"Jilly! Is it true you're in a romantic relationship with One Direction's Harry Styles?" a middle aged reporter with dirty blond hair asked.
Snap, the camera went.
"No, we are just friends. That is just a mere rumor"I said smiling
Snap Snap.
"Jilly, babe smile for me! Where's your boyfriend? "
Snap.
I gritted my teeth at the crowd of reporters and paparazzi snapping constant photos and asking all sorts of ridiculous questions that came to mind.
Standing stiffly midway on the red carpet I smiled as wide as I could. My jaw hurt from smiling so much and my legs ached. If only Stacy, my manager, hadn't ordered me to sort out this "Harry Styles confusion", I would be curled up on my sofa watching Girl Code.
"Have you two slept together?" another asked.
Snap.
My smile faltered a bit.
"No, as I've said before. We are just friends" I emphasized the word 'friends'. I was also trying my best to keep my disgust hidden.
Snap.
Gosh, what was wrong with society these days? All they thought about was sex.
Snap.
"Do you even like Harry, Miss Ryan?" another asked. The voice was much different and a lot more British, I looked to see who it was and was surprised to see my British assistant, London Thacker, smiling evilly at me before disappearing amongst the crowd.
I will deal with her later.
"Jilly?" someone yelled out.
"Yes? " I said voice small.
"You didn't answer my question".
I found the guy who had asked me that, Jack Brooks. He was this popular celebrity reporter and had a reputation for ruining careers. Stacy had warned me about him.
"What question?" I said. My head was starting to ache from those stupid flashing lights and annoying reporters.
His face redden with agitation.
"Are you planning to get closer to Mr. Styles?"
Oh, wow. That's different.
Before I could open my mouth and say anything, Stacy walked out on her cellphone arguing about God knows what. Earlier, she had a meeting with her boss and other movie star managers discussing who and who would play in what next movie or tv series. She wasn't there I wouldn't be answering meaningless questions.
"Let's go kido" she said mid-convo.
Security guards surrounded us both as Stacy led us to the limo.
I tried to listen to what Stacy was saying through her phone but paparazzi asked even more questions.
"Are you and Harry an item?"
No, for the final time.
"Are you a lesbian?"
What?! Did people think I was a lesbian..?
"Is it possible you and Harry become a couple?"
I don't know...
"No, no, no Drew. I'm talking big money here! Not some stump reality show! What is she? Kim Kardashian?" Stacy yelled as we entered the limo. I entered first before Stacy did.
"My condo, please" I said to Lenny, my limo driver, sulking in my seat.
He nodded starting down Beverly Lane. I watched as the flashing lights and red carpet got further and further away.
This was one hell of a day.
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