-Rihanna's POV-
It's been a few weeks since Harry and I had our little... intimate moment, and honestly i've never been more happy. Today, after a few hours in the studio working on my new album with my new manager, I decided to take a trip to Harry's flat.
I hopped in my car and made my way there, walking in without a knock like usual.
"Babe, i'm here!" I yelled through the flat, looking around and seeing no sign of Harry.
He must be out... I sigh.
Setting down my purse and taking off my heels, I go to the kitchen for a glass of water. While reaching into a cabinet for a glass, I see a note on the counter. I stop in my tracks and run over to it, snatching the paper up greedily.
It read:
Rihanna,
I know you'll be here, so I just thought i'd leave a note for you. I've gone out for a bit with the lads, i'll be back later on tonight. Feel free to make yourself at home, you probably already have at this point.
Yours,
Harry x.
I smile at his words, looking over at my pile of shoes, purse, and other things by the door. I always make myself at home, he knows me so well. I set the note down and continue to get my drink.
Once i've got it, I take a seat on Harry's love-seat and switch on the TV. The first thing that shows up is a story about me, not surprisingly. I've made some questionable fashion choices lately, but for good reasons! I got my nipples pieced and I just love them, so why not show them off? Anyways, my fashion choices have been all over the tabloids for weeks, so it's not necessarily surprising that i'm on E! News. However, as it went further into detail, it got into some new information.
Pictures of Harry and I pan across the screen, some of dates and others of us in mine or Harry's flat.
"What the fuck," I cursed, confused and scared.
"A source says, 'Rihanna and Harry have been staying the night at each other's place's for a few weeks! What they're doing is unclear though!'" The reporter said with a high pitched, annoying laugh.
This 'source' is Jay without a doubt.
"Hello, Jay speaking!" Jay's voice rang through the speaker of my phone, and my anger rose up with the cockiness in his stupid voice.
"Jay, i'm going to kill you!" I told him, no joking in my voice at all.
"What ever for?" He chuckled.
"Don't play stupid, I know you gave the tabloids those pictures of Harry and I!"
"I did no such thing, darling. I have new clients, i'm no longer angry with you."
"Well if you didn't, then who did?" I wonder, suddenly very scared.
"I have no clue, but if we're done here, I have work to do with my new clients."
"Yeah, whatever," I said, hanging up harshly.
Maybe he was lying... No, Jay is a lot of things, but not a liar. But if it's not him, then who was it? I puzzle, going through a mental list of everyone who could possibly try to hurt Harry and I.
"Hey, babe," Harry said, walking through his door.
"You're home early," I say, kissing him on the cheek.
"It's already midnight, babe."
"What? No way, I just got her like an hour ago..." I stopped, looking at the time and realized i'd been thinking for almost 6 hours.
"How long have you been here?"
"Since 6."
"What've you been doing?" Harry asked, looking into my hazel eyes with his emerald ones intently.
"Thinking..."
"About?"
"Let's sit down," I told him, pulling back over to the love-seat I was sitting at a few moments before.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll show you."
I rewind the report I was watching about Harry and I, letting Harry listen to it and get his reaction.
"How did they get those pictures?" He looked at me, his brows furrowed with concentration.
"I don't know. I thought it was Jay, but I asked him and he said it wasn't him so I have no clue."
"Maybe he was lying?"
"No, he wouldn't do this," I told him, fiddling with his fingers in my lap.
"Alright, well it's okay. We'll figure this out," He said, pulling my body to his in a fierce embrace.
His smell, a mixture of mint and expensive cologne, wrapped around me, filling my nostrils with comfort and love. I don't know who decided to share our relationship with the world, but all I can do is hope it won't affect us in a bad way because Harry is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
We better figure this out soon, who knows what else these people have on us...
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A/N:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm so excited to continue this story once again after that break! Who do you think gave E! News those pictures? We shall see very soon! c:
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-India xx (@CozzyLourry)
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