His Secret Bodyguard

Part 10

Harry kept his head down, walking behind me. They were taking a ton of pictures and immediately started yelling questions at Harry, each one entirely indistinguishable from the others.

I motioned for them to move, and they cleared a pathway. Harry followed me closely, and I pulled the door open. There was a security guard there. I moved out of the way, letting Harry go in. I pulled out my black card and showed the guard. He nodded, letting me in and shutting the door behind me.

I put the card back in my pocket. "That's going to be a mess. You can delete all of it though, right? Before it gets too out of hand?" Harry asked as we walked down the hallway. "I wish. I don't have my computer with me." I replied, running a hand through my hair.

"Damn." He muttered. His phone started ringing, and he reached in his pocket, grabbing it. He'd taken his sunglasses off, but left the hoodie up.

"Hey Jeff, where are you?" He asked, glancing in my direction. Jeff was saying something on the other line.. "Yeah, we're already here. Had to go through a wall of press, but we made it inside." He explained as we turned down another hallway.

"Wait what? Why?" He asked. I grabbed his phone, putting it on speaker. "—wanted an interview. This is the only available time you have. She'll be quick about it." Jeff said. "Okay. And she's in the dressing room?" Harry asked. "Yes. Now, I gotta go. I'll be a little late, but you know the routine." He said, hanging up.

"Great.. Ok." He muttered, pushing open the door to the dressing room. There was a woman sitting on the couch with a notepad and a pen. She stood up, and Harry shook her hand. "Hi, how are you?" He asked, smiling. "I'm doing well, thank you." She replied, returning the smile.

She turned to me, and I decided I should probably pretend to be friendly. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Sandra Wilson with GQ magazine." She stated. "Brynn Matthews." I said, shaking her outstretched hand. Harry was watching me, and it took me a minute to realize he never knew my name..

She glanced in Harry's direction, then back at me. "Oh, right. Sorry, I probably should've mentioned that I work for Harry. I'm his personal trainer." I lied, knowing I was technically still supposed to be secret security..

"Ohh, okay that makes sense now. I wasn't quite sure.. But anyway, we can dive right into the questions if you're ready." She commented, turning back to Harry, who nodded. I sat across the room by the mirrors, while they sat on the couch.

I listened to a few of the questions, quickly realizing Harry had heard them all a million times, and knew all the answers. It took a long time; about an hour.

Once they were done, she left, and Harry walked over, sitting in the chair next to mine, facing me. I was texting Jeff back about the pictures from the hotel last night..

"You never told me your name." He commented. "You didn't ask." I stated, not looking up from my phone. "And technically, you never introduced yourself either." I said. He grabbed my phone, taking it from me. I looked at him. "I recommend you give that back before I hurt you." I threatened.

"What's wrong with you? I've been nothing but nice to you, and you're still mean to me." He stated, putting my phone in his back pocket. I sent him an annoyed look. "Because we aren't friends, and I don't want to be." I replied. "That's not an excuse to be this mean to someone." He commented. "It's whatever I want it to be." I said. "No, it's not. What's the point of doing that?" He asked.

"To get people to leave me alone." I answered. "So then how'd you ever get a boyfriend? You know, since you obviously had one." He questioned. "Or is he the one that made you this way?" He asked.

"Could you stop? Maybe I don't want to tell you about my life. I don't know you." I stated. "Ok, well then I'll talk about myself." He said. He then proceeded to go into great detail of everything I already knew. He went on and on about it, for probably twenty minutes before I held my hand up. "Stop. Please just stop. I already know all of this.  I work behind the scenes, remember? I know everything." I stated.

"No. You only know what the world sees. You don't actually know me." He commented. "And I don't want to." I replied. He rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to say something, when the door opened.

"Thank god. Harry, what the hell are you doing? It's 6:00. Doors open in thirty minutes." Jeff stated. Harry turned back to face me. "We're finishing this conversation later." He said, getting up. "No, we're not." I replied, glaring at him.

Jeff gave me a look, and then rushed Harry out the door. I sighed, leaning back against the chair. It took me a minute to realize he still had my phone. I swear I hate this guy...