Hoax

Chapter sixteen

Harry Styles

I have never been more grateful for something to be over.

I asked the waitress for the bill a few minutes ago and duly paid it, before practically dragging Estelle out of the restaurant.

We were met by tonnes of paparazzi surrounding us outside the restaurant and flashing their cameras so much so, that I had the overwhelming urge to punch each and every one of them.

I tightly gripped Estelle's hand as I led her to my car swiftly.

I can already see tomorrow's headlines – 'Harry Styles couldn't wait to get new girlfriend, Estelle Adler, home after an intimate dinner in downtown Los Angeles'

The paparazzi and tabloid media can believe whatever the hell they want. To a certain extent, it's true to say I couldn't wait to get Estelle home...but just so I could escape from her.

The rest of dinner, post-mini panic attack, wasn't enjoyable but the night didn't get any worse than that. We practically sat in silence whilst we ate dinner, went on our retrospective phones after, Estelle attempted to make small talk, but I only gave one-word answers and we didn't order any dessert, so it was over relatively quickly – which, I was grateful for.

Having dropped Estelle off, with little conversing, I sped all the way home and came back to my empty, dark apartment.

It was depressing.

However, I knew I needed a distraction, so I called Ana and practically begged her to come over, to which she agreed.

That leaves me here, breathless, and sweaty after just having another round of morning sex with Ana. She stayed over last night, which is a rare occurrence, but I was grateful that she did. She was a great distraction – as always.

"So," Ana starts to talk, as she lies her naked torso across my bare chest, with her head resting on me. "Have you missed me?"

"You have no idea" I state, still feeling slightly lightheaded from finishing. "You missed me?"

"Did you notice my new hair?" Ana completely side-steps my question, "I got extensions and blonde highlights!"

She sits up slightly and turns towards me, pulling here hair from behind her ears which I now unintentionally associate with Estelle.

I shake that thought from my brain as she attempts to show me her hair which looks the same as it always does – "Looks very different" I lie, shooting her an attempt at a warm smile.

She returns a small smile and lies back down on my chest.

"How's everything going?" She suddenly asks, catching me off guard.

She never asks how I am.

"Well, I felt a little-"

"No! Not how you feel, silly!" She belittles me slightly, before elaborating. "With that Estelle girl. Is she still being a bitch?"

"Oh, right...yeah." I quickly try to supress the feeling of embarrassment that I was about to open up about my feelings. How could I have been so stupid? "Yeah, I uh- it sucks. We'll probably have to do another stunt in the next few days-"

"Ugh, she's so annoying" Ana cuts me off again, in order to monologue. "You know, I hear that she's had like ten nose jobs and her boobs are fake too...she's so into herself, it's disgusting"

I fight the urge to bring up the fact Ana has had numerous plastic surgery operations; in case it appears as though I'm defending Estelle.

In reality, I find the whole 'nose job' and 'boob job' statement to be unlikely.