He Is Broken. // H.S.

24~Fireworks and Hyperventilations

23~Fireworks and Hyperventilations

Everest's POV

"Thank you, ma'am!" The middle-aged man says to me, his smile big and bright. "Enjoy your fireworks and have a great 4th of July!"

"Thank you!" I politely say to him. He hands me the bag filled with my choice of fireworks and several sparklers, giving him a small wave as I exit the small fireworks store.

Today is 4th of July, or Independence Day, and the whole town is hyped up about the national holiday. So thankfully, It didn't take me long to find a small fireworks stand.

As I walk out of the building, a small group of paparazzi capture a few shots of me, following me all the way to my car until I climbed in. A few of them ask me several questions--mainly about Harry and I--but I ignore them all, just wanting to get the heck out of here. I place the large bag in the backseat and pull out of the parking lot as fast as I could.

My stomach still hurts from yesterday when Louis came over. We basically ate all the food he had purchased before coming to my house. Although, we were successful in finishing all three movies. We laughed, we screamed, we cheered, we gushed, we frustratingly sighed, and we may or may not have shed a few tears. It was nice having someone around, someone to watch movies and eat junk food with, y'know. It was late when he left and I was a surprised no one knew he was at my house. Why couldn't that have been the same for Harry when he was here? Like, what the heck. And I even scrolled through my feed on Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr, and found absolutely nothing! Is there like a secret or...

I quickly turn into the mall's parking lot, shifting the gear into park once I found a fairly close parking spot. I put on my black fedora and hide my eyes behind a pair of Ray-Bans, pulling my cardigan tighter around me even though it's like ninety-somethin' degrees outside. I head straight for Express once I walk through the automatic doors and plan on purchasing a cute, sophisticated dress as fast as I could before anyone notices I'm here.

Okay, so it's obvious I'm going to be noticed by someone because of the attention I've been getting lately (duh!), but I hope it won't turn into a huge crowd of people.

Here goes nothing.

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I hurriedly walk out of Express, leaving the store in success. It's a Stella McCartney black and silver dress, with a view of trees on the front as the design. I'm pretty stoked about tomorrow, seeing everyone together, having dinner, sharing conversations and laughs with one another. It'll be fun, I know it.

Just when I make it outside, with an odd relief of no one seeing me, two girls began to make their way towards, their expressions full of shock and excitement mixed together. Poop.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! You're Everest Milestone!" One girl screeched, pointing her trembling index fingers at me. Her hair is pulled up in a tight ponytail, her big blue eyes are nearly bulging out of their eye sockets, and her whole body seems to be shaking along with her friend who stands beside her completely speechless.

I gave her a sweet smile and a light laugh. "Yes, I guess I am," I tease her. She looks around fourteen or fifteen and same for her friend, who is clearly baffled by the way she's staring me. Okay, I have to admit this is freaking me out a little.

"I'm Miranda, and this is, Abby. We're big fans of the show by the way!"

"Well, nice to meet you, Miranda and Abby." I say, smiling an ear-to-ear smile.

"Omg, can you please take a picture with us!?" Miranda asks with a rush of excitement.

"Sure, sweetie," I politely say. Her right hand fishes out her phone from her purse. "Mom, can you take the picture, please?" I didn't even notice her--who I assume is her mom--standing behind the two girls. She gladly takes the girl's iPhone and both girls excitedly shuffle their way beside me on each side. I put my arms around their shoulders and plaster a warm smile across my face. I hear about five clicks go off all at once and the girls begin to pull away from me, Miranda retrieving for her phone. "Also, if you don't mind, can you sign the back of my phone case?"