Harry H.S

fourteen

Harry insisted on hanging out the whole day in which I obviously did not decline though now, he wanted to hang out in public. Like literal public, no hiding, no hats, but out in the open with his fans and everything. I stared at him, unsure if he was serious or not. Especially after his little phone call, I wanted to talk to him about it but then he'll find out that I eavesdropped and that is literally the worst thing one can do, when he left the room to have some privacy.

"Are you sure? We don't- I mean we can just stay in and eat take out it'll be just as fun," I offered, as I got back from the bathroom from showering and changing to new clothes. Now in my apartment as he waited in my room as I get ready.

"No I'm sure," he said, throwing his phone on my bed, he let out a deep breath lying down on my bed. "You sure, you sure?" I asked, looking at the mirror to study my outfit, which consisted of blue bell bottoms and a white tight long sleeved top. My hair up in a bun as always, I decided to at least try on my face and put on blush and brows, and maybe a little bit of mascara.

"You done?" he asked, before looking up at me, I nodded my head slipping on some random sandals I found by the door. "Let's go then," he said, pulling me out.

Harry called his security asking for at least one guard to stay close, but not too close that they were breathing on our backs. It was weird, to have another guy wearing all black just following close by, it made me uneasy, it's not like anything bad would happen so why need a bodyguard.

Harry's arm made its way around my waist pulling me next to him as we exit the apartment, it took at least three minutes before fans started spotting him. Every time we were stopped, I'd stand back and sometimes offer to take the picture. Some girls asking me who I was, telling them I was just a friend.

Not going to lie, but this absolutely sucks ass, I mean we went out to hang out yet here we are bombarded by fans. He looked at me with an apologetic smile, as I shook my head no mouthing to him that it was fine. I stood by Tom, the only security we are with. I learned more about him as everytime Harry was approached we'd step back and talk a little, sometimes him leaving me too and pulling Harry away from a groping fan.

After at least twenty stops, we finally made it. We are now sat in front of a little resto-bar, he personally picked to be sat outside. I looked at him with confused face wondering why he wants to be out in the public all of a sudden.

"Will that be it?" the waiter asked, as Harry nodded his head. We both ordered burgers and fries.

"Why do you want to be in the public all of a sudden?" I asked, as soon as two fans left. "Because I wanted to show you off," he said, which yes made my heart flutter but I'm still slightly mad though. I'm okay with not being showed off if that means I get to actually spend time with him instead of being an assistant.

"Yeah right," I muttered sipping my strawberry lemonade. "Do you not like it?" he pouted, his hand resting on mine.

"It's not that, it's just that you can't really expect us to hang out if you were bombarded by fans all the damn time," I answered. "Well if you can't handle this and start being a bitch about it then I suggest for you to just leave. Don't fuck with a celebrity if you can't handle the things that comes with it, " he snapped, I looked at him in confusion, shocked at what he just said. I mean we aren't together, but there was something between us, definitely. I was also shocked to see how quickly he changed, he reminded me of Elliot.

"Are you fucking serious?" I cussed for the first time talking to him, I leaned back sarcastically laughing. "Wow, what's wrong with you?" I asked, before standing up really about to leave. He held my arm, stopping me from going. I turned ready to hear him ask for forgiveness. His eyes held no emotion, but deep inside he obviously cared.

"You forgot your purse," he said pointing at the purse on the table, I scoffed grabbing my purse. I pushed Tom aside, before exiting the place. I walked and walked until I reached the cafe I always go to whenever I want to be alone, the place where I met Elliot.

"Oh hello, going alone today?" the same guy asked, I looked at his name tag, Jeremy.

"Yeah," I laughed lightly, I am alone last time I fucking checked Jeremy. "Same as last?" he asked, in which I nodded my head. He punched a couple of numbers before saying that it was on the house, I insisted on paying but he paid for it regardless.

I sat at the very back, away from all the people. I looked at my lap, before my order was called. I grabbed my items and leaving the cafe and walked my way to a bench in front of the boardwalk. Suddenly it had gotten cloudy, my whole body slouched, droplets of water dropped before my whole body became drenched of it. The rain was loud, everything around me seemed dull, even the once picture perfect shipyard was chaotic and all I could see was the ugliness of it.

There's this odd feeling in me, I can't quite described. It was foreign, I was unsure to what it was. But I sobbed everything out. I pulled my knees closer to my chest unsure of what to do and what I am feeling. I felt lonely. I felt as if I've done everything but did not. It's awful. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. I looked at my phone to see notifications after notifications from my sister, she sent me links but I did not bother to look at it.

I finally reached home after ages of crying outside, I ran to our apartment not wanting to have a trail of water behind me and making anyone slip.

"Where have you been?" my sister asked as soon as I entered the apartment. I didn't say anything but pulled her into a hug, as I gave up on her crying and sobbing all my might. "Why are you crying?" she asked, pulling me down on the sofa with her as Niall look at me dumbfounded.

"Did he do anything?" she asked in which I shook my head no. "Then what?"

"I don't know," I sobbed.

My heart ached and so did every inch of my body. I'm unaware of what I am reacting to, I'm not sure if it was because Harry snapped at me or if it was because I know that Harry has to leave knowing that we won't ever end up together. It hurts to know this, but it's the reality. It's like kill or be killed. It sucks liking a guy way too much knowing it will lead to nothing, and that's what we were.

"Here, look," my sister shoved me her laptop, as at least fifteen tabs open. With Harry being the main topic, all followed by Mystery Girl or New Girl, with the rest being about Harry leaving the resto by himself. A picture of me leaving him popped up, as a tear escaped my eye.

"Is this why you are crying?" she asked, as Niall just watch the whole thing. I nodded my head.