The Reporter

Chapter 19: Shattered

Why wasn't Harry here yet? He said he'd be over in 5 minutes... it's been 10.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

When I opened the door I was faced with Harry. But I'd never seen him like this before. Tears were streaming down his face and drying; leaving trails.

I was frozen for a second before my wits came to me. "What's wrong babe?" I said in a frenzy trying to pull him into a hug.

"Don't touch me," he said slapping my hands away. The tears had stopped and it was replaced by a look of anger. "Don't play stupid." He said holding up an article from Seventeen magazine.

It was a hate article about Harry. I get that that was upsetting, but someone strong like Harry would be able to handle it without crying.

But then it dawned on me. I took the ripped out paper in my hands and read the article. Those were my words. I wrote them when me and Harry first met and we hated each other, but I hadn't sent it to Seventeen because deep down I knew I liked him. But if I hadn't sent it who had? Nobody had the password to my laptop except for...

Kenny.

He told me that we needed to give him our passwords for security reasons when I first got the job. How could he stoop this low?

I looked back up to Harry and made eye contact. I was at an utter loss of words, there was too much to explain. "I-I'm--"

"Save it." He said sternly. "Did you write this article, or not."

"Y-yes, but--"

"Shut up. I've heard enough, that settles it. I don't ever want to see you again."

My heart shattered. "W-what?" I started crying.

"You heard me. I can't belive I fell for it. For you. I should say. Underneath your just a rotten reporter that just wants a good story. I liked you because I thought you were different then the other ones, you didn't care about my fame or your story. I thought you cared about me. But I was wrong." He said looking me up and down with disgust before slamming the door.

I slid down the wall, sobbing. Body racking sobs that lurched you forward. I was stuck here all alone. No dad, no mom, no Danielle, no Harry.

So I cried my heart out. But it was easy since it had already been broken into a thousand pieces.