The Hotline

"Do you think anyone would miss me?" A deep,raspy voice comes on the line, before I even say my name."Do you think anyone would care? If I pull the trigger of this gun, who would miss me?" I am startled by the sound of a gun being loaded. I am about to respond, when suddenly I hear a shot go off.


6. Chapter Six

 On Saturdays I usually show up at the office around six in the evening giving me time to answer more calls. Today though, I feel it is crucial to arrive an hour earlier, so that is why I am getting ready at three in the afternoon. Outfits are usually not such a problem with me; I am not a person who really cares about all of that. But today is different, my room is a mess with piles of clothes, and I still do not have an outfit chosen. Great.

           I do not realize how high my hope are until I am turning on my flatiron. I never straighten my hair, knowing how much it damages it. Why am I suddenly so excited to see someone, I'm not even sure if it is the real Harry Styles. I switch off my iron and walk out of my bathroom and back into my room. 

           I pull out some items from the mess that is covering my floor. I am dressed in pair of sheer, black, tights and a cozy grey jumper. I don't bother to do my hair, letting it fall in my natural waves around my shoulders. I add a black beanie and some boots and I am finished. 

I am leaving the house, so I have enough time to run by for a coffee. Before I reach the coffee shop, I pull out my phone and start dialing the Jenson's landline. 
"Lex, are you doing okay?" I ask as I open the heavy door into the shop. 

"Yes, Maddy. I'm fine." She sounds annoyed, I grin knowing I came up with a good punishment. 

"Okay, just making sure. I'll be home around the same time. Love you." I say as I wait in the line to order.

"Okay. Love you." The line ends. What is with everyone hanging up on me?

After I order a to-go cup of my favorite coffee, I wait for it to come out. My mind wanders off, and I begin to think about what is going to happen. Will it actually be him, Harry, or am I just getting my hopes up for absolutely nothing. 
I guess I'll see.

- - - -

When I arrive at the office, my eyes immediately start to look around, yet I see no one who resembles the curly-haired guy I see on magazines. Maddy, it is early, that's why he's not here. I have to talk myself into not walking away from the building and calm myself. As I take out my keys from the coat I threw on, I notice someone come out from the alleyway besides my building. He is tall and his faced is being shield by the gray hood he is wearing. 

"Are you Maddy?" The dark, raspy voice begins to talk to me whilst walking towards wear I am standing. I recognize the voice from the calls. 

I cannot make out a respond so I just nod my head. 

The rigidly cold, January wind suddenly blows heavily, pushing the stranger's hood off. That's when I see him, and it is no lie when I gasp at his beauty. I am standing right in front of Harry Styles. 

"Do you want to go inside, you look awfully cold?” He smirks as I continue to stare at him. 

I nod once again and finish unlocking the front door, whilst he is standing dangerously close to me. 

So this is happening I have Harry Styles sitting in my desk chair in my office. I mentally tell my self to act professional, and professional I act. I slip staring at my visitor anymore, and go right into asking him the basic questions I ask the callers. 

"So, Harry, tell me something. If you wanted to meet someone to talk about your problems, why not hire a therapist. You do know I am only twenty." I say all this in one breath; making sure I do not make eye contact with him.

"That is exactly why. You are my age, I was hoping you could understand me better." 

I finally allow myself to meet his gaze, and see he is genuinely speaking. 

"Okay, start off by telling me what exactly is going on." I ask as I take a seat on my couch. 

Harry rises from my chair and takes off the black blazer he has atop of his grey hoodie, and hangs it up on the hook that lays on the back of my door. He then returns to my desk and picks up my Rubix cube, and begins to play with it.

"You promise you'll listen."

Again I'll I manage is a nod, and he begins to talk. 

"When I was younger, I always knew I wanted to entertain people. I always loved singing. So I auditioned for the X-factor, and I made it. I made it big. But, this is not what I signed up for. I seriously cannot leave my house without being attacked by photographers, and being bombarded with questions. For example, if I'm gay, whom I'm dating, am I going solo. No one ever bothers asking if I'm all right, or if they're annoying me. It doesn't end there though, after I say nothing to those people, they hold the audacity still, to write things about me that are not true. Things that never left my mouth." 

He cannot say anything else because his voice cracks and tears begin to spill from his eyes. Before I know what I am doing, I begin to rise from my seat and sit down on the wooden desk. My hand reached out, and I begin to stroke the back of his neck, as his head is hanging low. His skin is surprisingly warm for this weather, and I feel him relax just a bit.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs and looks up. His eyes are still watery, and his face is extremely red.

I shake my head, and say "Continue."

He just gives me this stare that is full of relief and a huge smile reveling his deep dimples. 

- - - - -

In two hours, I feel like I know so much about Harry. I would have never guessed his life would be so hard, but he has problems just like regular people. 

At around eleven at night, he is sitting on the floor against a wall, and I am sitting right in front of him. At some point in the night, Harry managed to take off his large shoes, to reveal his huge feet. As strange as the situation is, it's actually very easy to talk to him. Looking into those beautiful green eyes, and listening to his deep, slow voice, has a way of keeping a person interested. 

"Harry, who else knows about this?" I ask, as I begin to find my shoes very interesting. 

"Management, but all they're good at is making the problem even bigger. They keep pushing the thoughts out of their heads and think that somehow they'll leave mine." 

My eyes connect with his for just a moment and suddenly feel very guilty. 
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you. You know, about being you." I lose his gaze and he chuckles. 

"It's fine. If I were you, I wouldn't believe it was me either." He grins and I smile slightly.

"Will you be able to do this again, sometime?" He asks me.

Before I can answer though, a bright, flash is blinding me outside my window.

"Shit." Harry whispers.

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