Try.

Chapter 8: Just Let Me Know

The following week, I had to finally present my article to Chelsea. I had edited the absolute shît out of it, probably spending more time on this than anything else and I would literally kick myself if one word was misspelled or I was grammatically incorrect at any moment.

I sat at my desk, wishing the time would pass by faster so I could hear her feedback. It had only been an hour since I had given it to her, and she was a very busy woman so I couldn't expect her response to happen right away.

I also couldn't shake the image of Harry looking into that camera, calling me his motivation. Maybe I was being dramatic and it was about someone else. Maybe he really was a player and it was just another woman? Maybe he was talking about his mom. He did say she was an inspiration to him.

I finally shook the memory from my head and continued editing the work for today. I began packing up my things and Louis turned to me and said, "Hey, would you want to come over tonight?"

"For what?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "I mean, we can crack open a bottle of wine and you can talk about your article. I'd love to hear what you and Harry talked about." He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes even though the blush was evident on my cheeks.

"You'll never let this go, will you?" I said.

"Of course not," he scoffed. "I wish you had called me that night, I would've rushed over and finished the job for you --,"

"Oh, my god, Louis," I laughed. "You're obsessed."

"And you're the worst at pleasing this man." He said. My mouth dropped and I looked at him with slight offense. "Oh, please, I bet he has a pet name for you and everything and you still turn him away."

I pressed my lips together and put my laptop in my bag, and he snickered. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?" I asked softly, barely looking up at him.

"Tell me what he calls you."

I closed my eyes and sighed before softly answering, "Princess."

"I'll marry him if you don't." He said.

"Marry him, he's all yours."

He leaned back in his seat and just looked at me. "I truly want to know, who's better, Tanner or Harry?"

"Tanner, obviously." I said. "I love him."

"No, you ditz, I want to know who's a better kisser."

I swallowed and thought for a moment. "Uh, I-I don't --,"

"Oh, my god," he gasped with wide eyes and a slight grin. "Harry's better, isn't he?"

"Shh! Don't say that." I said.

"That's hilarious," he chuckled as we walked towards the door. "You aren't even an item and Harry is better kisser than your own boyfriend."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to." He shrugged.

Just as we were leaving, Chelsea stepped out of her office and called to me. I turned and she motioned for me to come into her office, so I walked inside after saying goodbye to Louis and she said, "Please, sit. I want to talk about your article."

I awkwardly sat down, and she opened her laptop to pull the article up. "Vivian, I have to be honest." She began, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Was it cráp? Oh, god, I bet it's cráp and I'm getting fired.

"I think this article is amazing, I'd really like to publish it."

My eyes widened and I said, "Really? You're kidding."