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Chapter III

Phase one of the plan worked out smoothly. Fans saw the two dining together and it sparked all the right rumors. Harry Styles' solo career was on the track to be forgotten, but in order to make sure that it was yesterday's news, phase two would be incredibly important.

"No kissing, but do touch. Hug, wrestle, show affection," I said to the two most uninterested people in front of me.

After arguing back and forth regarding what would be appropriate tomorrow, Harry let out a frustrated sigh and cradled his head into his hands.

"You guys figure it out, I'll do whatever. I'm going to bed," Kendall said as she went upstairs.

I turned to Harry and he looked defeated. He looked so small in the white shirt he was wearing. His long hair was tied into a bun and his pale skin looked even paler now.

Harry and I continued to discuss tomorrow's plan. He didn't want to do any of the things I had suggested. He either shrugged them off, ignored them or called them bad ideas. After a heated discussion, we finally came into agreement as to how tomorrow would pan out. He looked so defeated, tired and sad that I didn't even argue back.

"Is that it?" he asked not even looking at me.

Somehow I felt like I was the bad guy. It was never personal, never personal. But this time, it felt weirdly personal. Maybe it was the fact that I practically grew up right beside him, and yet I was still calling the shots like he was still an incompetent 16 year old. I wanted all of this to go away for him, but in order for all of it to go away, he had to play games with the media.

I almost apologized to him before I caught myself; I was doing my job. I was doing what was right for his career.

"Everything will be over tomorrow," I reminded him.

"Only if that were true," he said sadly as he too walked to his rented space.

The door clicked behind him and I couldn't help but let out a sad sigh. This wasn't part of the job. My job wasn't to make people miserable. However disgruntled Kendall may have seemed, she was never that disgruntled. She was groomed for the media, she was trained to handle herself in these situations. I wasn't sure if that was good or not, but she was so used to being a pawn in the media that she was desensitized to the things that she was requested to do. Afterall, she was a Kardashian.

But Harry, he wasn't a Kardashian. He wasn't groomed to be this way. He wanted his freedom more than anything and anyone could see that his fire had gone out. But my job wasn't to relight his fire, it was to make sure that the flame stayed out.

Morning came and went. The media got ahold of Kendall and Harry's yacht pictures, every news outlet was freaking out. People were trying to figure out whether they were dating or not. The pictures seemed to have convince some people that they were back together; whereas, some people were convinced that the pictures didn't mean anything. But the point was that people forgot about Harry's solo news. No one paid attention to that when the question of the day was whether Hendall was a thing.

Simon called and let out a big sigh of relief. It was over. It was time to go back home.

"I'm going to go," Kendall said as she walked down with her small suitcase.

"Thanks for this," I said as I gave her a hug.

"Hey, you used one of your favors for him," she shrugged as she laughed. "What's going on with him?"

This time I shrugged. Based on my limited conversations with him, I knew he wasn't happy. He wasn't happy with what he had to do.

"He's been like this for awhile, do you think he's depressed?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.