And They Told Me I Couldn't Act

TAKE 22

I'VE SEEN ENOUGH MOVIES to know the role of a best friend. I expect Priscilla to bombard me with questions after our brief game of chicken on the ice rink. But she doesn't. She drops me off at home so I can enjoy the rest of my day off without so much as a word.

At the door to my apartment on the fourth floor, I'm the one who asks her, "Aren't you going to ask me about Harry?"

Her eyes twitch behind the glasses. "Would you tell me?"

"I might," I admit.

She nods, very professional. Then she steps into my small apartment and makes herself comfortable in the only available sitting space. My bed. "Well?"

I fiddle with my fingers, "he's practising his acting."

This results in her expression cracking and she laughs. The obnoxiously loud way. "Practicing his acting?" She repeats, as she finally stops.

I nod.

She shakes her head, "You actually think he's practising his acting?"

"He's not that great at it," I say.

Priscilla shakes her head, "Honey," she says touching my shoulders, she's not taller than me and barely reaches it but she feels like she's taller, older, and more mature now, "he's not practising anything. He wants to sleep with you."

I blink. An argument begins to shape its way but I hesitate. I don't know why but I don't want to tell her about our safeword, our bits, and pieces.

"He doesn't want to sleep with me!"

Priscilla smiles at me in a way that suggests I'm naive. "Who do you think his songs are about? He's never had a public relationship but it's clear he's had some flings."

I pause. I know, better than Priscilla the ones that are suggestive. It's from his song Untied.

A red-blooded man

but a gentleman

I can give you the night

but untied chains is all I have

I flush a deep scarlet. "He probably had other writers on that song."

Priscilla raises her eyebrow, "I don't know all the details about the two of you but from my experience as an agent. I can only warn you that he clearly wants a one-night affair. You're his fake girlfriend right now, he can't go around without risking his career." She begins making her way to the door, her phone buzzing with another call. "I know how much you like him as a celebrity so it's really up to you. Just remember he's only asking for a one-night stand."

Priscilla leaves and I flung myself on the bed. Is that true? I roll on my side and I stroll on my phone. Our faces are already everywhere.

Harry Wolfe takes his girlfriend, Vanessa Philips on a romantic date!

New Video: Harry Wolfe and girlfriend, Vanessa Philips spotted getting hot and heavy!

Harry Wolfe date outfit? Hot or Not!

I go through the comments, and a lot of them are positive, there are only a few still unconvinced. Some reshare the pictures of him sending me to the hospital as if to remind everyone that he's still an abuser.

I go watch the videos.

Is true?

Am I blind?

Does Harry want to sleep with me? Is this why he's questioning my lines? The video looks very real like we're not playing pretend. His hands look gentle while I'm closed and you can see I'm anticipating the kiss. It cuts off - too strategically right before I and maybe, one of Harry's PR team knows what happened. That he'd pulled away and we just went back to skating.