Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

30

"Harry, Harry!" The paparazzi calls out. Lights flash, nearly blinding me. I cower behind Harry, who seems to be too used to the attention.

I make sure to keep my distance. We don't want the media to get it twisted. I am just his personal assistant.

We finally get into the car and the noises stop. "Are you okay?" Is the first thing Harry asks.

I nod, overwhelmed by the attention.

"I don't know how they found the hotel. I'm going to have to up security." He grunts, frustratedly.

I look down at my notifications.

Unknown: The contract looks pretty good. There are a couple of things I'd want to explain to you.

Unknown: This is Louis by the way.

I text back, thanking him. We can set up a meeting time later.

"Harry," I ask. He looks up from the window. "Why don't you stay at your mom's place?"

"I'd rather not."

"Why though?" I pry.

He sighs, knowing I won't give up. "Well, once you leave your house for good, you can only stand your family for so long. They begin to irritate you. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but I rather not see them 24/7."

I nod, not understanding the feeling. I have a couple friends who felt the same way when coming back home from college for break. I guess it's similar.

"Okay, well don't you have your own place?"

"Yes, but it would be a lot harder to see you. I'm not going to abandon you in the middle of a new country."

That makes sense. Besides, I can't be living with him. It'll look too suspicious.

"Is this about the money?" He asks. "Because I want you to stop worrying about that."

I sigh, knowing I can't.

The rest of the ride is silent. Harry is back to having a driver, which makes it hard to have privacy. You can't really trust anyone.

He's on his phone the whole time. I look out the window, trying to figure out where everything is directionally. We pass a couple of foreign stores, like Nandos.

I begin to daydream. If Harry and I were to be together, would be live here? I don't know how I feel about that. I still have so much life to live, things to see. I want to go to college. Harry has so much more to do with his career. It wouldn't be fair to either of us.

The car halts to a stop and the driver gets out. He goes around and opens my door. I thank him, and Harry slides out after me.

I can't tell where we are. It seems like an office building, but there's no sign to indicate it.

"I'm recording a show today," he explains. It doesn't seem like a set from outside, but the inside is a completely different look. There's a stage and a whole section for the audience. We walk down a long hallway. Someone passes me a lanyard with a pass on it. I put it around my head.

A nice lady leads us to a back room and explains something to Harry. Everything seems to be moving so fast.

He's gestures me to sit while he reads through a bunch of papers.

"I'm going to casually mention that I have a new assistant." He informs me. I nod, knowing it'll be a good idea. The faster the word gets out, the less speculation.

"Harry, they're ready for you," a young man calls out. He tells them he's coming, gives me a kiss on the forehead, and leaves.

There's a TV in the room that shows everything that's being recorded. There's no audience so I'm assuming it's not going to be a live showing.