For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]

Ch. 56 - February 4, 2022

Adelaide Young
February 4, 2022

"Please, just promise you won't say anything to him. He can't know, I'm asking you as his manager, not his friend. Let him focus on him. He's done so much for me, focusing on me and what I've needed these last few months. Let me do this for him." I plead.

It's been a day or so since Harry and I returned from his weekend getaway, and while I've managed to keep the texts from him so far, I know I can't deal with them alone. I called the office yesterday and might have told them them I wanted to go over some new merchandise to surprise Harry with in order to get in here without Harry knowing. 

Currently Harry is in the studio, thankfully, struck by inspiration this past weekend he had to work into a new song. 

So that's how I got here, being scolded like a child by Jeff.

I guess, in his defense, I am asking a lot. 

"Adelaide, you know you are Harry are both like family to me at this point..." he starts, "but you are asking too much-"

"But it's not, not really. I'm not ignoring them and I'm not telling no one like last time so really if you think about it" I begin to speed up my argument, knowing what's coming, "this is such growth for me." I finish telling him with my most charming smile.

I watch Jeff lean farther back in his comfortable office chair. His space is so sharp, but warm. For every award and accolade on the shelves that are behind him, there are family photos and keepsakes. 

I eye a photo of the team on tour from last summer, me included, before I refocus on what brought me here in the first place. 

"That works on Harry, not me Addy." We both sit for a moment before he finally sits back up and leans into his desk. "Show me the texts again?" He asks, reaching out for my phone.

Text Message From: Unknown February 1, 2022 at 7:49pm.
Happy Birthday to your fiance

"Well they can't spell..." Jeff mentions light heartedly, looking up at me, phone still in hand.

Sitting in his office becomes somewhat an exercise of control. 

I don't know why, but suddenly the overwhelming feeling that I have no say in who knows personal things about me washes over me like it did so long ago. I hate seeing him with my phone, sharing what was already such an invasion of privacy.

Well, I guess it's not really that long ago. God, sometimes I forget just how much Harry and I still have to talk through, to deal with. We've only been back together for a little over a month now. Regardless, I remain dedicated to being able to be as happy as possible with Harry.

"I know," he starts before I can even say anything, "not the point but maybe an interesting thing to professionals? I'm not, you know, Criminal Minds level of smart or anything, but I feel like maybe it says something about who they are?"

"Ah, ah - don't forget the second one." I remind him.

Text Message From: Unknown at 9:23pm.
The cabin is a cute choice, if not obviously falsely humble. But enjoy the weekend, I hear Love, Actually is a nice movie to cuddle up to. 

"Well clearly they were stalking you. I just don't understand how they did with security everywhere. It just, it makes no sense to me and I still think Harry needs to know." Jeff stands, tossing his hands on his hips frustrated. 

"That's the part that frightens me most Jeff. I mean, how could anyone had known where we were going. The entire public thought they saw Harry in L.A. that weekend, there was no way!"