Chapter 8 Please, help me

Everyone here is Harry's man. Now the door is open and anyone sees me, he or she will make sounds and Harry's people will know by the voice that I am here. I have to hide. I have to hide so that the one who is opening the door can't see me."
I leaned down in the back seat so that the car owner wouldn't see me. Then someone got into a car. Everyone knows that man. I was surprised to see his face. He's none other than my favorite artist, Blake. Now if the situation was different, I would have asked him for an autograph or a selfie. But I'm not in that situation now. I have to save my life anyway now. If Blake sees me, I'll ask him for help.
Blake looked at me as he entered the car. He rolled his eyes at me.