My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

"Make yourself at home, would you like anything to eat/drink or should we do takeaway instead?" I suggested, as we entered into the living room, after taking her things up to the guest room

"I don't really mind" Amaya stated, as she sat on the sofa

"Takeaway it is" I cheesed, as I took a seat right next to Amaya

I turned on the TV, so I could share screen my phone, so we could get a better view of uber eats and what we wanted to eat.

"Oh shit" I immediately changed the channel onto something else, as the TV was left in the news station, reporting Amaya's attack that happened yesterday

"No no, keep it on..." Amaya tapped on my arm gently

I did what she said and switched it back on. I honestly did not want to dim the mood with the news, not sure if it would trigger her or not.

I was thinking that they had found the four men that attacked her, but let's be fucking for real for a moment. They are not going to put that energy in  when it requires a woman of colour being attacked. They are probably budding with the attackers as we speak.

Instead, the news was blowing up about a protest about women violence caused by men happen tomorrow at 5pm. I am guessing what happened to Amaya, had sparked a lot of uproar really quickly and they decided to plan the protest. They are bold as hell to do it right outside parliament and they got permission to do that too.

"And this is how I find out that they are doing a protest without informing me first..." Amaya joked

"Right..." I laughed back "...are you planning on going?"

"If I am stable enough, that is"

"You could be strapped to a chair and somehow you'd find a way to get there..." I joked

"You are so right Iman, these injuries are not my weakness, but my strength..." Amaya told in confidence, as I shook my head and agreed with her "...are you going to go?"

"You know what, I think I will and I'm going to let my girls know that we're on it as well" I told her

Eighteen year old me would never turn this opportunity down. As much as I can be seen as controversial at times due to my talkshow, I don't think I have given that same energy like I did when I was in university.

I lost my spark, my voice and my confidence and I have tried to gain it back since.

"Do you think Harry would be there?"

"Huh-" my heart stopped a little bit

"Harry...as in outside of Parliament..."

I thought about that for a brief moment at the fact that I could see him again, then resorted back to present timing "nah, they'd protect him, they'd make him leave early or something..."

I'm being a pussy now, even thought what I said is probably not a lie, I never actually thought about facing Harry ever again physically. I never thought about it because I didn't think I would ever speak out. I don't know how I'd react. I don't know if I will cry, get very angry, act calm or try to attack him. I thought through everything about speaking out except that part.

"Iman..." Amaya interrupted my thinking, placing a hand on mine

"Hmm..."

"It's okay to be a little scared, I'm scared myself..." Amaya admitted

"I just never thought about seeing him again you know, like the minute you mentioned that we could see him due to it being outside of Parliament, made me get really deep into reality..."