Privacy [completed]

TWENTY-ONE| privacy is love?

"Are you feeling okay?" Harry asked.

I shrugged. He suddenly hugged me and I timidly hugged his body back. I heard him sigh as I barley touched him into the hug. I don't like being touched, or the feeling of affection, it's obscure to me. It's so weird to me to have someone give me affection Suddenly, I heard my name on the television which made me whip around quickly.

"Rumored to be Harry Styles next girlfriend, nicknamed Blue Girl, was caught only a few hours ago coming out of a restaurant drunk and speaking nonsense!"

I watched myself on the television no matter how many times Harry told me to just ignore it. It happened, I'm no longer going to have a private life or have a life without paparazzi following me around everywhere.

At that moment, I felt more than vulnerable. I felt exposed and completely stripped of myself. I remember wondering why I even agreed to this nonsense. And till this day, I don't know why, nor do I know why I let it carry on for so long.

I sat on the couch, put my face in my hands, and I cried silently. I cry often, so it's nothing unusual for me to cry. Harry sat beside me and rubbed my back. I flinched away from him, but he didn't move away.

"Just ignore it, baby," he cooed turning the television off.

I ignored him instead and continued to cry.

"You'll be okay," Harry frowned.

I frowned. I'll never be okay again.

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MEGAN

I don't know what led me to do it, I really don't. As I lay in this hospital bed, possibly gonna lay here my entire life, I felt somewhat guilty for causing this. It's all my doing, but it's just as much everyone else as it is mines.

I groaned. Why is she still in my mind?

-

I leaked it again, but only to PRIVACY. The label PRIVACY is a widely known label owned by some British woman and man who expose the lives of celebrities or upcoming celebrities, or just people in general. The owners are malicious, I know that for sure. So, what better option than this, right?

This is what caused me and everyone around me to suffer.

I thought about the bitch. She deserved all the attention because she hates it. She needs her name everywhere so everyone can read how fucking weird it is out loud and to her face! I can't believe how much of a whore she's became!

I'm here in South Carolina, while she's probably fucking Harry right now! My phone rang making my roommate wake up as well. I told her to deal with it as I answered the anonymous phone call.

"What?" I answered.

"This is Jacob Coleman, apart of Modest!One Direction," he spoke.

They're management.

"Yeah, so?" I said.

"We've come to know you've leaked a very personal video of yourself and Harry," spoke Jacob.

"And?"

"Take it down," he ordered.

"No! That video has over twelve-thousand retweets, fifty-six thousand likes on Instagram, and hell, it's even on Facebook!" I argued.