IM SORRY
All of my friends and family had stayed for three days before they had to fly back to the UK.
It was now the beginning of April, and tonight was the last show in Arlington, Texas. It was my seventh time opening for Taylor's shows, and I'd had the time of my life so far.
Since starting the tour, my following had increased twofold, and I found myself being the centre of articles online, whenever, and whatever I was doing.
Two weeks of it, and I'd already started to become slightly sick of it. I wasn't new to it — it happened in the UK, too, but here in America it felt so much more intense.
Taylor and her team had warned me that it would happen, but I hadn't imagined it to this extent.
On a happier note, Birds of a Feather had reached number one globally, and on numerous streaming apps I was the top artist in the world. It was insane.
Checking the time, I pressed on Harry's contact, waiting for him to pick up the call. It was half six in the evening back in the UK, and on our shared calendar his evening looked clear.
However, he didn't pick up the call, and I was left staring at my own bewildered face. Thinking it was a mistake, I called him again. But, like the first time, there was no reply.
To: Harry
Tried to call you but no reply :(
Hope you're ok!!!
I miss you
Switching my phone off, I try to clear my mind, but thoughts of Harry just swirl around.
We hadn't made any plans for when he would be able to fly over and visit again, because his schedule was so jam packed. He didn't have a break longer than two consecutive days, which wasn't enough time when the flights themselves were up to eleven hours long each way.
But then, my phone went off, and I looked at it in a hurry, hoping it was Harry.
It wasn't.
From: Sarah
Kenzie, I need you to stay off of your social media for the time being. Don't message anyone, don't post anything, don't say anything — and especially do not search anything. I'm on my way to your hotel now.
My heart started to race. And of course, I did exactly what she told me not to. I opened up safari, and typed in my name, because clearly an article had stirred something up.
But what I was greeted with was something I never thought I'd see in an article, for everyone to read.
NEW RISING STAR KENZIE CROFT AND UK INFLUENCER BOYFRIEND HARRY 'WROETOSHAW' LEWIS HAVING BABY TROUBLE?
The pair were spotted attending couples therapy in London, UK, weeks before Croft was due to open for Taylor Swift's 'The Eras Tour' in 'North America.
A source close to the couple told our reporter that the couple were attending therapy for contrasting views on their future.
"You have got to be fucking joking me," I say, under my breath. I go to dial Harry's number again, but pause, remembering what Sarah had told me not to do.
How the hell did a random news site know about our baby issues? I was sure that no one would leak it to the newspapers, but it was there, in bold writing. I'd never felt more betrayed in my life.
The 'news', as it was, wasn't damning, nor particularly controversial, but it upset me because it was starting to feel like nothing we did would stay private.
