Long way Down {COMPLETED}

Ten

The next day.... Ana's pov

"So I was thinking about moving out. Nothing against you or anything it's just that it could be a big step for Calvin and I. Besides I'm missing my house in England," Taylor said as we sipped our daily dose of coffee.

"Yeah? That's great. Go by all means! You'll still have a room here though. There's defiantly too many guest rooms already to make it one," I said honestly.

"You took that so much better than I thought you would. I will probably go in the next few weeks because I have a meeting overseas anyway," she slid me the creamer and I poured it into my cup.

"I have to go over there next week. It should be exciting. It seems that I enjoy everywhere better than the u.s I just love traveling," I smiled at her. "What are your plans today? I get to watch the movie that the record label made like two months ago."

"You didn't get to be involved in the process? During mine I was so hands on that I thought I was the director a couple of times," she laughed and I laughed with her.

"I wasn't as involved as I would've like but I also had a lot going on. Losing Harry..."

"Speaking of Harry where is he?" She interrupted and I wondered the same.

"Not sure. He was gone when I woke up so I just assumed he was out doing work. But I haven't heard from him," I shrugged.

"What time are you watching your movie?" She asked while scrolling through her phone.

"That's not until later. I have to go to the studio as soon as I get ready though. They want an album out on New Years to introduce a 'Great year'" I said in a chipper voice. I waited for her to respond but her eyes were fixed on her phone. "Taylor?" I said getting her attention.

"Sorry, but I think I found Harry," she said still looking at her phone and I was slightly confused.

"What do you mean?" I laughed a bit wondering if she just came across pap pics. Sometimes on our days off we just look through them to see what terrible pictures the paps caught and who the victims are. It's always fun until it's you.

Taylor slid the phone over to me and my face slowly dropped as I saw kendell sitting in a cafe with Harry. She had glasses on, but I knew it was her since I gifted her the glasses for her birthday last year. We weren't close but we have many friends in common so we spent a lot of time together. Harry had on a pair of dark glasses, a beanie and hoodie. They both had coffee in their hands and smiles on their faces.

"Well, why wasn't I invited?" I asked trying to make this less intense. Taylor's face was still puckered and I could tell that she may be more upset than me.

"This is getting a little out of hand... This is so sneaky to me. Like did he even wake you up to say bye or anything?" She had a point but it meant nothing because my my world was slowly crumbling around me.

"It's so funny," I let out a small laugh the slowly turned into a small cry. "He said hurting me was the last thing he wanted to do but all of these pictures, his stories, nothing is adding up. This is so out of character for him? Like he knows I would find this out?" I vented.

Taylor shook her head and answered her phone It was Calvin so I left the room.

I went down the hall to the guest room where Harry's clothes were stored from him being here. I grabbed handfuls of his clothes and piled them unfolded in front of the door. While rummaging through his clothes one stood out.

I picked up my favorite white shirt that he finally stole back from me while we were on vacation. On the collar of the shirt there was two smudges of red lipstick. I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Alone I cried as I pulled the dresser drawers out throwing them across the room. I didn't pack red lipstick. Well I did but my make up bag was lost in luggage. So there was no way for it to be mine.

I took the shirt and set it on the counter with a note that simply said 'get out' on it.

I have a busy day of work so I hurried and got ready then headed to the office. Before getting out of the car I check my travel mirror to make sure you couldn't tell I was crying. There was fans outside of the building but I didn't mind I waved, signed, and took pictures with all of them.

"Hey Sam," I spoke to the receptionist as I walked into the building.

"Ana, hey. It's been a while since I have seen you in real life," she said holding up TodaysPop magazine that had a photo of Harry and I in st. Barths on the front. It was the only picture I saw of myself from the trip.

We were on the boat and I had on a white dress that was flying in the wind. Harry had in swim shorts and that was all. His arms were around my waist and I was on the edge with me arms out. He was wanting to reenact the titanic. The memory was beautiful but interrupted by the thought of kendell sitting there taking pictures of us doing the pose. I was so confused by the situation.

I laughed at her joke and carried on. Through large glass windows I could see my team all gathered around a table.

"Hey guys. What's going on?" I asked walking in the room. Everyone's eyes were on me.

After many waves and awkward smiles Sally said, "well the label doesn't want to release the movie," she pause taking a sip of her tea. "They said that it was so much personal life not enough music. Though that would be good for you it does nothing for the label. The movie is great if you wanted to watch it still, I wouldn't imagine why you'd want to relive all of that anyway. But if you want to you can," she took a deep breath.

"Well okay then," I laughed. "I will just make an appearance tonight instead. But right now I was going to record if that's okay?" I asked hoping some writers were there. "Also do you mind getting Harry a hotel? Forward me the info please."

"Mike and nick are here to write if you needed it and I will be right on it once I get finished up here" she said and I nodded as I left the room. Everyone carried on about their day and no matter how hard I tried that curly headed boy was still in my mind.

"Hey guys," I said looking down at my phone. I knew Mike he was great. I call him the word therapist because he listens to what I have to say and 10 minutes later he has my life written on a piece of paper.

"Hey, long time no see," I heard a familiar voice that didn't belong to mike. I looked up from my phone and saw Nick Jonas sitting on a wooden stool with an acoustic guitar on his lap.

"Yeah it has been a long time. Like what a week? Three days? Two years?" I fed into his joke forcing a smile on my face. "Hey mike," I said tapping the back of his head. He was bald so that bothered him to be touched but I did it anyway for fun.

"The only one with balls to touch me, must be Ana," he smiled while turning my direction. "I was wondering when I would work with you again."

I walked over to the couch and plopped down. "Today, duh. What are you guys working on?" I asked as my phone started to ring. And so it begins.