The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter twenty-six

The week at Georgia was the break I needed from work, and the chaos that is New York City, but I had to face reality sooner or later.

Harry couldn't stay the whole week and left Saturday night, so he was picking me up from the airport today. Saying goodbye to my parents was hard, even harder on my dad with Cheeto. I knew my mom wasn't going to like her, but I was shocked that my father grew obsessed with her. He practically locked her in his office just to cuddle with her. He denied it multiple times, but I caught him in the act twice.

I was worried about Tea and everything, but Harry made me promise to stay off the internet until I was back in New York. His reasoning being it was a stress and a distraction that would only make me worry, and he was right. He assured me he had everything under control. It didn't help that he didn't include any detail as to what 'everything under control' meant, so I was completely unsure of what he'd done.

After I got my things in baggage claim, I walked out of the airport, and was suddenly hounded by paparazzi. I was scared at first, but realized Harry was here. He attracts paparazzi like a damn magnet.

"Charlotte!" I hear a voice shout from next to me.

I turn and see Harry with a big smile on his face. He walks towards me and wraps his arms around me, and then he places a kiss on my forehead. Although I enjoyed his comforting hold and touch, I stood confused at his actions. There was paparazzi everywhere, what was he doing?

"Remember when I said I had it under control?" He whispers in my ear.

I nod, "Well, what that meant was that there are no secrets. Fuck the media, fuck Tea, fuck everybody. I don't care about them, I want to live happily with you and no asshole will get in the way of that." He speaks passionately. Maybe it was the hormones, but his words made me start crying.

After our interaction, paparazzi went nuts. Thousands of questions were shouted around us, flashes were going off every five seconds, and the best part of it all was when one guy shouted.

"IS THAT THE GIRL FROM THE SEX TAPE?"

My eyes widened in shock and I looked at Harry, who had a disappointed expression on his face.

"Harry . . . what happened?" I asked out of fear.

"I told Tea, she released the video, and now her and her family are going to jail." He explains.

I was glad that deranged bitch was going to jail, but I was really hoping she was bluffing about releasing the video of me and Harry. I held Cheeto's carrier close to me as I started thinking the absolute worst.

"The video got taken down. My lawyers made sure the video is gone for good." He said while smiling.

That was more good news, but obviously enough people have seen it. I felt conflicted and I was taking everything in. Harry pulls my chin up and my eyes meet his, "What's the matter?" He asks worriedly.

"I just want to go home." I say sadly.

Harry leads me to his car and he drives to my apartment. Cheeto kept meowing, I felt bad and took her out of her carrier, so I had to carry her in my arms up to my apartment. I unlock my door, Harry walks in with me, carrying my luggage, I let little Cheeto out of my arms so she can roam around. Harry places the luggage on my couch then walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist and leans in to press a kiss to my lips.