Privacy [completed]

EIGHT| privacy is love?

Breakfast was over quicker and awkwarder than he expected.

I knew it would be over quick. At breakfast, Harry ate slowly while I stared at my finger. He tried to have conversation with me, but I'm not much of a talker, so they never lasted long.

When we left - after his security advised us to go - I thought I would die. People were shouting at me and some grabbed me. I didn't fight them off, but I only kept my head down and followed him. I kept wondering at the time if they would stop recording me. I hoped they would but I know they never did. Probably not till this day, either.

I was lead to my car by Harry's security with him right behind me with his hands on either side of my waist. I flinched and he removed his hands and put them in my shoulders. Why is he touching me? Is that Love? Touch? If touch was Love, I'd never find it.

We reached my car and he got into the driver's seat. Why is he in my car? I kept wondering so many things that I didn't notice him snatch the keys from my hands and speed away. Some ran after the car, but we eventually got away from the crowd messily. I refused to let the panic spread over me.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

I didn't say anything immediately. I didn't know what to say. Am I alright? I hope no one saw me. I hope they'll delete the videos. They won't, will they? No one ever does.

"Hey, say something," Harry said.

"O.K."

"I should've known this was going to happen. I shouldn't have put you out like that," Harry huffed.

I kept focusing on my breathing. Is privacy Love?

"I should've known. Dinner is cancelled," Harry said with his eyes on the road.

Why do people like to record so many things? Why? I never understood at the time, but now, I have a clear understanding.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to put you in harms way," Harry said while glancing over at me with worried eyes.

I kept pinching my own palms to make sure I wouldn't pass out. I just wanted to go to bed and lay down. I didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone anymore. I was at my limit.

"Maybe I'll show up during your first volleyball game, yeah? August twelfth you say? That's our first day of break," said Harry.

That caught my attention. "No."

"You don't want me to come?" he asked.

"No," I admitted.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

"I'm not in any type of trouble," Harry said.

I kept quiet.

"How about tonight instead of dinner, we can go for a swim?" Harry asked.

Why did he want to hang out with me so much then? I wonder that till this day. I have poor hygiene, poor communication skills, and a poor sense of fashion. What intrigued him?

"It's the least I could do," Harry muttered.

He parked at the hotel and I saw a couple of girls standing outside. We got out and they immediately ran to us. The girls looked about my age, or maybe even the wonder age of sixteen, like my little sister, Chloe.

I watched with low eyes as they cried when Harry hugged them and cooed in their ear. I didn't even notice that his security team followed behind us until I saw them get out of a tinted window car.