Breath

chapter 7- a little taste

its a saturday evening and the airport is swarming with paps. they are like ants, annoying, everywhere, and pretty gross.

i loop my arm through Harrys' and the guards help us walk inside. for all anyone knows, harry and I are dating. which we arnt. I don't think...

"Harry! when you're done with her, can I have my turn?"  "I'd do her in a second!" they laugh historically at their own jokes.

then suddenly harry stops doesn't look back but says,

"learn to show some damn respect. " biting the end of everyword as he says it. oh my god.

"harry. come on." I say pulling him along. he is fuming.

"those damn idiots." he scoffs.

"don't worry about it. its fine." I say and we find our seats in first class.

"thank you though." I take his hand in mine and squeeze it tight, resting my head on his shoulders.

a stuiteress comes over and the shock her face is amusing.

"oh my god, I'm such a huge fan!... even though im older.." she is smilling huge. the girl is sweet, short blonde hair and probably in her late 20's, and bright pink lipstick. her name tag reads Charlotte.

"can I have a picture with the two of you?!" she asks pulling her phone out of her pocket.

both of us? why with me?

I don't object and stand for the picture harry making small talk with the peppy girl who then gives hI'm her twitter and she gets one last hug before checking up on other passengers.

"she was sweet" I say quietly and buckling my belt.

"yeah. I guess..' he says quietly.

"what do you mean you 'guess'?"

"I don't know.. I feel like its an act."

  harry has to put a gaurd up at all times, and he's quick to assume everyone is faking, or out to get him. that must suck.

"now you have a little taste of this side of life." he jokes.

the flight is short and sweet with little turbulance, and Charlotte didnt bother to hide her flirting. the whole time I would watch her to see if harry was right, is it an act?

we land, and again paps are absolutely everywhere continuing the rude and sexual comments. but we are in London.

just a week ago I was graduating and getting ready to apply at local teaching schools, then within these last few days I've been picked up soun around and dropped in the middle of the spotlight with my celebrity bestfriend in London.

"I'm so excited!" I whisper into harrys ear as we walk through the crowds of people and he's still holding my hand tightly. "me too." he whispers back. this situstion, I'm assuming, looks pretty romantic.

we get into another black suv and the blonde one, niall I think, is sitting there.

"Hary my man!" he laughs and gives harry a hug. "and you must be Ebony. god, its great to meet the girl this guy never stops talking about."   I feel my self blushing. then he gives me a hug too.

"my names niall!!" his irish accent makes it sound like he's saying, "me neems neil."

we drive to harrys apartment and as we walk up it smells expensive,  huge live plants in the lobby and red suited gaurds at the entrence, and every corner and working rhe elvator. the gaurd at the elvator greets harry warmly with a handshake,

"Daniel. this is ebony. ebony, daniel." harry  says in his charming voice, my arm looped through his.

"good evening miss Ebony" Daniel says giving me a slight bow.

we go up to the top floor, the vip floor, niall following close behind and a gaurd carrying harry and is bags.  through harrys door I hear music playing and loud chatter.

"oh god.." harry moans and opens the door. people mill about, talking and drinking listening to some cd, possibly justin timberlakes.

oh my God. these are all celebritys.

conor maynard to my right chatting up some blonde, ed sheeran sitting with ellie goulding on the massive leather couches, zayn and I think perrie edwards in the corner, with louis, eleanor, liam sofia and I'm pretty sure , simon cowel.

bloody hell. talk about not fitting in.

harry roles his eyes, keeping me close and everyone turns and stares at us with smiles.

who knew so many people could fit in here, even though its pretty huge.  everyone eyes me. "we are going to change, be right back." harry says pulling me back to the bedroom, then flicks the light on. its pretty bare with high end furniture.

"Im sorry, I didn't know theyd be here." harry says running those massive hands through his tangled hair.

"its fine. its just odd having my favorite singers all relaxing in the other room." I laugh and open up my suitcase.

harry strips right into his boxers with out a thought and slips on suit pants and a sheer blous like shirt. fancy. we're going fancy. I grab a black dress and go into the bathroom, a bit more modest, and change. my make up is worn off, so I freshen it up adding a little extra eyeliner as well. I brush my long hair the curls I put in this morning bounce right above my elbows. good enough ebony.

"eb, you alright?" harry asks, nocking in the door.

"yeah I'm coming!" I put my makeup back in my bag and meet harry in the bedroom.

his face lights up when he sees me, making me blush.

"you look great!" he says.

I grab a pair of shiny stilettos. harry puts out his hand, I take it and follow him into the packed living room, there's even more people then before.

"I'm freaking out.." I whisper to him and he chuckles.

"don't worry.head high relax your shoulders youll be fine." and people all smile and watch us as we walk in.

head high, relax your shoulders you'll be fine.