Chapter 4

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I woke up the next morning and got Alex up to bring him to his apartment and myself to work. Today i had a meeting, i didn't know who but it was for a music video they want me to be featured in. I got to the factory and said hello to the receptionist and went to my office.

I got a call from Cece (the receptionist) saying my 1 o'clock was here i told her to send them in. About two minutes later i saw a two men and five guys. When they got into my office i immediatly reconized Harry. The men greeted them selves and as well as the boys and i greeted myself an brought them to the confrense room in the next room.

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 After the meeting i went back to my office. Before i could enter the room, Harry called me.

"(Y/N)!"

i spun around to face him

"I didn't know you were a wakeboarder or a professional at that."

"Yeah i am"

"Well maybe yo could teach me sometime?"

"Sure, if you have time we coiuld use the wave machine and i could teach you now?"

"Sure let me tell the boys"

"Ok"

After about and hour of him failing at wakeboarding i decided to have some fun. I cranked the machine onto high and he went sailing back. We both started laughing.

"You know (Y/N), your really fun to be around"

"Thanks Harry. So are you"

We walked back to my office after getting changed and we started chatting and talking about our pasts. I told him about all the moves i made and about the summers with my mom besides the 2016 one. I told about my moms drinking problem.

"So (Y/N), what brings you to good-ole London?"

"Trying to get away from pitty and out of New York"

"What do you mean 'pitty' ?"

"When i was 16, me and my best friend Janey were at my moms. My mom was drunk and mad. She shot me and my Janey. Janey didn't make it but i did. I felt terrible and i never forgave and never will forgive my mom. Janey's parents were mad at me for awhile but soon the forgave because they realised that i wasn't to blame. When i went back to Texas, everyone heard about it and took pitty upon me. Me and my dad moved back to Saratoga to escape it but that didn't work. Everyone there knew. When i went back to school people treated me different like i was some piece of fragile art work. So when i graduated and turned 18 i moved out here and built another industry.'

He looked at me with sorry eyes

"I'm sorry (Y/N). You shouldn't have gone through that"

"Thanks"

"Wait so your 18"

"Yeah. I hope that doesn't make you treat me differently. I pretty mature for my age and i live like im 30."

He chuckled "It won't" 

"Well Harry, It was nice tallking"

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