Georgia Rose
3 Months Later
* 3 Months Later *
I hadn't exactly kept my end of the bargain. After the party, i saw him all the time... through tinted car windows, sunglasses but mainly just following, 10 steps behind. He never saw me again though, well at least he never saw Georgia Rose again.
When i got home from the party, 3 months ago now, i realised i'd gotten myself in too deep ALREADY. So i parted ways with Georgia and returned to being just Flick.
However, i've not trusted Daniel's advice since...
There have been no clues or dangers from 'The One Direction Hate Club', in fact Director Buyt was close to shutting down the mission until the head of the boys security asked to hold on for just another month, just to be sure.
I'm in the car following Harry on his way to the studio where they're recording their new album. Daniel and I have rented out an apartment on the opposite side of the street, that has a clear view into the studio room but we've also got access to the camera's inside the building but no audio. You should of seen them when we asked for audio.
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you and 'Nancy boy'?" Dan asks after about an hour of silence watching the building.
"No." i reply for the 100th time.
"I just want to know what you did to bum him up so badly. Like i'm not saying i knew him well before the party but the guys a strop." he continues, "like for a guy that's pretty much living the dream, look at him!" He points on the screen to where Harry is sitting with the boys and their management and the record label around the boardroom table. He doesn't say much the whole time, mainly nodding or shaking his head. His eyes grey rather than green, cold and slightly damaged. I try to convince myself it's not because of me.
**
The next day, the boys board a plane to Miami, Florida to record the first single music video of the upcoming album. Daniel and I board in economy class and away we go. Just as i'm settling in to watch my second movie, my eyes flicker up to the curtain that's just been opened. Harry's standing their in the gap waiting for the loo. For the briefest of seconds, our eyes meet before i quickly flash them away. I'm not sure if he is convinced it was me but he doesn't come and check.
As we're coming off the plain, i hear the screaming girls through the walls. The boys are directed to the back exit where there are cars waiting. We follow 10 steps behind and jump in our expecting car.
We remain in the shadows over the two days, always on the other side of the room from the boys. It was the most difficult time of my life.
For two days, i watched him running around the set in a loose button down shirt singing my name everywhere. It took everything for me to stop myself from running over there and telling him i was here.
I hadn't exactly kept my end of the bargain. After the party, i saw him all the time... through tinted car windows, sunglasses but mainly just following, 10 steps behind. He never saw me again though, well at least he never saw Georgia Rose again.
When i got home from the party, 3 months ago now, i realised i'd gotten myself in too deep ALREADY. So i parted ways with Georgia and returned to being just Flick.
However, i've not trusted Daniel's advice since...
There have been no clues or dangers from 'The One Direction Hate Club', in fact Director Buyt was close to shutting down the mission until the head of the boys security asked to hold on for just another month, just to be sure.
I'm in the car following Harry on his way to the studio where they're recording their new album. Daniel and I have rented out an apartment on the opposite side of the street, that has a clear view into the studio room but we've also got access to the camera's inside the building but no audio. You should of seen them when we asked for audio.
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you and 'Nancy boy'?" Dan asks after about an hour of silence watching the building.
"No." i reply for the 100th time.
"I just want to know what you did to bum him up so badly. Like i'm not saying i knew him well before the party but the guys a strop." he continues, "like for a guy that's pretty much living the dream, look at him!" He points on the screen to where Harry is sitting with the boys and their management and the record label around the boardroom table. He doesn't say much the whole time, mainly nodding or shaking his head. His eyes grey rather than green, cold and slightly damaged. I try to convince myself it's not because of me.
**
The next day, the boys board a plane to Miami, Florida to record the first single music video of the upcoming album. Daniel and I board in economy class and away we go. Just as i'm settling in to watch my second movie, my eyes flicker up to the curtain that's just been opened. Harry's standing their in the gap waiting for the loo. For the briefest of seconds, our eyes meet before i quickly flash them away. I'm not sure if he is convinced it was me but he doesn't come and check.
As we're coming off the plain, i hear the screaming girls through the walls. The boys are directed to the back exit where there are cars waiting. We follow 10 steps behind and jump in our expecting car.
We remain in the shadows over the two days, always on the other side of the room from the boys. It was the most difficult time of my life.
For two days, i watched him running around the set in a loose button down shirt singing my name everywhere. It took everything for me to stop myself from running over there and telling him i was here.
11/25/13