I get back to the hotel and harry is sitting in the kitchen drinking a coke, " where were you? " he asks turning his attention to me.
"I went out." I say simply dropping my bags onto the floor.
"what's your problem?" he asks acting as if he really doesn't understand.
are fucking kidding me?
" I mistakingly call you marcel. you throw a little pissy fit, then let people beleive I'm cheating on you, and then you ask what's my problem?" I say speaking slowley.
harry doesn't react, he kind of just stares at me like he's waitinf for me to go on.
I let out an exasperated sigh then pull my phone, redownload twitter and sit in the room going through it.
2 million followers.
3 worldwide trends I'm the last week.
#whyebony, #ebonycheatedbecause #whosmarcel
I didn't fucking cheat.
so I post, "The truth will come. I hope..."
people go crazy. my interactions blow up and I set my phone down and joing harry again in the living room. maybe the truth won't comd out...
*****
"you need to tell people harry..." I say leaning against the door frame watching him as he makes his bed on the couch again.
"I can't." he says quietly.
"Harry. people think I'm cheating on you..."
"are you?" he asks mocking me.
"what the hell Harry?!" I yell.
"What do you want me to do Ebony? I can't just blow my covor.managment and I've worked hard for this to work."
"well I want you to tell people that your name is marcel. you changed it to harry. and I, your bestfriend and girlfriend, am not cheating."
he just shakes his head and gets under the blanket.
"Goodnight ebony." he says, his voice suddenly nicer.
"Goodnight Harry."
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Breath
FanfictionEbonys bestfriend all through high school looses touch completley once he graduates, but when he shows back up out of the blue, almost a different person, they catch up, but this time in a new atmosphere. can ebony handle all the judgement, the pres...
