Breath

Chapter 16-Look pretty

oh my god.

I zip up the bag leaving my other stuff and go out to the living room where harry is looking confused at eleanor

"i just forgot my phone..." he says slowley, then his eyes shoot to me. looking excited but then he sees my bag in my hand his face drops.

"Ebony. wait.." he says stepping towards me his eyes look like he's been crying and he's about to start again, his lip trembles.

my heart breaks again and the tears come fast.

"i-i cant." is all I can manage to get out and i nearly run out the door, wiping the tears from my cheaks, and eleanor falling in line behind me quickly.

"eb, maybe you should talk to him" el says catching up, as we walk through the parking garage. "after all hes your bestfriend."

but all i can really think about is, how long has this been going on? has this whole thing been for publicity?

"Staceys calling." el groans starting the car, glancing at her phone in the cupholder.

"who's stacey?"

"the boys publicist" she says denying the call.

why the hell have I not heard of her?

"does she know anything?"

"everhthing."

shit.

the sky is low and gloomy, rain begins to drip down and hitting windsheild with little ticks.

my phone goes off in my pocket, but I don't recognize the number,

"Hello?"

"is this Ebony?"

"yes.. who is this?"

"stacey fields with modest managment."

how did she even get my number?

"hi stacy. how can I help you?" I say louldy to let Eleanor know who I'm talking to.

"I would like to speak to you as soon as I can." she says in her formal tone.

"well. I don't know..."

"it will be brief, I have to apologise for some things."

I hesitate for a moment, then agree to meet her at a high end, and private cafe on Thursday night.

"Look pretty!" she says much more cheery now and ends the call.

what is going on.