No One to Trust

I Miss You

"Sound check one, two, one, two three. Is this shit on?!"

I laugh and press a button so that he can hear me.

"It's working fine. Recording in three... two... one, go!"

I press record and hear the slow beat of 'Gorilla' and him singing. It's like having a live concert and I like it.

For some reason, everyone is here for me since like at least four have asked for my name. This one man comes up to me and sits on the chair next to me while Peter chats with some.

"Gabriella right?"

"That'd be me." I say half smiling.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Rogers, CEO of Victoria's Secret incorporation," he shows me his ID and business card.

"Let me start by saying you are stunning, and I'd like to offer you a job." My eyes widen. Me? a VS Model?! My dream? Am I sleeping?

"I just need to take your height measurement to see if you pass." He takes out a tape measure and gestures me to stand up.

I look over to Peter and he seems busy, so I just stand and let him measure me.

"And....... 5'8 exact. If you want to go to an audition, which I highly recommend, tomorrow at Times Square." I quickly nod and he smiles, leaving a card.

About an hour later, everyone is gone and it's just me and Peter.

"I guess you're wondering why all those people were here."

"I am actually."

"Well, they were all modeling agencies. Paparazzi saw you with me, snapped pictures saying "Who's Mars's New Mystery Girl" Cleared it up that we're related. And people want you. Any agency in particular you'd like?"

"Uh. I like Victoria's Secret..."

"Are you tall and old enough?"

"I believe I am. I’m 18 and exactly five feet eight inches." I look at him, for some reason looking for approval. I mean, her a really cool guy and he’s the only person I really have at the moment.

Harry's POV

Every day. Every day I think about her. How could she just... leave? I silently cry every night to myself during tour, it’s my fault. It has to be. Why else would she leave? 

I’m sitting in my bed, hands on my forehead, I’m basically holding in the tears, wearing nothing but my boxers and a black tank top. I’m not complaining. I’m comfortable and so close to getting naked and sleeping. I miss her touch, her voice, her in general. I take out a picture of me and her from under my pillow and smile.

"Harry...?" Niall walks in my room and I quickly hide the picture under my pillow.

"Yeah?"

"You miss her don’t you...?" with those words, I tear up.

‘’Yeah... A lot..." There I just break down and start crying.