Chapter 10:
Must Be Real

It had been several days since Harry last went to the boutique where his mother worked. Harry will ask Anne to wait for him in front of the supermarket which is not far from the boutique. Today, Gemma and Des returned from Cannes a few hours ago. Harry is grateful, at least Harry doesn't have to pick up his mother anymore.

Ignoring Anne's orders to directly go home from school before dinner, so that their family can return to having dinner together. But what Harry did was not return home, Harry invited his four friends to go to a nightclub instead.

Louis and Niall looked very drunk, dancing with a girl they didn't know. Luckily Niall, who is single, is free to do anything. But Louis? Well, that young man is apparently free too. He has a very understanding girl. . .

"I brought Giselle here, is it okay?" Zayn said, half yelling at Harry and Liam who were sitting on the bar stools. Drunk, but still able to control themselves.

"So, you and the girl are official, now eh?" Harry asked back, half yelling as well. They needed to raise their voices a bit since the loud music in the nightclub is too loud.

"Let us meet her, Zayn." Liam glanced over and made Zayn nod with a chuckle.

Zayn looked around before stopping at his two friends who were still quite sober. "She should be here. She came with her new friend, she met her at her new campus." Zayn's caramel eyes looked around again before sparkling when he found the figure he has been looking for, seemingly breaking through the crowd of people who were busy dancing to the beat of the music.

Harry and Liam were silent, a little stunned to see the beautiful girl in a tight black dress and long blonde hair that she had let fall and loose on her back. Her make-up wasn't thick either, but she really stood out. She's undoubtedly beautiful. In fact, most of the men at this club paid attention to her, hoping that she was single and willing to dance.

However, the hopes of those men who were fascinated with her beauty were dashed when the girl sprinted and wrapped her arms around the neck of the handsome British-Pakistani-faced young man who had been waiting for the girl's arrival.

Giselle. . .

Zayn and Giselle gave each other a brief kiss, before Giselle let go of her embrace and stood side by side with Zayn. Zayn's hands were perfectly wrapped around the girl's slender hips, facing her two best friends who had been silent.

"Lads, this is Giselle, and Giselle, these are Liam and Harry. Liam, I think you've already seen my girl, Giselle at Casey's birthday party. And Harry, this is the girl I've told you about." Zayn said at length, introducing Giselle to his two best friends.

The first to reach out in front of Giselle was Liam, Liam smiled sweetly as he introduced his name. "Hey, Giselle. I'm Liam Payne. "

After Liam, only then did Harry introduce himself to Giselle, without sticking his hand out.

"Harry Styles."

Hearing Harry's name, Giselle slightly widened her eyes.

"Styles? That sounds. . . familiar." The girl's eyes stared at Harry from top to bottom.

Zayn pulled Giselle close to his body and whispered softly, "Styles Boutique belongs to his mother and his father owns Styles Corp."

Gisella raised an eyebrow at Zayn's explanation before stealing glances at Harry who seemed indifferent and began to sip from his drink again. Liam joins Harry.

"Where's your friend?" Zayn asked, glancing back around.

"I came alone. She said she'd follow, but a few minutes ago, she said she couldn't go out. So, I'm on my own. " Giselle answered, sighing. Zayn smiled and stroked the top of his girl's head.

After that, Zayn and Giselle seemed to act as if they were the only ones in the club. Harry was getting bored, Liam was getting really drunk. Liam just sat erratically with a strange grin on his lips. Harry counted down and counted precisely to ten, with Liam staggering to join Louis and Niall. Wild dancing with wild girls too.

Harry's consciousness was also nearly fading away when he heard his phone started ringing. Harry dug quickly for his phone that was in his trouser's pocket, before getting up from his chair and trying to walk out of the club, picking up the call.

"Hol― holyshit!"

Just when he was about to talk, Harry's phone dropped as a result of bumping into someone. Harry stared at his phone that's strewn on the marble floor before looking up, staring at the man who had just bumped into him with a high level of emotion.

"You old bloke! Watch where you're going, damn it!"

"What did you just say, you bastard?!"

The two of them almost lunged at each other if only a soft voice didn't stop them both. Harry turned to the source of the sound and his eyes widened to find who had just stopped him from doing bad things.

"Babe?"

Harry shook his head, making sure that the beautiful girl who was standing near him at this time was real, and not just an illusion. But she was real. Ignoring the existence of the old man and his cellphone scattered about, Harry's footsteps led him closer to the girl who had really been haunting him for the past few days. The girl who kept disturbing his thoughts.

"You. . . how did you. . .?"

"I don't want to be here. It's too crowded and noisy. I want to go back."

She sounded really soft and intoxicating. Harry still didn't know how his body might react like this to a girl, who didn't know whether it was real or not.

Harry pressed his lips together. His eyes continued to pay attention to this girl in front of him. The girl with porcelain skin and rosy lips. And of course, her silky golden blonder hair.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. "Whoever you are, please, just get out of my head. You're not real and you're just imaginary, please don't bother me." Harry said softly and at that moment, the girl walked over.

Her hand grabbed Harry's, gripping it tightly, making Harry slowly open his eyes. Harry bit his lower lip when he found the girl standing directly opposite him, very close.

You look even more real when we're this close. No, tell me if this is just an illusion or I'm just hallucinating! You can't be real!

Harry's mind continued to dwell violently about the girl in front of him at this time.

"You. . . you're not real. You're just my imagination. " Harry took a step back, but his hand was still held by the beautiful girl. The girl was silent and her smile suddenly faded. Her eyes were briefly closed, before looking back at Harry with sadness radiating very clearly on her face.

"They said I was unreal. It was always like that."

The girl took a step forward, crashing her body against Harry's body which caused his back to hit the wall hard. Cold sweat ran down Harry's temples, terrified. However, that fear was replaced by surprise when suddenly Harry felt something cold touch the surface of his lips, along with the arm wrapped around his neck.

Harry didn't respond for a moment. His mind is stuck, his body is stiff. But it didn't take long because in a short time, Harry's hormones started to take into action and started to play along in the game the girl he called 'babe' had started.

You must be real, babe. You have to be real.