Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Twenty Two

*Lauren's POV*

I pull into Harry's driveway and park his car. I just went to Tesco to pick up a few things for tour, Harry sent me with a list containing various items ranging from dental floss to hair ties, then I got a few things for myself. Tampons, razors, you name it.

I turn off the ignition and open the door stepping out quickly. Making my way to the trunk I open it and grab the plastic bags out of the range rover, I wonder if Harry has even started packing. I hear footsteps behind me and I turn to see paps in the street taking pictures of me.

Fucking shit.

I quickly close the trunk and lock the car doors, then make my way up to the front gate. I'm about to type in the pass code when I realize it would be smarter to just buzz Harry so no one sneaks in while the gates open for the car. I hit the buzzer and wait for him to respond. I glance back over to the street to see the same paparazzi and two more standing across the street looking at me, all holding their cameras up. Answer Harry...

I buzz him again and when he doesn't answer I set two bags down and grab my phone out of my pocket to call him.

"Lauren?" Harry's voice comes crackly through the intercom.

I hurriedly hit the button to talk back. "Come out here and let me in the damn paps are taking pictures of me." I say, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.

Instead of responding, I hear the wooden front door slam shut and see him walking barefoot, still in sweatpants out to the gate. Immediately I hear the paparazzi's footsteps rushing closer as Harry walks over. He has his phone to his ear and is talking to someone, frowning. When he gets close to me he mouths "hi" and his eyes flicker over to where I'm assuming the paps are standing. He walks over to the control box and punches in a code that unlocks the small entry gate, not the car gate. I quickly step in and shut the iron gate behind me. Apart from the car gate and the entry gate, the rest is wall, so the paps can't see in his front garden from some angles.

"Six in full view." Harry says into the phone and takes the shopping bags from my hands carrying them in. I follow behind him quietly down the sidewalk. This is exactly why Harry asked me to run to Tesco. He can't do stuff like that anymore, but then again it's been years since he's been able too.

Once we're both safely inside Harry's house with the door shut and locked, I sigh and kick my shoes off. Harry says goodbye to whoever is on the phone and heads into the kitchen. I follow him.

"Who was that?" I ask. Harry sets the shopping bags down on the table and starts emptying the contents.

"I called Paul and told him about the paparazzi. He's sending someone to get rid of them." Harry responds.

I start sorting the items on the counter into a "Harry" pile and a "Lauren" pile. "Put your stuff here and mine there." I gesture to Harry.

"Thanks for running out."

"No problem." I tell Harry, picking up the hair ties I bought him and holding them up. "Good enough?"

Harry glances up and looks at what I'm holding. "I meant like the band type things but I can use those too."

"Head bands?" I set the hair ties down in my pile figuring he can get some from me if he wants them.

"Yeah exactly." Harry rubs his eyes and yawns.

"I have some you can borrow for now if you need them. Are you worried at all about the paps taking pictures of me here?" I ask him, walking over to the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of water.

"Okay. And no, not necessarily. I'm sure the recognize you." He shrugs his shoulders and leans back against the counter across the center island from me.