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Chapter 7

I quickly turn around and face him. He's so tall that I have to look up in order to actually see his face. He looks down at me with a smile. He stares down at me as if he's inspecting every single detail of my face, not wanting to forget it. We stay there, as close as we've ever been to each other, and just look at each other. I start to remember who he is and how this could all go away in a matter of seconds. I don't want to get too wrapped up in something that could potentially go nowhere.

I turn around and walk towards my closet. Something inside me tells me not to leave his side but I ignore it. It's stupid to think that we could have something. He's probably just using me for a good time and will get rid of me when he gets bored. I slip on some maroon converse and grab my bag.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's get outta here" I say, finally breaking the silence since he complemented me. It had made my knees weak for a few seconds but I had quickly recovered. He had watched me as I put my shoes on, but I pretended like I didn't notice. He walks back to the living room and toward the door as I follow close behind, turning off all the lights as I go. He opens the front door and I step outside before locking it. My nerves are through the roof and I can feel my palms start to sweat as we walk into the elevator.

"So, where are we going to eat at?" I ask curiously. I want to know whether or not I will need to be fancy and proper. Maybe since he is British he wants to go somewhere fancier. For some reason when I was little I thought that people from Europe were fancier than Americans. As I've grown, I've realized that's not the case but I guess I still carry around some of that mindset.

"I thought we were eating at my flat?" he asks confused. I realize that we had agreed to eat at his place and immediately want to slap myself. How could I have possibly forgotten what are plans were? His words must've really taken a toll on me.

"Oh, yes, yes I'm sorry I forgot" I apologize. I must be as red as a tomato by now and feel extremely embarrassed.

"Unless you didn't want to go to my flat. We could go somewhere else," he says as we exit the building and walk towards his car. His car is a black Range Rover with tinted windows, presumably to hide from the paparazzi. I climb in and feel out of place. The car is so fancy and one I could never afford. How did I even end up here? "I just didn't want people to see us in public"

"Oh" I say sadly. Now it all makes sense to me. I wasn't someone Harry actually wanted to keep in his life. I was an object he could easily throw away. I probably wasn't first one either, I'm sure there were plenty of others. And I'm sure that he'll try and buy my silence after he's done using me. So much for hitting the jackpot and succeeding in the city of dreams. My happiness was short lived and so is this relationship, if I can even call it that.

Harry turns on the car and proceeds to drive out of the lot until he parks in another spot. He turns the car off and sits there quietly. He stares at the steering wheel and sighs. I turn to look out the window since he's probably going to tell me this was a mistake and he never should have lead me on.

Instead, he reaches over and cups my chin, turning my head to face him. I am extremely confused as to what the point of this is. Maybe he wants to kiss me to make me think that he actually cares.

"I'm so sorry. Sometimes my words come out, but send a totally different message than why I meant" he says as his green eyes search my brown ones. He eyes me for a response that I'm not sure how to give. He has confused me even more than what I was before.

"What are you talking about?" I ask just to clarify things a bit.

"It seemed like I had said that I don't want to be seen with you which is not true. I wouldn't mind being seen with you at all. You are beautiful and many people would be jealous. I just don't want paparazzi to swarm you so early on" he confesses. What I had thought to be a rude awakening was actually a very kind gesture on his part.