The Game Of Fame

Chapter 16 - Starbucks Lovers

-Harry's POV-

We exited the ride and the young girls bid us goodbye.

"Harry! Harry!" Rilee came running over. "It's Kate!" She puffed.

"Wait, why are you so tired? You just ran from over there?" I ask.

"No time to explain. Kate left. She saw you with those girls. She is mad." Rilee forced her words out in between deep inhales of air.

"Why? They were just fans." I grabbed Rilees shoulder as I tensed up.

"Try telling her that."

"But I-"

"Harry, you mean the world to her, you can't break her heart."

"I didn't mean too. They were going to spread the word that we were here."

"Just go get her back." Rilee told me as she pushed me towards the main exit.

"Where is she?" I yelled as I ran away.

"Guess." She yelled back.

"Glassons?" I shrugged.

"Guess again. Starbucks." She smiled.

I had no time to waste. I turned around and ran while running into an old lady.

She fell to the ground and I kept on going. No time to stop.

I ran and ran. On and on. For ages and ages.

I finally made it to the front of the shop where I forced my way in through the door.

I looked around.

The shop was almost empty accept for a tall figure hiding behind a newspaper over in the far corner. Kate.

I hurried over and plonked myself beside who I thought was her.

"Kate, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything bad to happen. It was a misunderstanding." She didn't look up.

"Hello young lad." An old mans voice came from behind the newspaper, As the paper lowered to reveal a man in his mid sixties.

"Gosh, I thought you were someone else." I explained as I shuffled away, blushing.

I quickly swished round the corner.

"Where are you Kate?" I whispered to myself.

I slowly walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"Your very loud Harry." A kind voice whispered from behind me.

I got a fright.

"Don't scare me like that." I told her as I pulled her into a hug.

"Don't think I just forgive you with a click of your fingers Romeo."

"It was a misunderstanding." I held her hand tight.

"I just don't understand why. Why do you bother."

"With the fans?" I replied.

"With all of this. Where has it got you?" She stared into my eyes as we both sat down at a table.

"It's got me money."

"And?"

"Fame."

"And?"

I stare with a blank face.

"Do those things really matter to you?" She asked.

"They don't take a high place in my heart if that is what you are asking."