Lost Adventures

Part Seven

Mykie was at her shop while the door was being replaced. 

It was a surprise to her when the sidewalk filled with people with cameras. They were shouting questions at her a million times a minute. She stepped back into the store. The paps getting closer and getting in the way of the repairmen. She breathed shakily. This is what she wanted to get away from. She wanted to leave this lifestyle. 

'Your paparazzi is harassing my store and the men fixing the door'

'there's paps at the shop??' 

Mykie looked out the window and saw the people crowding the men at the door. "Hey, guys you can come in here if you'd like!" Mykie shouted to them. The men dropped their things immediately and coming to the back room. 

"I'm so sorry, can you guys come back another day? I'm so sorry," she apologized to the men. They made small talk until the paps cleared down the road. Harry suddenly strolled in. Mykie looked pissed off. 

Harry was scared she was mad at him but in reality, she was mad at the paps and herself. Harry cautiously stepped into the shop. "uh- hey," he spoke softly to her. The repairmen were grabbing their supplies. 

Mykie sighed. "Thank god you're here," she breathed as she sank into his arms. Harry didn't expect the hug but his arms were around her shoulders at lightning speed. She had her face buried into his chest as she let out a choked sob. 

Harry pulled back slightly. "why are you crying?" Harry asked her with a frown. "it's just- overwhelming, I just got rid of paps last year and now that they were finally gone, they showed back up." she said wiping her eyes.

He rubbed her back. "go get your things, and let's go home," he spoke softly. 

Once they were settled in the car Harry put his hand on her arm which was laying on the console. "Hey at least Christmas is this weekend," Harry tried to lighten the situation.

Mykie smiled, "yeah, I was hesitant about spending it with you guys before but now I'm excited, Me and your mum are going shopping for presents tomorrow" she beamed. Harry smiled, "I'm glad your happy again," he spoke softly. 

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"What do you usually get Harry for Christmas?" Mykie asked Anne who was behind her. They strolled through the shopping center in town. 

"Clothes, and whatever he asked for," She chuckled. Mykie frowned. She wanted to get him something more special. 

"Well, what does he like?" Mykie asked. "Music," Anne retorted. Mykie stopped walking at turned around. 

"Anne-" She scolded. "Be serious, he's done so much for me and I want to get him a good present!" she urged. Anne nodded. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she chuckled. 

"But I speaking the truth when I said he likes music, he loves it so much, get him something meaningful that is related to music," Anne explained. 

Mykie thought for a second and nodded. "Okay...yeah," she said as she pushed the cart along.

"Should I get him a book to write songs and put a cute little message in it?" she asked with a grin. 

Anne hesitated before answering. "Uh, sure" she nodded Mykie gave her a look. "Well that's a no," she chuckled. "I'm gonna go this way, meet me in the front when I text you if your done then," Anne told Mykie. She simply nodded and left.

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Two hours later Mykie and Anne were done, but mykie still hadn't gotten Harry his final present. Sure she got him small gifts, but those meant nothing. As she was leaving her face beamed. 

"What?" Anne questioned with a grin. "I can get Harry a ring!" she beamed. Anne looked at her. 

"He likes rings right?" Mykie asked the woman. Anne nodded, "Owns a million of them,"

Mykie grinned like a fool. "I'll get him a special one," she said as she opened the car door.

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Just a filler...