Mirage || N.H.

Being a famous Youtuber was the best thing, until I was put under management and later called a "celebrity." I hated that word. I never thought of myself higher than others. I lost my old friends and I especially lost my life. I was a fake. I wasn't myself. I was living in a mirage.

©Copyright Shyviolin 2014. Please no duplicating.


7. Chapter 7||

   ~Harry's Pov~

"Are you kidding me? I can't just back away from it now! I'm still in!" I declare, hitting my fists on the table.

"Sorry Harry but you didn't go." Simon shakes his head.

"C'mon, just one more chance! I like the girl!" I beg him, going down on my knees.

"The girls name is Meghan." I turn back to see Niall crossing his arms, leaning against the doorway.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes focusing back on Simon.

"Fine. I'm just giving you this one chance. Only because of what happened the last time." He glances over at Niall.

"Yes!" I mutter under my breath.

"Okay run along now. I have business to take care of." Simon shoos me away. I walk past Niall into the hall.

"Oh wow. Of course Simon gave you another chance," Niall said, rolling his eyes.

"Why wouldn't he? I do after all bring the publicity." I glance over at him smirking.

"You don't even like Meghan! You'll end up moving on to another girl anyways!" He exclaims.

"No I won't! I'll love her more than anything! Besides, she's falling for me already." I sneered.

"Oh please. She'll get over you eventually. I bet she'll let you down."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I glare back at him.

"I mean, you're boyfriend material and all, but everyone knows you can't stay loyal in a long lasting relationship."

"I'll prove you wrong Horan!" I stood inches away from him, looking down on him.

"And I'll be waiting for that day." He squints his eyes at me, grinning. I push him back walking to the front door.

 I fish my phone out, dialing Meghan's number. Bringing the phone to my ear, I wait for her to answer.


"Hey Meghan, it's Harry."

"Oh, hi Harry. What's up?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing." I sit myself on a nearby bench waiting for her reply.

"Uh, I'm doing great? What about you?" She asks.

"Good, good." Silence grew between us for a while. "So I was wondering, are you busy today?"

"Busy? Well, I guess not. Why?"

"Do you want to hangout this evening? Maybe for dinner?"

"Uh sure."

"I'll pick you up. Just send me your address."

"Alright. I'll see you later."

"Okay, bye." I hang up the phone rushing down to my car. I hop in taking off to my house.

This is going to be a great night.


"Ooo. This place is nice." Meghan looks around the restaurant amazed. I pull her seat out for her as she fixes her dress sitting down after. I go around sitting myself across from her.

"So how was your day?" I ask.

"It was okay I guess you could say." She shrugs.

"Why was it just okay?"

"Just problems with management." She rolls her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure everyone has had problems with management. I mean, after fans started to ship Louis and me as 'Larry', we were quickly pulled apart. After that day, we started to hangout less and less and soon enough, we stopped talking for a long time. It's been hard. I know how you feel." I lay my hand over hers meeting eyes.

"If only you knew what life I was living before and now." She pulls her hand away looking down.

"Why? What happened?" I ask curious.

"My family treated me differently after I gave them money. I was invisible to them, so I just packed my bags and left. I haven't seen them since my fame striked." Sadness was filled in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Meghan. You shouldn't have gone through that." I lift her chin up as we met eyes again. I stare into her bright blue eyes memorizing them. She was beautiful.

She pulls away looking to her side. "Harry, I'm don't feel like having a big dinner and all. Could we just go out and have something small?"

"Sure." I smile warmly at her. We stand up walking out of the restaurant to see paparazzi waiting for us. They huddle all around us snapping pictures nonstop.

"Please, can you not take pictures right in our faces?" I glance around at them. They ignore my request getting closer to us.

"Here Meghan." I cover her head with my jacket wrapping my arm around her. I lead her to my car helping her in. I go around jumping in to see her covering her face.

"It'll be okay Meghan." She uncovers her face looking at me.

"I'm sorry it turned out like this. I'm just not feeling it tonight. I just want to go back home." She sighs ducking her head down.

"It's alright. Maybe another day?"

"Sure. I want to make it up to you." She weakly smiles. Her smile fades as she looks away.

 I look forward again taking off as I leave the paparazzi behind. I glance over at Meghan to see her head still down. I sigh, looking ahead as I drive off once the light changes. We arrive at her home to see lights on.

"Hey, who lives with you?" I ask.

"It's probably management." She gets out of the car grabbing her bag. I follow out behind her to the doorsteps.

"Just call me if you need anything, okay?" I turn around about to leave until she pulls me back. I face her as she studied me.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asks with a questioning look.

"I was raised to be a gentlemen."

"You're probably one of the nicest guys I've ever met, honestly. The past fake boyfriends I had would never offer anything to me. I was the one always having to pay for the food of course."

"Would they ever do this?" I lean in planting a small kiss on her lips. I pull away leaving her in shock.

"N-never." She stuttered, taking a step back.

"Meghan, I really like you and I'd never treat you like any other guy has to you." I take her hands in mine.

"I-I uh, have to go." She pulls away facing her back to me.

"Meghan, what's wrong?" I stop her from opening the door.

Her gaze falls upon me as she turns. "Did you think this was a date Harry?"

"Well of course I did." What did she think it was? Just two friends hanging out? Oh no.

"I didn't think this was going to be a date. I thought we were just going to have dinner and I don't know, hangout?"

"So what are you saying?" My smile starts to fade.

"I don't want to be more than friends, Harry. I'm sorry." She turns once more opening the door walking in. She closes the door on me.

 I don't understand. I thought she liked me. I thought we were a thing. Where did she think we were heading? Maybe I thought wrong about her feelings towards me.


A/N: I'm sorry. I think I rushed this chapter too much :P well, updating in a couple days. I pinky promise ;P

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