The Journalist

Chapter Eight

I went for a run early the next morning on the beach even though I was still jet lagged. I was walking back to my room after when I saw Harry knocking on my door.

“Can I help you?” I asked. He turned and looked at me. I suddenly regretted my decision to only wear my neon pink sports bra and shorts. I really needed to stop buying pink things.

“Uh, Claire wanted to know if you wanted to come to breakfast with us.” He looked down at his shoes.

“Okay. I’ll be right there.” He nodded and then quickly left. I quickly showered and changed and then joined them for breakfast.

“So how long have you lived in New York?” Liam asked. We were sitting outside with Harry and Claire for breakfast and Liam was the first to say something.

“Most of my life. I love it there.”

“More than California?”

“Definitely, everywhere else seems to move too slow compared to New York.” Liam chuckled.

“I always did like New York the best when we were touring. Remember way back then Harry?” Harry looked over from where he was sitting with Claire. She was practically in his lap.

“What?” He asked, looking up from his whispered conversation with Claire. Liam rolled his eyes.

“Never mind.” Liam said. I giggled before I could help myself. I wrote a few things down on my notepad and went back to talking to Liam.

“Why don’t you use a computer to write?”

“I do, eventually. I like handwriting my articles first just so I can get all my thoughts down quickly.”

“I do the same when I write songs.”

Our food came and I picked up my fork and took a bite of my eggs. Liam and Harry had gotten pancakes and I wasn’t surprised to see Claire had gotten a smoothie and nothing else. Harry ignored his food and focused on Claire.

“I hope you don’t mind my asking but most people don’t want to talk to me because I’m a journalist. Why are you?”

“You seem like a good person and I pity anyone who has to watch them over there for a living.” I smiled and looked over. They were kissing now and I quickly looked away.

“Are they always like this?”

“Of course.” I rolled my eyes.

“I feel very unprofessional right now but wow.” Liam smiled.

“Good luck.” He said. “They won’t stop for at least another 3 hours.”