In between

T W O

I have been traveling along on this tour with Harry for a little over week now and I love seeing how happy he is, living the dream. Makes me happy to see him smiling.

I'm in the bus alone right now, trying to figure out weather I should go to the store for groceries or just live on Pop Tarts.

To be honest I'm kind of bored right now, Harry is on the stage and I just saw him perform yesterday so today I decided to skip the show although he is amazing and his performances are always unique.

I hear my stomach growling and sighing get out of the bus, the nearest grocery shop should be like ten minute walk away.

I arrive to the store, I still haven't figured out what to cook probably something simple like pasta and tomato sauce.

I walk around the store looking for ingredients as I hear someone calling my name.

"Ms. Alona? Brie Alona, excuse me?"

I turn around to see a man with camera.

"Can I help you?" I ask politely

"How is the life on tour with super star? Is there maybe proposition coming? Give us the inside." He holds the camera to my face and I come to a realization that he is a paparazzi.

I have only been approached by a pap when I have been with Harry and now I feel strange and confused.

I try to walk away feeling anxious about the man who keeps walking behind me bombing me with questions.

"There has been a rumor that this whole relationship is fake? What do you have to say to people spreading that word?" He asks

"Go fuck yourself." I snap and instantly regret that.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Harry had specifically told to be patient and kind, and just avoid the personality questions. God damn it why couldn't I just say that the rumors were fake? What is wrong with me.

As I'm panicking in my head the paparazzi has taken off, finally.

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Back in the tour bus, I'm sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone and eating the pasta I had made as I hear the door open.

"Hey babe." Harry smiles sitting next to me.

"You want food? There's still some left on the table." I point at the pan.

"Oh, thank you, I'm starving." He gets up.

We sit on the couch together talking. I remember the paparazzi incident but for some reason I decide to leave it out of the conversation.

It wasn't big deal and I felt like and asshole for snapping at the man like that, so what's the point talking about it.

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Next day

I wake up and peek through the bunk curtain to see if Harry's up yet. But the bus is silent.

I quietly get up and tip toe to get my phone, trying not to wake anyone up. I want to let Harry sleep, cause he has another show tonight, so let the boy get some energy.

I look through my messages, or the two I have gotten, one from my mom and one from my best friend back at home, both of them asking how's it going.

It's only 7.15am, but I bet there's still something going on in the world I think and search news.

My heart stops when I see my name on the head line.