Undercover

Chapter IV - Berlin 《Part 1》

To avoid any confusion, this is before the story happens. When Harry and Selena meet in Berlin :) Don't forget to comment, I love reading them so much!!

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It was all very simple. I come here, I dress up, I smile at the cameras, watch the fashion show and then spend the rest of the evening alone in a hotelroom. That's how it is and that's how it's always going to be. I know it's part of my job and I love it, but I just hate being alone at these kind of events. Especially after having a huge fight with your boyfriend -correction- ex-boyfriend.

It wasn't really a fight, it was more me crying, yelling and throwing things at him. Oh, don't judge me. You would have too if you found out your boyfriend of four years had cheated on you. Not once, not twice, but four times and not with one model, not with two, but seven models. Seven!

"It was an accident!" he had said. An accident? So he just kind of just accidentally slipped, fell and thrust his dick into her? Seven times?

They say lust is powerful and makes you do things you regret later, an excuse used by men and women and it disgusts me that some people believe them. The only thing more powerful than lust is love. Love makes people happy, love causes depression, love even kills. Love is dangerous yet sweet. Love is mysterious yet oh-so obvious. Love is what keeps people believing and love is what makes people stop believing. Love is hard to find yet so easy to spot. Love is endless.

Something that seemed to lack in our relationship.

I thought I was in love, but the truth is that I was under a spell. A spell put on me by him. And it only took one wrong move to break that spell. I feel like all this time I had a pink, magical fog in front of my eyes, blurring the truth. But suddenly I can see clear again. The truth hit me so hard, I have bruises and scars on my heart.

They say time heals, but you know what really heals? Letting it out. So I cried. For hours, and not did I stop even once. Seven hours of crying and breaking everything he ever touched.

Including me

I was standing in the hall of a hotel. A hotel close to a stadium here in Berlin. After the whole fight, I couldn't bear to be in L.A anymore. I guess somehow I felt like escaping. I had a midnight flight to Berlin but instead I took a flight that was sooner.

So now I'm standing in the hall and I have no idea why. Some part of me doesn't want to go to sleep, wake up and go back to L.A. Another part wants to go to sleep out of exhaustion.

Instead I look at one of the many beautiful vases next to my hotelroom door as I remember being in Berlin with Justin. I remember the fun we had and tears prickle my eyes again. A mixture of pain and anger rises in me and I push the vase. I watch as it shatters into beautifully sharp pieces on the floor and I fall down on the ground. I rest my back against the wall and start crying.

Suddenly, a door opens but my sight was too blurry to see who it was. A deep voice asks me if I'm okay. I don't respond so the person bows down in front of me, putting us in a face-to-face position. I didn't recognize him until I stared into his green eyes. Harry Styles... "Are you okay?" He repeated his words.

I wiped away my tears, almost sure that mascara had run down my face. "I'm swell."

He offered me a hand and I took it.

"Look at the mess I made." I said. Harry looked at the shattered vase and then at me. "I'd ask you to explain but I think it's quite obvious."

"Obvious?"