Breath

chapter 25-bobbing knees

Stacey arranges an interview for harry with the biggest radio station in london. which to me, makes absolutley no sense.

like what do tjey expect tk happen? them not mention the breakup, or whatever this is?

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"they're just going to ask you about our breakup." I say with a hint of an attitude leaning against the doorway to the living room

"are we broken up?" harry asks, standing up from what be was doing, clearly annoyed.

"well the fact we haven't gone anywhere together says so."

"Ebony. please.  i dont want to fight. can we just get this over with?" harry askes, exasperated.

"fine." I snap. i know hes going to avoid the question and let people beleive I'm a cheating skank.

I put on a black one peice that has a deep v-neck cut, that sinches at my waist then again at my ankles. My hair is pulled back into a shiny, slick poney tail, and I slip on a pair of red sandle-heals. a bit of sex apeal always helps.

"you look great." harry says giving me a half smile that makes my heart jump.

why does he make me feel so..... so what exactly?

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I trail harry into the fan-surrounded radio station, and the fact we arnt holding hands or talking or even standing remotely close to eachother also promotes our "break up".

and  honestly, I don't know what we are at this point and its killing me.

inside harry and I are sat in a high end room with leather couches with snacks and drinks.

"trust me?" harry asks, and I'm not sure exactly what he means but I nod my head anyways.

"don't forget, we have that award show in a few weeks."

"harry?" a lady with a headset asks and takes us back to the recording station giving us each head sets, and I sit behind the room watching through a one way window where i can see them but they cant see us. harry sits just right so I can see his face through the glass and two reporters stand to his left notebooks ready, then a camera man snapping what seams a million pictures.

"Good evening london, my names john brickwell, here with the world-renown boy band One direction's very own Harry styles." the man's voice booms.

"hello!" harry says with his classic  grin.

"we are all dying to know..."

oh no.

"what's the deal with you and Ebony? exes? friends? figuring it out? And who is this misterious Marcel?"

shit.

I watch as harry takes a deep breath in filling his cheeks, then he lets it go.

"Ebony isn't cheating. she called my name that night at the club." he says.

oh my god...

"Harry, I don't understand. your name isn't marcel..." john says again.

my knee is bobbing up and down nervously.

I want him to tell the truth,  but..

"My real name is Marcel."