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Chapter 6: You Flower, You Feast

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On Thursday morning, I told Tanner I would be shadowing an interview out of town, so I would be home late. I assured him I wouldn't be alone, and I'd text him as soon as I was on my way.

However, the minute I was on my way to the office, I felt that familiar sting of guilt in my stomach. Why couldn't I just be honest? He'd be so upset with me if I told him I'd be going to Harry's for an interview. I also didn't want to tell him for the fear of him wanting to "chaperone" me in case Harry tries anything. Harry hasn't once hit on me, and he's only been nothing but nice. Maybe this interview will clear up a few things that the media portrays since no one can get a clear idea of who he is as a person.

The day went on as usual, the typical bickering between Leigh-Anne and Louis keeping me entertained, a pile of articles to read through and edit, and a lunch break that couldn't go by quick enough. I just wanted the day to be over, because once the day was over, the closer I was to my interview.

About an hour before it was time to leave, I grabbed my materials and snagged a tape-recorder from the media room; I knew no one would believe I got an interview from Harry if I didn't have some sort of video evidence, but I felt like a video recorder would be overstepping my boundaries and I didn't want Harry to back out. The tape-recorder was playing it safe, and hopefully he'd let me use it.

Leigh-Anne wished me luck before heading home, and Louis sent me a wide grin and said, "If you don't get some dîck tonight, let me know so I can hit him up."

I rolled my eyes and laughed, heading home for about an hour before I go to Harry's. Tanner was sat in the living room watching TV, so I snuck into the bedroom to grab a change of clothes. I didn't want to wear my work clothes to Harry's, so I stuffed a nicer dress into my purse and zipped it shut.

I told him goodbye after conversing for a few minutes, and then headed downstairs to wait for the bus to take me to Harry's address. I looked at his text message from this morning, rereading it and checking the bus schedule to make sure I was going in the right direction.

Harry's place was a little on the outskirts of town, which slightly surprised me. I figured he'd be living in an expensive apartment in the city, but his address was definitely in the suburbs, if not the country.

It took about an hour total with all the stops in between, and finally I arrived a little ways down the street from his home.

I stepped off the bus and continued walking down the street, wondering where I could change my clothes or if I should stick to being professional and just stay in my blouse and skirt.

A dark, grey gate came into view, and I looked through the bars at a cobblestone driveway and I could get a small glimpse of a house through the trees. Glancing at my phone again, I confirmed this was the right address. I looked around for some form of getting in, and I noticed a buzzer on the stone column where the gate hinges were.

I pressed the button and a crackly voice came through, but it wasn't Harry.

"Hello, how may I assist you?" The voice said, sounding rather rehearsed and not the slightest bit interested.

"Hi, uh, I'm Vivian Olsen, I'm here to see Harry." I said, forcing confidence but I was a little intimidated by this whole show.

"One moment, please."

The crackling sound went away and I stood back, waiting anxiously for something to happen. After a few silent moments, the gate opened and I made my way towards the house.