"How did they find out?"
Harry looked at me with a very serious expression on his face. His green eyes swam with hurt and betrayal. I wanted to reassure him everything would be fine, but I couldn't. Now when I was the one hurting him.
"Harry I don't know. I didn't tell anyone about us I swear! One of the boys must have told someone. Maybe people just found out and told the press for money."
"It wasen't any one the lads Eva. I already asked. And as for some low life wanting attention...I don't know."
He looked down at his hands. All I wanted to do then and there was to run into his strong, protective arms and just stay there. Forever. Well maybe not there in his living room but somewhere far away. Off in the country somewhere where people and the press can't find us. But that was a long shot.
"Harry, what am I supposed to do? Tell me and I will do anything. If you want me to take the first plane back to America fine! If you don't want me to stay at your place I can rent a hotel room or stay with Louis and Eleanor. I don't want you to be on the cover of every magazine in London for a negative reason. I love you and I don't want your social status to come down because of me. I don't want the boys getting hammered either. Please, what can I do?"
I stayed quit and let him think. Harry didn't like being the one to make the big decisions in our relationship. Sure he had his say, but he didn't like making the final say in things. Eventually, he looked up at me and started into my blue eyes.
"Hun, you know I love you. I would go to the ends of the earth and back to make you happy. But this is out of my hands now. So I want you to go."
I stared at Harry. Disbelief hit me like a slap in the face.
"Go? Baby you have to be more specific than that. Go where?"
His eyes filled with tears as he sat down on the couch.
"Anywhere but here. I want you to pack your things and go home. But I don't want you to come back. I want you to tell everyone that this was set up by management and that we didn't really love each other. The paparazzi will follow you around for a week or two, but if you stick to the story, then they will leave you alone and you can get back to your normal life. Your life before you met me."
The world, literally, crashed around me. Time stopped. My heart felt like someone had yanked it out of my chest and stabbed it over and over again. All the memories I had with Harry played in a blurry images in my mind, like I was watching a movie but was fast forwarding. The time I first met him at a met-and-greet for the band. I was just a fan. One of the millions who attended their "Take Me Home" concert. I knew I would probably never see him again after this. We ended up staying at the same hotel and both had trouble with our room keys. I saw him at the clerks desk asking for a new key when I approached him. I told him I was at his concert and that I had seen him earlier that day. He looked at me with an intense stare, his green eyes looking up and down my body.
Finally, he smiled and asked if I wanted something warm to drink. He bought us hot chocolate and we talked to each other even after our keys were fixed. He brought me up to his suit and introduced me to Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam. We all sat in the king sized bed, me squeezed between Liam and Harry, and had a Lord of the Rings movie marathon and Niall almost set the room on fire trying to pop pop-corn. Harry had walked me back to my room and said that that night was one of the best nights of his life. I woke up the next morning to find a note under my door. Harry said they had to fly over to Germany early that morning but he wanted to keep in touch. He left his phone number, email, twitter, and Skype information. We talked for months, video chatting, texting, and calling each other, but he said it wasen't enough. He wanted to see me in person again. By that time, I had flown from London back to my home in Richmond, Virginia. I didn't think I was ever going to see Harry again until he showed up at my front door that cold, December night. His nose was pink from the icy wind and his eyes sparkled when I opened the door. We had been going out ever since. Until now.
"Eva? Love are you all right?"
Harry's voice shook me out of my day dream. A look of concern spread across his face.
"Ok." I whispered. "But I want you to FedEx the rest of my things back to my house. I'm not in the mood for packing."
I grabbed my coat and ran out of Harry's flat.
"Eva! No, babe come back! You don't have to leave now you can take as long as you like! This doesn't have to end this quickly!"
But I was already out the door. I blindly found the keys to my car and stuck them in the ignition. I drove until I was a few blocks away from his place. Then I just sat. I was done. I could feel it inside of me. Tears where streaming uncontrollably down my face and I called the wrong number twice before I got in touch with Louis. I asked for Eleanor and as soon as I heard her voice on the other end, I burst into even more tears. I didn't even think I could do that.
"Eva, don't move! I'm on my way, I'll ask Lou to call Harry and see how he's doing. I'm coming to get you. I don't want you driving."
Eleanor was like the older sister I never had. She protected me from the paparazzi and the rumors people spread about Harry and I because she and Louis had gone through the same thing. We had a special relationship because both of our boyfriends had girls throwing themselves at them all the time. We had jokes and little things we say to each other about it to make it seem funny. Though all I could think about right now was Harry and how I should probably turn the heat on in my car because it was freezing outside. It took about twenty minutes for her to find my car. Louis was there too and said he would drive my car back to Harry's when he went to go talk to him. I hopped in the car with Eleanor and she drove me back to her and Louis apartment. As soon as we walked through the door, I ran to the room Zayn, Niall, Liam, Harry, and I shared when ever one of us came over to visit. I rushed pasted a confused Niall as I slammed the door shut and through his things off the bed and crawled under the covers. I took out my iPod and put "Little Things" on repeat and let the voices of five singing angels sing me to sleep and the memories faded aways with every note.
