Chapter 17-Coming Clean

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Chapter 17-Coming Clean

I finished the day with Harry pretty much avoiding me. It hurt like a monkey butt, but at least I didn't have to have any more awkward conversations. I went home and changed into something casual and then headed over to his place. Emma and Vera were already there, them not willing to wait ten minutes for me to change. Those bimbos.

I walked in and everyone was sitting in the living room. And I mean everyone. Dani and El were here visiting their men. So that meant everyone was in couples.

Vera and Zayn got along well, though they 'weren't' dating and Niall and Emma had been on quite a few dates in the past few weeks. They were sickeningly adorable together. You should see Emma feed Niall at breakfast. It's cuter than kittens. But, sadly this left Harry and I to be paired up together.

"What are we having for dinner?" Emma whined as she leaned into Niall and clutched her stomach.

"Food," Louis replied, making us all giggle. Eleanor smacked his arm.

"Harry is cooking spaghetti for us," Liam answered. I went and sat on the couch on the other side of Vera. They were watching some game show.

"Someone needs to help me cook," Harry called from the kitchen. Everyone looked around and then all their eyes landed on me. The dumb douche bags.

"Hailie, will you be a dear and go do it?" Danielle asked. I didn't want to be a jerk to the older girl, especially since she was my friend's girlfriend. I sighed and nodded my head.

"Try not to make out to close to the food," Niall yelled over his shoulder as I walked into the kitchen. I hear a smack and yelp and knew that Emma had my back. Chicks before guys, they always say. This was going to be torture.

"Okay, I just need you to put the garlic bread on the pan and then put them in the oven."

"Alright," I said, half-heartedly.

I went on with my task and I was finished soon. I put them in the oven and then I sat up on the counter. I watched him stir the sauce for a while, until I realize I was being a complete creeper. I took out my phone and stared at the screen. Might as well get on Twitter.

Well, that was a mistake. First, I have gotten a lot of hate recently. Apparently someone saw Harry and I at the coffee shop and they took pictures of us holding hands and going into his apartment building. Hello, I work for the guy! It's creepy they knew where he was anyway. Freaking FBI agents.

"What's wrong?" I looked up to see Harry's green eyes.

"Uh, just on Twitter. Some people are insane," I answered him, shaking my head, mostly to clear away the thoughts of snogging his face off.

"That they are, don't pay attention to the haters though. They only want to bring you down because they're jealous."

"I won't. They don't have that much to be jealous about though, really. All I do is work for you."

"Yeah, we totally don't get a long well," he rolled his eyes and stalked off. What in the world is he getting mad about. I took off after him.

"I just meant that's all they know that's going on. Please don't take that the wrong way, Harry." He stopped in the middle of the hall.

"Okay, sorry. I'm sorry I got mad, it's just you've been ignoring me a lot lately."

"Um, yeah about that. Harry, I need to tell you something, but you can't get mad or interrupt me, okay?" he nodded," And I need to ask you something first." He gestured for me to go on. "How do you feel about me?"

"Hailie, you're a great girl. I enjoy spending time with you and I like you, a lot," he answered smiling. I'm a great girl. That kinda came off wrong to me, but he said he 'liked' me. Does that mean as a girlfriend or play thing, exactly?

"Well, I actually fell really hard for you. And in such a short time, too. I can usually control my feelings better than that. But there was something about you that made me think you were different, I guess not," I paused, taking a breath," Anyway, what I had to tell you was...I lied. I didn't come here for college. I'm interning at Gossip Gab magazine. My first assignment was becoming your PA so I could write a story on you. Problem is, I stupidly fell for your pop star looks and cheeky grin. I didn't want to write the dang thing so I called the editor and you know what she said? She said that if I didn't write it, it would be like giving up my dream for a fling that wouldn't last because you don't see me for more than a cheap bimbo. I'm a dime a dozen, right?" I laughed bitterly," So, I'm going to write the article and I'm quiting. After I write the story I'm going back home. I just wanted to tell you before you read it yourself on Twitter or something," I sniffled a little bit," You probably hate me by now, not like you cared much before, but I want you to know I'm sorry, really sorry. I shouldn't have used you, but most importantly I shouldn't have loved you. Good-bye, Harry."

I turn on my heels and walk out. I get a cab and flee to the safety of my apartment. I sit on my bed and type up the story, sobbing. I'm such a dirt bag.

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