Public Sphere | H.S. | #Wattys2016

Chapter XXVI

Author's note: There has been a lot of new readers lately, and I just want to say hello! Thank you guys for reading—it means the world and a half to me. We're getting pretty close to the finish line, and I'm ecstatic to see what you guys think of the ending. But before I get ahead of myself, here is Chapter 26. Please enjoy! LOVE YOU ALL. 

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The unfortunate thing about my situation was that I was still Harry's publicist. But the worst thing about the situation was that I couldn't up and quit. Not when Louis went on national TV with a tell-all. I couldn't just leave Harry like that, so I was stuck in a hotel room trying to clean up something.

Harry had left four days ago, but he didn't bother reaching out to me. I didn't bother reaching out to him, either.

However, Gemma had stopped by the day before, wondering what was going on.

She was concerned with my behavior. She was worried because I hadn't stepped a foot outside my hotel room since Harry had left me four days ago. She assured me that Harry and I weren't broken up, and that Harry had to just simmer, but I wasn't sure if I believed her.

Harry and I both desperately wanted our relationship to work; however, at first sign of conflict, he left, and I didn't bother bringing him back. We dealt with problems too differently. Too different to make it work, perhaps.

Then there was the part of me that hated myself. I once prided myself for being able to remain in the private sphere after all these years in the media world; however, I somehow became that dumb girl that got involved with a celebrity. Then I got sucked into the public sphere, and it was baffling.

The media was even more interested in my relationship with Harry Styles after Louis' tell-all, so there was even more paparazzi standing outside of the hotel just waiting for me to leave or for Harry to come in. But neither happened. You would think that they would give up after four days; however, these people were persistent.

I decided that it would be a good idea to leave London. I was pretty sure that I shouldn't return home on account of the paparazzi that was hanging around my Chicago home, so I decided that I would go off the grid again.

My life wasn't necessarily complicated before Harry got too involved. My job was complicated and took too much of my time and reared its ugly butt into too many aspects of my life; however, my life, in general, wasn't too complicated. But once I got involved with Harry, things got complicated—too complicated.

So I started packing. I called for a private jet to take me to an undisclosed location, and I started packing up the last few weeks of my life.

"Ms. Hansen," the pilot greeted me once I was secured onto the jet.

The paparazzi were relentless when trying to get a photo of me. Although there wasn't much to take pictures of, they still insisted on being difficult as ever. So the walk from the back entrance of the hotel to the car took far too long than it should have.

"We're taking off," he said as he went back into his cockpit.

I was able to sleep a little bit before I was gently woken up by a member of the cabin staff.

The moment I stepped off the jet, I wanted to climb back onboard—I was in Anguilla and brought back a lot of memories. But I decided that Anguilla would be fine to hide out in, and was driven to a private villa that was rented under a fake name and settled in.

The first thing I did was put all of my phones into one of the drawers in the kitchen. Then I powered down my other electronic devices and put them in there, too. This vacation was going to be relaxing, and I didn't want to deal with anyone, especially Harry Styles, even if he managed to call.