"I was going to ask her to marry me," I said, tears welling up in my eyes all over again. Bobby stepped forward, looking at the ring I had custom made for Johanna.
"This is- unbelievable," he said, running his finger across the smooth silver. I snapped the box shut when he moved his hand, and stood up. I didn't know what to do. I would have never expected something like this to happen. My sadness immediately turned into anger; the type of anger where you want to knock over dressers, overturn beds, and completely destroy a room in a matter of minutes.
"We really have to get going," Bobby said softly. Being about three inches taller, I lowered my head to look down into his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked coldly.
"The flight to Atlanta." I shook my head, and chuckled sarcastically.
"The only flight I'm getting on is the one back to New York." I started frantically packing all of my clothes back into my bags.
"Wait," he said. I ignored him, putting the ring box in my pocket, and puling out the rolling suitcase handle. "Harry, we have like twenty plus more shows," Bobby said. I huffed and turned around to him quickly, gritting my teeth.
"If you think for one second I'm choosing to do these shows over the life of Johanna, you're insane. Now I'm going back to New York, with or without you," I said. "Are you coming?" He looked around, and then at his watch. I heard him mumble a swear word, then pull out his phone.
"Let's go," Bobby said, dialing Randall's number. We made our way to the hotel elevators by the time he picked up his phone. When Bobby told him what was going on he asked to talk to me.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Styles, what the hell," he said coldly.
"Look, we can just post pone the shows, we really have to go," My stomach dropped once more, thinking about why we were canceling the shows in the first place.
"I have told you this before. You can't be seen in public with Red. She'll ruin your career. I don't care where she is."
"You can't fucking talk to me like that," I said, raising my voice in the elevator.
"If you cancel these shows for her," he paused for a second, "then I won't pursue you any further. Eighth and L will get a new lead singer."
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Romance*Harry Styles* "Hanna!" I screamed, trying to open the door to the black Range Rover. I ran over to the passenger side door that was just being closed, and I ripped it out of the man's grip. "Let her GO," I demanded, even louder now. The guy had tat...
