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Chapter 26

The knock at the door let me know that Kyle was here. I had been sitting around anxiously waiting for him to get here. He wouldn't tell me what had happened over the phone, regardless of how relentlessly I had been pestering him.

Harry was sat on the bed, glancing over me at me ever so often. I could feel him staring at me sometimes, and half the time I found myself staring back at him too.

We looked at each other quickly before I got up to answer the door, revealing an equally as anxious Kyle on the other side.

"Hi, Harry," he said curtly, before leading me towards the other end of the room, out of earshot.

"So? You know what happened?" I asked him, tapping my foot on the floor.

"I do. They actually came forward to me privately before I even had a chance to address all of them on the plane. They've been dismissed already," he informs me.

"You dismissed them? SO it was someone from our team? Who was it?"

"Claire. From hair and makeup. Heaven knows why she'd do something this stupid, did you two ever have any arguments? Hostility?"

"No! I rarely even spoke to her! I was close with Melissa - and sort of Stevie! I barely even spoke to Claire or Hannah, except to make small talk during makeup - I'm really confused?"

"You don't happen to know anyone by the name of Katie, do you? It's probably nothing at all, just a name she mentioned before she was escorted off of the plane, I just thought I'd check with you before we wrap this thing up."

I think he was expecting me to say no. I wish I was able to say no. But I wasn't going to lie to him, and in fact there was a Katie, directly relevant to me and Harry.

"Unfortunately I do know someone called Katie. She's Harry's ex girlfriend and she's caused problems for us before. Massive problems. From how Harry described her, she doesn't sound like my biggest fan at all," I explain to him, looking back over at Harry who was now watching something or other on the TV.

"Well, crap. That wasn't the answer I had been looking for. In that case, stay in your room unless I tell you to come out, I'll be back soon to tell you the new plan for tomorrow, okay? I'm going to sort all of this out, alright? "

"I can't come out of my room at all?"

"Sophie - you are every single journalist's dream target right now - they don't know what hotel you're staying at yet, and I want to keep it that way for as long as possible. Promise me you'll stay here? Please?"

I sighed. Tour was supposed to be the best time of my life, yet bad things kept cropping up. "Alright, fine. Oh, and I was meant to ask - is my therapist coming over today?"

"Oh! Yes! Her name is Dr Aspen, and she'll be over later tonight. I've given her your room number, so she'll call up ahead. She has a Scottish accent, it's not hard to mistake. I'll speak to you later," he said quickly, bringing me in for a rushed hug before yelling a quick goodbye to Harry, then leaving the room.

"So?" He asked, meeting me halfway. "What happened? Who did it?"

"Well - the actual person to go to the press was Claire, one of my makeup artists-"

"Why do you sound like that? What else happened?" He pressed. There was no point even trying to hide it from I'm, because he could always see right through me.

"Because - look. This could be a complete coincidence, yeah? Bear that in mind. But apparently Claire said something to Kyle about someone called Katie - and well, I don't know, I just told him about your Katie, so he said it was worth looking in to. I'm absolutely positive it's probably fine, you know? Just being safe is all."