Bad Idea (Hariana)

30. TAYLOR SWIFT WAS RIGHT

BLAIR

"So, I'm assuming you want me to tell you what happened with Scooter and Jeff..." Harry asked me, our fingers fiddling against each other. Hearing that someone who was supposed to have my best interest in mind sabotaged my relationship with the one person that made me happy made me more furious than I could ever explain.

There I was those few nights ago thinking that Harry really did hate himself, and that's why we broke up. By now I had put two and two together that when he went to get drinks, our managers cornered him.

"Well, I don't know where to start." He sighed truthfully. My friends had left a little while ago. They insisted on me getting some rest. I never got rest around Harry, who was I kidding? "Start from the beginning, love. It's okay." I reassured him as he nodded.

"I guess it began at your release party, or maybe they were plotting way before than. I have no idea. All I know is I had no idea about anything until the release of Supernova." Harry began to explain.

"But you know, I have a theory." He added, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought of what words to best describe what happened. I murmured a soft 'hmm' and looked up at him. "Remember when we landed in New York and went to that restaurant you loved?" I nodded.

"So, remember how we were eating then that bitch Chelsea showed up?" I nodded once more. "My theory is that she was the one who leaked those pictures of us at the restaurant. She had to have been. I mean, who else would it be?" Harry talked mostly with his hands. I gasped and bit my lip slightly, forcing myself to let him keep speaking.

"So my guess is that Jeff and Scooter saw those pictures, or the fans reactions I mean. They nit picked the few hate comments and decided to run with it. I think they hired up Chelsea or something like that, and she's been the one following us around and leaking pictures before we could confirm anything. Because I haven't seen a pap in how long, 4 months? I don't know." Harry sighed and leaned back in his seat.

"Fuck. You're definitely onto something. Id believe it." I nodded and rubbed my forehead. "Now I have another person to fire when I get back." I laughed a little, making Harry crack a small smile.

"So let's just assume that's true, because it probably is. Now tell me what happened at the party." I told Harry and he nodded.

"Right, okay. So I went to get us drinks, which I still need to make up for by the way." He laughed, making me smile. "So I go over to the bar, literally minding my own business. Scooter comes over, apologizes for calling us stupid or whatever the fuck he told us, and basically says that me him and Jeff have to talk, so I'm standing there like, 'oh shit'." Harry explained.

I nodded as he continued, "And they basically told me that the label is up both of their asses, and want us to break up. Which by the way, I think is complete bullshit. Anyways, I'm sitting there and they're telling me all of this shit saying that I need to make you want to break up with me because the fans are mad we're together. To put it plainly, they planted this seed in my head that I was holding you back and if I loved you, I needed to make you hate me for the benefit of your career." His cheeks got red as he remembered the night, choking up slightly on his words.

I placed a hand to his cheek. They were burning up.

"And as much as I'm ashamed to say it, I started distancing myself from you because I believed them. I had no ill intention, I swear to God, Blair. I just did it so you'd be happy." Harry continued while having tears in his eyes. 

"You don't have to apologize anymore, love. It's alright. They're fucked up, and they have a fucked up mindset in the industry. It's not your fault." I cooed and rubbed the side of his face.