Carolina - H.S.

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Soon enough the fans started piecing it together. Clever people they are. I'll give them that.

Everything I had said at the interview corresponded with his song, confirming it was about me. I absolutely hated this publicity.

I didn't want to be known as just the girl who made Harry 'feel good'. I wanted to create my own image of myself, without the help of anyone else.

Plus, some of the fans can be quite brutal with the insults. I've had to limit the comments on all of my Instagram posts, and I've pretty much been steering clear of all other social media platforms as well.

Others are starting to 'ship' us or whatever, and I'll be honest, it's amazing how dedicated they are to him.

I didn't even think he'd remembered me, but that night impacted him so much that he wrote a whole song about it.

I thought I was just one of his conquests, but clearly, it meant more to him than that. He even recalled some of the things that we spoke about in his song. He'd actually cared to listen, unlike most of the people I've been with.

He was like a breath of fresh air.

He has a kind heart. I'll give him that.

He managed to get my number somehow and called multiple times, probably because he too realized that I was the girl he spoke about in the song. And he has obviously seen the media's stories regarding the situation.

I'd been ignoring his calls due to the fact that I didn't want to deal with him and his bubbly personality right now. I just knew it would drive me crazy.

Harry's POV

I can't believe it's her.

I only knew her in my daydreams, I lived for the memory but she was just in my head. And after all this time, she was right in front of me, I never even noticed.

I'd contacted Jeffrey, my manager, asking him to help me find her phone number. I've tried to call her numerous times, to no avail. She must be busy, or just flat out ignoring me, either way, I wouldn't know what to say. It's about 1:32 and I'm not sure how else to reach her, so I send my assistant for coffee while I wait for a call back.

Hailey's POV

After about a day of thinking about how I should handle this, I finally come to the conclusion of giving him a call just so he will quit his incessant nagging. As I dial his number, all of the nerves start rushing back, warming my skin once again, and I begin to panic. But before I can get into my own head, I hear his deep English accent drawl into my ears, sending chills down my spine.

Hearing him instantly calms my nerves. "Finally! Why've you been ignoring me?" He sounds annoyed, but I can tell he's trying his best to hide it.

"I haven't been ignoring you, I have no clue what you're talking about." I lie through my teeth.

"Yes you have, but anyway, I think we should talk."

He suggested that we meet at some place called "The Beachwood Café" for breakfast and to talk about him releasing Carolina. I'm also silently praying for him to provide the answers to my many unanswered questions. The next morning I take a shower, curl my hair, and put on some black ripped jeans, a black lace top, and grab my favorite leather jacket.

Considering I'm a model, I suppose I should try to look put together when I leave the house, even though I'd much rather be in a hoodie and sweats right now.

I mean come on, who actually likes being in tight jeans and a heavy leather jacket?

Not me. That's for sure.