Starbucks Romance [Harry Styles Love Story]

Chapter 23

In the car I call Domi. There is none else I trust right now.

"Heya sis! What happened to your shopping date with Eleanor?" She asks, the minute she picks up. I repress the little twitch my heart does at the notion that I'd go on a date with Eleanor. That's not important to me right now.

"I'm going home. They lied to me. You were right. Harry is not what I thought he was." I say, and I can feel my eyes burning with tears of embarrassment.

"Elsa, babe, what happened?" Domi says, dropping her cheery voice in a second. I feel the warm salty tears run down my cheeks and I start sobbing. "Elly, did he hurt you? El, do you want me to call anyone?"

"No!" I almost shout. I don't want anyone to know about this. "No don't call anyone. I'm okay, I just." I am not sure how to continue. Do I tell her? Can I? Should I? It's so embarrassing to admit that I have been deceived like this. "Harry isn't into me. He's into Louis, and he's never been interested in dating me, he just used me to cover up rumors."

"Harry is gay?!?!" Domi gasps, "Damn, I mean I knew he has a great sense of fashion but oh my God!"

"You can't tell anyone!" I cry, "I don't want anyone to know. It's so embarrassing that I fell for it. Don't ever tell anyone!" Domi hushes me.

"Elsa, I'd never tell anyone about anything you don't want me to. We're sisters. Everything you tell me stays with me. Now tell me the whole thing." She says sincerely, and I tell her, still crying. I tell her how Harry and Eleanor had lied to me from the start. How stupid I feel for not understanding something was up. I'm babbling and Domi probably don't understand half of the stuff I'm saying, but she listens patiently as I'm sobbing over how hurt Eleanor's eyes had looked when she was yelling at Harry. I can't imagine how she must feel.

"I've been so stupid. Fred told me something like this would happen, but I didn't listen. Oh my God I've been so horrible to Fred. He was just looking out for me, and I spat in his face!" I cry, as the car is slowing to a stop outside the airport and my phone beeps for another caller. "Domi, can I call you back later? I have a call waiting and my flight leaves soon."

"Of course, sis. Call me anytime. I love you!" Domi says before I hang up and take the second call. It's a number I don't recognise so I try to not sound like I just stopped crying.

"Hi, it's Elsa." I greet the other person on the line.

"Hello Miss Valentine. Where are you now?" The other person says. She sounds like a woman, but I'm a little freaked out since she didn't introduce herself before asking where I am. I get out of the car and grab my bag from the trunk.

"I'm not telling you that if you're not telling me who you are." I answer. The woman sighs impatiently.

"I'm Teresia Grovebranch. I'm with Modest Management and represent One Direction. We met last week at the studio in Nashville. I need to know why Mr Tomlinson just moved up your flight back from Sunday to today." The woman says in an annoyed tone.

"I'm going home," I answer her, walking towards check-in.

"You are not. You had agreed to stay in New York until Sunday and to be seen with Mr Styles, Mr Tomlinson and Miss Calder. Come back to the hotel. You and Mr Styles have a dinner scheduled at eight tonight where a photographer from The Sun will be taking candids." Teresia isn't raising her voice but still manages to sound furious.

"I never agreed to be some cover-up! I was tricked and humiliated! I am going home, far away from Harry and his drama!" In frustration and anger I've started speaking very loud and Teresia hushes me.

"Miss Valentine, calm down. If you are in a public place you must be quiet. Don't talk about such sensitive subjects where anyone can hear you. Now, tell me where you are so I can send a car to pick you up. This little mistake can be fixed quickly and quietly before it gets out to the press." She has an underlying threatening tone that makes me kind of scared of what this woman is capable of. But I'm not backing down. I want to go home to Nashville.

"I don't want to fix this, I want it to go away. I'm going home." I say sternly as I'm getting closer to check-in.

"What do you want?" Teresia asks. I open my mouth to ask what she means but she keeps talking before I get the chance. "You want an expensive college education? A closet full of designer clothes? If we could reach some sort of understanding about this I'm sure we could make it happen. Being the official girlfriend of pop-star Harry Styles can open a lot of doors for you. Your fifteen minutes of fame are up, but if you continue, they might last longer. Come back to the hotel, put on a nice dress and go to dinner with Mr Styles at eight tonight."

"There is no way I'm doing that! I don't want to see Harry ever again!" I say, just having passed check-in.

"Okay. Fine. We can make that work too then." Teresia says without changing her calm, cold voice. "I can send a reporter to Nashville. We'll make a big story out of how you hate Harry after he cheated on you. You will speak out about all the girls he hooked up with while you two were in a relationship and how you found him in bed with two Victoria's Secret models. After the story is out you'll be interesting to many people. I'm sure we could get you on the next season of Big Brother or something similar. After that it's up to you where you want to go. Fashion? Tv? Music? It'll be your pick."

I am speechless. Isn't she supposed to represent Harry and keep what's best for him in mind? How can she so calmly plan to ruin his reputation?

"I won't lie to any reporters. I just want to go back home and forget I ever met any of you people!" I say as I'm boarding the plane.

"Miss Valentine, I can make an anonymous call to JFK and tell them that you are carrying a bomb." She says coolly and I drop my chin. What kind of a person would do that? "Or, you could choose to cooperate with me."

"I'm already on the plane. And if you call them, I will tell everyone I've ever met about what I actually caught Harry doing. Bye." I hang up and turn my phone off, thanking God the boarding and security checks and check-in went so fast. I didn't even have time to think about how afraid I am of flying. But as the plane takes off I miss having a warm and smooth hand to hold and keep me grounded.

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