Chapter 7
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"I'm just gonna be straight with you Leah. I know we have barely talked or hung out, but I really like you. You seem like such a cool girl to hang around and you have an absolutely gorgeous exterior." I giggle. "So I came over to ask if you wanted to go hang out for a bit? Maybe go to the beach? Park? Maybe even shopping?"
Her smile fades and her voice becomes more serious, "Harry are you forgetting who you are? You are the Harry styles of One Direction. I bet you there is paparazzi sitting in my front garden hedge just waiting to catch a juicy shot of us."
"I-I know that, b-but..." I try to interrupt but she continues her rant.
"Harry, one month ago I would have done almost anything to have you hung, but I think I am starting to see the real you, the side that the press don't get to see and I like it, I really do. However, I'm not ready for them to see me yet." She pauses, eyes darting around the room.
"Can we please just keep this a secret for now, you may be ready, but I don't want to be just another one of Harry styles muck around girls, and that's what the press will label me, no doubt. I'm not sure if this will go anywhere or if what I am feeling is real but I can't risk my privacy and dignity, if you turn out to be the Harry Styles that I thought you where one month ago."
"Oh my gosh. Leah calm down, calm... All you had to say was, 'nah how bout we watch a movie here?' I state beginning to laugh, lightening up the mood in the room.
Her smile that faded has now returned and mine has become twice as big, because through all that rant, she said that she did have feelings for me and that is all I needed to know.
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Leah's POV
We sat on a three seater couch, him on one end and myself on the other leaving a space between as we talked about various topics. I'm surprised at how intriguing and interesting his life is; he has to hide the real him, almost everything he is in public, everybody expects him to be perfect when really no body is perfect. He has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Fans obsessing over him, wanting to do every single thing he does, being separated from his family and friends on whilst he is on tours.
He claims that it is all worth it, but to me it sounds like a living hell, I honestly don't know how he does it.
"So you're in grade 12?" He asks another question, wanting to get to know me better.
"Sure am. It's alright I guess, there are a lot of dumb-ass guys and snobby girls. That's why I just hang around Sarah. I assume your not in school any more?" I ask interested.
"After x-factor, I realised I couldn't even take the bins out without being swarmed by photographers. So school was definitely out of the question." He informs me.
I find it so interesting to see the differences and similarities between our life styles.
"So home schooled?"
"Yeah. Although I don't do as much schooling as you. Because I'm grade 12 I get 1 day off a week for work training. Wells work training is the band, and it's not compulsory to do electives, so I only do core subjects. Therefore I technically only do two and a half days of school a week."
"That sounds like the life." I say very dreamily.
"We'll there is still one thing missing..." He says before pausing.
"What is it? You pretty much have everything..." I question before he continues.
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Cliffhanger :) xx
