Gold Digger H.S

Eight

Here's a picture of fluffy Harry just cause I love him and he's so cute!
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Two weeks had passed and Harry had been right. After the week of paparazzi catching Harry and me, it was almost down the drain. By two weeks everyone had forgotten about it, everyone but me. I didn't exactly know what I was expecting, to become internet famous? It was just an article and no matter how many times I told myself that I still somehow wanted it to be the "Talk of the day". Maybe I wanted Ms. Grant to notice so she thought I was something.

She never said a word about it, no matter how many times I tried to forget that night- and let me tell you I tried- nothing ever worked. I didn't get why I practically opened myself up to Harry and I practically let myself be open like this to the public.

I hated the spotlight just as much as every other person on this earth, but I kept feeling I had told Harry something he didn't need to know that night. I wished I could go back, be soberer and stop whatever it was but I had to know what it was first.

I hadn't seen Harry since me storming into his house, it was a good note and made my weeks better but I was still bugged out about the night. What did we discuss? I wanted to know so bad it was eating me alive, the only way to find out was by asking Harry. But I didn't want to just go up to him and ask.

I had to take him his monthly clothes to his house today, maybe if I got lucky he would be there and I could bring it up somehow and know. So all I could do was hope, hope that he was home when I brought the clothes.

The whole drive I ran different scenarios in my mind as to what would happen and who would say who. I imagined Harry being all cocky and his stupid smirk with his nose kinda crinkled because he thought I was funny and.... No, I needed to stop. He is married.

But why was that a big part of it? A bunch of hot guys I've met before was married and it never stopped me from flirting and thinking they're hot. Maybe it was because it was Harry, the guy I met at a liquor store that annoyed the hell out of me.

When I did get to his house it was easier getting in since they expected me. Only it wasn't Harry who opened the door, this time it was his wife Madison. What was I suppose to do? Say "Hey your husband took me home instead of spending time with you." I couldn't say that, "Can I help you?" She snaps, maybe the universe didn't want me to ask Harry what we discussed that night. It was clearly a sign since Madison answered the door instead of Harry and his gorgeous curls.

"Um, I work for Ms. Grant and Mr. Styles, your husband, receives a certain amount of clothes a month he has to wear. These are the clothes," I tell her I was kinda uncertain of myself.

"I'm well aware Harry is my husband. And I'm well aware you work for Ms. Grant, I was her model. I'm also well aware that my husband took you home the night of the party, stay away from Harry and stop whatever the hell you think your doing."

"Nothing's going on, it was a friendly gesture," I argue back. Madison rolls her eyes and takes the clothes then slams the door in my face. If only she knew her husband was cheating.

Perhaps that was the reason it bugged me as much as it did. Harry was a cheater, once a cheater always a cheater.

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"I hate my job," I whine that night on the couch. Louis had practically moved in, he never left although he still paid for his old apartment. "Oh, are we playing the game of who's life sucks more?" Noah asks jumping onto the couch. I lift my feet so he isn't crushing them, "Why not? I'll win, though." I tell them.

"My mom stopped paying my rent at my old place so now I have to pay for it on my own and get a job." Louis mentions, "Oh that sucks, Noah?"

"I got fired..." Noah states. "You win," Louis grumbles. "What did you do?" I ask him and he just laughs. "I kinda told off an elderly lady because she said kids this generation are rude and so on. I told her that it's them old people that come into the cafe being rude and is teens are the nice ones. She told the manager and he fired me."

"Yikes, you should work at Ms. Grants!" I tell him.

"Him working for the devil? No way," Louis interrupts. "I would agree, besides when I told my parents they offered me a part-time job at their place. They also mention that the offer still held for you to work there." Noah gives me that look and I just smile.

"Who will put up with Ms. Grant?"

"You're not getting anywhere with her, Mary work somewhere else." Louis puts in his two-sense. "I'll think about it, my dream was to work for Ms. Grant."

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I had thought long and hard about Noah's offer to work there that night. I thought how I would be paid more and it would be easier for me. I might actually have a chance to become someone. But my thought kept returning to Harry... I wouldn't see him, and although Madison told me to never see him again I knew better. Harry would somehow pop back up in my life sooner or later. That's just how Harry was, Harry was Harry. He knew who he was and he never let anyone tell him he was less than what he was. He always held eye contact, especially when he was driving. It was like he could stare at you while you talked while he had one hand on the wheel driving. His stares were gentle and caring. He always reached out first when talking. When we first met his gentle touch was like sparks in my body.

Harry's smile was a different story.... but I need to stop there. I couldn't go any further, I knew I would just get myself into deeper trouble and get hurt in the end. But for some reason, I didn't care.

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