Catching Red Eyes - NYC

Chapter 12

The cameras were getting closer and people were yelling things to me I couldn't quite understand. There was also a crowd of people coming from the other side of me with their phones out.

"How do you know Harry?? Are you his new girlfriend?? Let us get a picture! You'll be front page!!"

 I needed to get away from all this. Thankfully, a cab was near and I jumped in and yelled my address. Pryce was swallowed by the paparazzi and the crowd. I felt terrible for just leaving him there but I needed to get away from the swarm of people coming at me.

I laid my head against the seat of the cab and closed my eyes. I probably should call Pryce or be worried that those people got my picture but the only thing I cared about was that Harry thought I had a boyfriend. I kept replaying our short conversation over and over again.  He wanted to come find me to make sure he hadn't ruined my evening. He also assumed Pryce was my boyfriend and still insisted on paying for our dinner. I snapped my head up and glared out the window. Why did Pryce have to be there? Why did he act like an ass to Harry when Harry did nothing wrong? Oh God...why was I getting so angry? I took a deep breath and told myself to calm down. I found my phone and called Pryce. He picked up right away.

"Rowan, are you ok?"

"Hey, yea sorry, I just needed to get out there. Everything happened so fast."

"Yea, its ok. That was insane. I tried to grab a cab for us but you disappeared."

"I'm almost home now, sorry again but just wanted to call to tell you I was ok."

"Yea, thanks for that. I was worried."

"I'm fine. I'll talk to you later."

I hung up my phone and thankfully the cab slowed and I saw my front door. I paid the driver and unlocked my door and let myself in. It was dark and quiet. I saw the time on the oven and it said 2:13AM. Great. I had to be at the studio in 5 hours to help with the interview. The interview. I would see Harry again. I wonder if he knew I was going to be there. Of course he was in New York City, duh, the interview, but what are the chances I would be in the same place he was?

I tried to stop thinking. I went into my bathroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put my hair up. I would need to wash it but I was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion and needed to go to bed.