At the End of the Day...

Chapter 4

"Help me, Kaia," I say into my phone, as I pace back and forth through my lounge room.
"What now?" She replies, with an exasperated voice.
She's going to die when I tell her. I have to tell someone. I can't just keep this to myself. Besides, Kaia isn't one to go gossiping.
Actually.
Now I'm having second thoughts.
I don't know if I should tell her. She probably won't believe me anyway. Ok, I've made up my mind.
I'm not going to tell her...at least not now.
"...I'm just so lonely! Can we do something today? Are you working or anything?" I ask her. That was smooth, I think.
"God, you're so dramatic, Eva. I'm working at 4 so let's do something like now. Coffee at that place in Chomley Street?" She asks me.
Ah, the coffee shop.
The coffee shop that changed my entire life. Literally.
"Yep, see you in 20." I hang up the phone and have the quickest shower of my entire life, not bothering to wash my hair. I washed it yesterday, so it's fine.
I throw on some jeans and a tee, chuck on some concealer, and head out the door in a flash. As I'm walking to the tram stop, I decide to check my phone, and it turns out I have a message.
Unknown: so...what did you and Harry get up to last night ;) Louis
Oh my god.
He thinks Harry and I had sèx. What do I say?!
Lord.
To Louis: haha nothing, literally passed out, what did you do
That seems like a good reply. I chuck my phone in my bag and get on the tram that has just arrived, luckily for me.
I feel a vibration in my bag a few seconds into the journey.
From Louis: you sure? Haz can't wipe the smile off his face, the bastàrd :))
Oh my god. Is Harry thinking about me?
I think he is.
I don't know what to say back.
To Louis: I have that effect on people. How sweet!
Sassy. Just like Louis. I hope he's impressed with that, because I sure am. I get off the tram once it reaches my destination, and walk into the coffee shop, putting my phone on do not disturb so that I don't see any messages from anyone.
"Eva! Over here," Kaia waves me over to the table she's sat at.
"Hey, sorry, had to have a shower, lets order. I think I'm gonna get brekky too, I'm starving," I say to her.
I'm still really hungover as well. But I won't tell her that.
Kaia calls the waitress over, and she looks at me strangely.
"You...you're the one from the article, aren't you." She says it as a statement, rather than a question.
"What article?" I ask her, looking to Kaia for reassurance. She shrugs.
"The one online...the one with Harry Styles," the waitress whispers to me.
What?!
What's going on?
Were we spotted?
Oh no.
This is bad.
I check my phone. I've got about a million texts and missed calls.
From Louis: shît, we were spotted. Don't panic though, management will sort it
From Harry: I'm really sorry, Eva. We're in an article...there are photos and everything. I really thought the paps wouldn't see us :(
From Eliza: what's going on? Why the hell are you pictured with Harry Styles? You're my sister, you usually tell me everything
And that's not all of it.
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," Kaia looks at me, full of concern.
I quickly go online on my phone to check the article. Harry was right. There are lots of photos. Ones from when we were leaving the club.
You can tell I'm wasted.
Shît, this is bad. Well, bad for One Direction.
They probably hate me, now.
"Can we have a rain check?" I ask Kaia, apologetically. "You'll probably find out what's going on soon enough. I'm sorry," and I leave just as quickly as I came in.
I decide not to catch the tram. I'll just walk. I don't want to be spotted again, waiting around in one spot.
I grab my phone back out.
To Louis: I'm really sorry! What's gonna happen - I feel so bad :/
To Harry: no, I should be saying sorry. I shouldn't have gotten that drunk! X
To Eliza: yeah, yeah. Come over whenever and I'll explain it
I try to keep my head down as I walk briskly back to my apartment.
My head's still down as I enter the block, and then I realise someone is standing next to my door.
My head snaps up.
It's Harry.
"Oh my god, Harry, I'm so sorry about those photos...I..." I begin, unsure of what to say next.
"Eva. You should not be the one apologising. I should've known there'd be paps. It's ok," he comes in for a warm hug.
"Does this change anything? Will we ever be able to see each other again?" I look up at him hopefully.
"Definitely. I like you, and I don't care what anybody thinks about that! I better go," he looks at me guiltily.
"No worries, what should I do if people ask me about the articles?"
"Just say we're friends! Honestly, there's nothing to worry about. Ok, I'll see you soon," Harry hugs me tightly, and then leaves, putting his sunglasses on.
I can't believe he came to my house for that.
What a fricken gentleman.
I head inside my flat. I'm not going out for the rest of the day.
I'm hibernating.
Now I know what Harry thinks of this, I don't even know what I think about this.
I like Harry.
But I hate being the centre of attention and being put on the spot.
I guess we'll just see what happens.
I think if Harry and I do something, we should be more careful.
There's an urgent knock at the door.
Is it Harry?
Louis?
I honestly have no clue.
"Who is it?" I shout out, and there's a muffled response.
It doesn't sound like Harry or Louis.
I decide to hesitantly open the door...and I realise it's just my little sister, Eliza.
"God, you scared the shît out of me!" I say to her and I go in for a hug.
I haven't seen her for a couple of weeks. "Eva. What's going on? Why were you with Harry Styles?" She looks really baffled. I don't blame her.
Eliza isn't even a fan of One Direction, but I guess everybody loves famous people.
...I do too, I suppose.
She comes in and sits on the couch, still awaiting my response.
"Well, I guess you're going to want to know the whole truth. So. I went out for a coffee, and met them at the coffee shop! They must've liked me because they invited me out to a club the same night!"
Eliza is in awe. Speechless, I can tell.
"Have you texted? Can I see?" She asks me. I hand her my phone, and as she turns it on, her face has shock written all over it.
"Omg! Harry and Louis have both requested you on Instagram, and followed you on Twitter! What the hell?"
"Give me that," I take the phone off her to see for myself.
Now I'm getting tweets from random accounts saying stuff like:
Oh look, it's the girl from the articles!

Why would Harry like you?

You're the luckiest girl in the world!

Is Harry your boyfriend??

And my followers are sky rocketing. What the hell is going on right now??
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