Sometimes

Chapter 18

I pulled away from him immediately as we turned to see who had just called him. It was one of the girls from outside the venue. "Shit" I thought to myself.

"Oh hey" Harry said, looking to see if anyone else was around. I stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do. She looked from him, to me, back to him and then back to me, where her gaze stayed, and an unwelcoming one at that. I looked at Harry who simply stared back at me, unsure of what to do. It was as if time stopped, yet my brain kept functioning. She saw us, her tone said it all when she called out Harry's name. How long she had been there was another story altogether, therefore playing the innocent 'were just friends card' wouldn't work. Surely she would have seen the chemistry between us? I should have known what to do, yet I stood there completely clueless. She shook her gaze off and turned to Harry.

"Yeah, sorry" she paused, looking a little embarrassed "um, please could you sign this for my little sister?" she asked as she held out a CD and a pen, her camera dangled lifelessly from her arm.

"Sure. What's her name?" he asked taking the CD and pen from her.

"Sophia" she answered politely. He signed it and handed it back to her.

"Do you want me to take a photo for you?" I asked pointing at her camera. Maybe giving her what she wanted and being nice would buy her silence, in some kind of weird and unknowing way.

"If that's alright?" she said in an unsure tone.

"Yeah, it's fine" I said taking her camera.

She stood awkwardly next to Harry as he lazily placed his arm over her shoulders. As if by magic I clicked the camera and the lift arrived, giving us an excuse to leave before she asked any awkward questions.

The lift doors closed behind us and we stood in silence. "I doubt she'll say anything" he said as he glanced over at me, knowing that I was already worrying.

"Well if it get's out and the press get hold of it they'll come through to me. Maybe I should call Sharon, explain what happened and get her to..." I said quickly, getting myself worked up at just the thought of a journalist asking me such questions - if I wasn't the suspected girlfriend I'd deal with it in a flash, but I knew I'd falter and give the game away.

"Woah calm down" he said taking my hand "We talked about this, if they find out, they find out. If they call you then just say it was an innocent cuddle, and they can take from that what they want" he said reassuringly as the door opened to his floor, but being the artists he didn't know first hand what the British press could be like. Brutal at times, and very unforgiving. That was what I was there for, to fight such fires, extinguish them before they went to print, but not tonight. My confidence had gone, and I knew it wasn't going to end well.

"Guess we'll see in the morning" I said with a forced smile as he propped the lift door open with his foot.

"Yeah sleep well yeah?" he said before kissing me good night.

"You too" I said as he stepped out of the lift and the doors closed behind him.

I closed my door behind me and crumpled. I shouldn't have been so stupid, what was I thinking. He may as well take my job away from me and make me homeless now. "This is what happens when you make decisions with your heart, and not your head" I said to myself as I slid down the door and sat on the ground and sobbed into my shaking hands. I had been so stupid, but there was no turning back, either way out of the situation was going to end up with either me or Harry getting hurt. I had to make that call. I stared at the dotted carpet in despair when my phone buzzed. Text Message, Harry.

'Thinking of you beautiful xx'

And that was the exact reason I had gone with my heart. Someone who cared, that knew, without even being in the room what I was going through, even if he didn't quite get the importance of what had happened.

'I need you x'

A simple reply, but true.

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