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Chapter XX

Author's note: The long-awaited chapter 20. Thank you for your reads, comments and vote; you guys are the absolute best! Also, if you haven't listened to the album, To Pimp a Butterfly, by Kendrick Lamar, do it. It's an amazing album. I know the majority of my readers might not coincide with that genre of music; but his album is definitely a top contender. Always my love to you guys, x. Oh, and I think this chapter is longer than the usual ones! ENJOY, x!

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Two weeks had flown by since that night at Alinea.

The morning after the dinner, I had a phone full of emails, texts and missed phone calls. Fans and people alike were all freaking out about me and Harry's dinner date. Everyone was wondering whether Jarry was something to watch out for.

I didn't return most of the emails, texts and phone calls, but I did owe an explanation to some people. So I got in contact with Seth to tell him that Harry and I were just having a friendly dinner, and then I kindly asked him to relay to the old team that nothing was up between me and Harry.

Most people believed what I had to say; however, Gemma didn't.

Gemma was convinced that if Harry and I didn't have anything brewing just yet, we were to start a-brewing something in the near future. I believe she said something along the lines of, "Mark my words."

Two weeks went by and I found myself still jobless but in L.A. Kendall has always had selective memory, so she reminded me that I had once upon a time promised her that I would attend a party with her in L.A., so I was in L.A. to attend a party.

Since I had a lot of free time, I decided to fly out a week before the party. I figured some happiness and sunshine wouldn't hurt. Kendall had some modeling work in New York and Zayn was doing last minute album preparations in London, so I was roaming around L.A. by myself until Harry found out that I was, too, in the City of Angels. Which led to an invitation to hang out at his place.

"Who's your celebrity crush?" he asked once he returned with a bowl of popcorn.

"Nick Jonas," I smiled looking at him.

"Nick Jonas," he slowly repeated. "It blows my mind that you're just 24 years old. I sometimes forget that you're just 24."

"Why?" I laughed at his expression.

"You've done so much," he said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn.

"Who's your celebrity crush? Is that weird to ask? Because you probably know all your potential crushes," I thought about how weird it would be for him. Although I had met Nick Jonas a handful of times, it was different.

"Emma Watson. I don't really know her," he answered truthfully.

"Of course you like Emma Watson, she's beautiful," I rolled my eyes.

Harry Styles and Emma Watson would make some beautiful babies.

"You're beautiful," he said smiling.

"I know, but I'm not Emma Watson beautiful," I laughed.

"Oh that is wonderful," he laughed with me except my laughter ceased because I was confused. He understood the situation and explained himself, "You knowing that you're beautiful."

Except his explanation didn't make me any less confused.

"The women around me have this incessant need to reject any compliments. Like they know they're beautiful but they claim they're not; it's annoying," he winced at perhaps coming off too insensitive, but he was anything but that.