The Phantom

Annabelle is an aspiring southern actress. She just moved from a small Georgia town to Atlanta. While on her way to a call back she is run into by a curly haired, green eyed, Brit. That one moment while she was running late to her audition will change her life forever

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2. The Ride Home

***ATTENTION!!! I have updated chapters 1 and 2, so reread!***    


Their screams got louder as more and more girls crowded around the car. They were pounding on the windows and climbing on the hood. “WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON!” I screamed at Harry, though I still wasn’t sure he heard me over the screams of the hysterical girls. “I WANT ANSWERS NOW!”

    “I’M SORRY! I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THEM OR THE PAPS!” Harry was yelling too. He looked surprisingly calm, considering all the chaos. He honked the horn, but the girls didn’t even seem to notice. They continued to scream and cry. Harry revved the engine, scarring the majority of the girls off,and away from the car. He hurried to put the car in drive, slamming the gas. The car jolted forward, throwing me against the seat.

    I squeezed my eyes shut, scared of the tragic outcome, that i was 89.4% certain was going to happen. I open my eyes when the car stopped two blocks down. “I WANT AN EXPLANATION NOW!” I could barely breath.

    Harry gave me a look with “I told you so” over it. “Thats what happens when you’re a worldwide super-star, like me.”

    “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ‘Worldwide super-star like me’?” I couldn’t stop yelling, I know that I needed to, my brain just couldn’t get the message down to my mouth.

    “I’m Harry Styles”

    “Yes, I know, We have already covered that part. What i want to know is why are there so many screaming girls my age, running after us. And might i suggest that you drive, so that i don’t have to go through that again.”

    He put the car in drive and drove up the street at a more appropriate speed than before. “I am Harry Styles, from One Direction.”

"Great. Out of all the people in Atlanta I had to choose to run into you!" Well that explains alot, THANK GOD HE’S NOT GAY!

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He was looked like he wanted to punch through the window. “What’s the number?”

    “The number to what?” Now I was really confused.

    “The number to the people in charge of the thing you were about to audition for,” He said, pulling out his phone, in a very nonchalant manner.

    “What, Why?” Now I was extremely confused.

    “So I call them and get your thingy rescheduled.”

    “678-378-9562.” OH MY GOD! I had completely forgotten about my callback!

    “Hello, yes this is Harry Styles” he paused, pulling his eyebrows together. “Yes, that Harry Styles” he looked annoyed. “No, thats not why I'm calling. I have Annabelle here with me” he put his hand over the speaker of his phone, “What’s your last name?”

    “Camp” I hate my last name. it was so.... well... it has no depth to it. How many celebrities have you heard of with the last name ‘camp?’

    Harry removed his hand from the speaker, and stared straight in the eyes “Camp. Yes, Her name is Annabelle Camp” he repeated into the phone, putting extra emphasis on the ‘bell’ in my name. “I was wondering if maybe we could reschedule her audition? Yes I understand, Its just that I was driving her and when we arrived we got mobbed.” pause “Yes by girls.” He sounded irritated. “Thats exactly my point, she has no way to get into the building at the moment.” he paused again “Let me ask her” He turned to me, slowing at a yellow light. “Hows Tomorrow at 3:30?”

    “Um.....I think I’m free, let me check” I pulled out my Phone. This thing looks like a piece of trash next to his. I scrolled through my calendar. “Yes, I am free from 2 to 6.”

    Harry put his foot on the gas, just as the light turned green, “Yes, She is free.” He was listening intently to the woman on the other end of the line. “She will be there. Thank you.” he hung up, and turned to me. “4:30 tomorrow.”

    “Wait, I thought that it was 3:30?”

    “No, Thats the time we have reservations at Aria’s”

    “WHAT! There is no way i'm going on a date with you. Besides you haven’t even asked me. How do you know that i'm going to say yes?

    “I just know” he said with a smirk.

    “Fine. I’ll go with you, but I’m driving myself. I'm not risking That again” I said pointing Behind us, indicating the screaming girls.

    “See, I’m psychic” He smiled at himself and continued to drive.

    “You can let me out here.” I said pointing at the sidewalk to my right.

    “Why?” I could tell he was confused

    “So I can go home.” I said with a sarcastic tone. In the distance I saw the Ritz Carlton.

    “I’ll take you. Where do you live?” HE seemed serious enough.

    “Newnan” I said matter-of-factly.

    “Okay, How far?” wow, he really want to take me home

    “About an hour east of here”

    “Whats the address”

    “Why do you wanna know?”

    “So I can put it in the GPS” I’m such a dumb ass

    “Fine, its 612 knoxville avenue, Newnan GA, 30253”

    Harry pulled the car over to the side of the street so he could punch in my address

    “Go 2 miles, then turn right on Ponce de Leon” I hated the way GPS’s talked, so choppy and annoying



    We rode in silence for the next 20 minutes or so. It was a comfortable silence

    “SO, what kind of music do u listen to?” Harry asked, breaking the silence and making it awkward.

    “Alternative, mainly. Artist like Lana Del Rey, Lorde, Daughter, Of Monsters and Men, and others like them.”

    “Whose Lorde?”

    “She’s a 17 year old New Zealand native.” I reached for my phone “May I?” I said pointing at the AUX cord lying on the floorboard.

    “Be my guest” Harry started humming some annoying tune as i plugged up my phone.

    I played my favorite song “Royal”. I had no idea how good his setup was in that small car, when the song started my seat vibrated with the base.


“I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh

i cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies”


“I like it.” harry said, nodding his head along with the beet. “Who is this again?”

    “Lorde,” I replied “With and ‘E’ at the end to make it feminine”

    “Makes sense” Harry said, continuing to nod his head. He turned on his signal and moved over into the right lane to exit. “I hate driving in the U.S...... It’s so confusing”

    “The only difference between her and the U.K. is that everything is flip-flopped. Same rules, just the opposite directions”

    “I know that much, its the little things that get me, like ‘turn right on red’ and all that” he said. “I’m amazed i haven’t gotten a ticket yet.”

    “Judging by the way you’re driving, it’s only a matter of time.” I joked. His face told me that he took it just a bit too literally. “I’m just saying” I added, trying to get over to him the fact that it was a joke.

    “Ha, Ha, Ha.” He was mocking me!

How dare he mock me!

    The rest of the ride was sat in a comfortable silence. The only thing keeping it from getting awkward was the music, which had now been changed to the radio. I stared at him. I couldn’t help myself, he was perfect. I knew he knew, but i couldn’t stop. All i wanted to do, the only thing that mattered was memorizing his face. Every hair, every little imperfection. I felt the need to have his face engraved in my mind, for fear that this would be the last time I would ever see him.




    “Cute house” He murmured to himself as he turned into my, too long, gravel, driveway.

    Thank God Lilly isn’t home. My house was relatively large and old.

“Thanks” I replied, not knowing what else to say. I opened my door to get out and almost did a face plant, if it weren’t for harry. “What are you doing?!” I yelled at him.

    “Normal people would just say ‘thank you’”

    “Fine! Thank you” I bitched. “Now will you answer my question?”

    “Walking you to your door, of course”

    “Uh, No, You’re not.” I huffed at him. “This IS NOT a date. Now, get back in your car” I pointed at the car, treating him like a 4 year old.

    Instead he walked the opposite direction toward the back of my house. “In a sec.”

    “Where do you think you’re going?” I was still treating him like a 4 year old.

    “Just going to look at your horse.” not bothering to look at me. “You didn’t tell me you ride.”

    SHIT! He saw Sugar! This better not take to long. “WAIT!” I called to him as i ran to catch up. “DO NOT touch the fence!” I was breathing through my words. “It’s electric”

    “God, your horse is filthy! When was the last time you gave her a bath?” He looked at me accusingly.

    “Yesterday!” I said pointedly. “She likes to roll in the mud. It keeps the fly’s off.” I still wasn’t breathing normally. “Now, can you go. You have seen my horse, and the back of my house. I think thats enough for now. Besides I have an exams to study for.”

    “Now, will you please go?”

“I can help, whats the test over.” He looked serious

“No, You can’t. My sister will be home any minute and i don't want her to see you”

“Do I embarrass you?” He seemed hurt.

“No, its just that my sister is a, what do you call your fans, a, a, a, a Directioner? Yeah, thats it.”

“I get it. Would you at least give these to her.” he pulled out two white slips of paper and handed them to me.

“Do you carry tickets to your concerts with you everywhere?” I asked as I tucked them into my pockets.

“No. I happened to have these in the car. Oh,” He reached back into his pocket again “ and these too.”

“Back Stage Passes. Really, are you that desperate for me to come tonight?” I said putting the lanyards around my neck.

“You better be there!” He called as he walked back to car.

“I will, But only because it will be a birthday present for my sister. She’ll be 18 tomorrow.” I called after him

“See you tonight, I will be watching from the stage” He yelled back as he got into his car.

“Whatever!” I called back and headed inside.


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