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[HARRY’S POV]
“It’s slander right?” I shouted across the desk at our management’s legal consultant. “Or libel or something! Just sue her!”
“We’re waiting before we do something so drastic,” the lawyer said coolly as he relaxed behind his desk. Drastic? This stupid model was about to destroy my entire life! Now was the time to do something drastic!
“How can you just sit there?” I asked.
“Harry,” the lawyer said leaning on his desk. He had his fingertips placed together in a triangular shape doing his best to appear sympathetic. “I get that you’re upset, but if we react at all to this news story then it will just fuel the fire.”
“I don’t care what it does! This woman is destroying my life! Do you realize how much this is hurting Carrie?”
“Oh yes,” he said suddenly way too interested in the papers on his desk. “Your girlfriend. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” I wanted to knock his teeth out. Carrie was less than fine. She wouldn’t even talk to me. She hadn’t left the bedroom. And I was almost positive that she would be gone by the time I got home.
“She will not be fine until you tell the world that these are all lies!”
“I can’t do that Harry.”
“Why not?”
“She has your phone. She has pictures. They’re blurry, but they are there. Plus your memory of the last few nights is foggy at best. Can you say one hundred percent that none of it happened?”
The bastard had me. He knew I couldn’t say anything to refute that model’s claims. I had no proof or memory. I had nothing, and this random woman held all the power.
“You can find your own way out,” he said making a shooing motion. I sighed standing up. I was so screwed. “Oh and Harry?” I turned around to face him. “If your relationship is meant to be then she’ll trust you.”
How could I expect her to trust me when I didn’t even trust myself?
[CARRIE’S POV]
I don’t know why I was here. Why I sat in this dingy old pub trying to remember happier times with Harry. Times when I wasn’t so paranoid. Times when I saw us having a future together. Would we ever have that now? Could I ever trust him again?
“And now for more on the Harry Styles cheating scandal,” the television above the bar droned on. I groaned as the bartender and owner finally turned the television off. I nodded my thanks before resting my face against the cool wood of the bar.
“That’s a load of rubbish,” the bartender said gruffly.
“How are you so sure?” I heard a voice ask. Must be one of the other patrons.
“Because I’ve only ever seen true love twice in my life,” the owner growled. “The first was me and my wife. The second was that Harry fellow and the little chickadee over there. He would never cheat on her.”
“You can’t be positive of that.”
“Yes I can. The lad went out, but he always ended his nights here. He sat at this bar practically every night crying about how much he missed his girl.”
“He did?” I asked popping my head up. Why hadn’t Harry mentioned this to me? It might be the proof we need to put this scandal to bed.
Except you wouldn’t even talk to him. So of course he couldn’t tell you.
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