."

Harry shakes his head, making his shaggy head of curls fall in front of his eyes. His fist connects with the bonnet of his car. He ushers me into the car, and speeds towards Bradley's place. I got my stuff, Harry's bag and some money from under the sink. Harry was waiting in the car for my return. As I was just about to leave, I remembered Harry's book and journal. I slipped back into the car and Harry drove me to his hotel. Multitudes of fans lined the streets on the front hotel, but Harry parked behind it and entered through a back entrance. Once I was checked in, Harry took me to my room. 

"I'm sorry about tonight," he said, leaning in my doorway.

"I need to get some rest. Night Harry." I closed the door on him, and leant against it, crying.    

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