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Hey Jude I & II

Aftermath

It's on the tip of my tongue. Three simple words that I'm afraid are too soon to spare. My face is glowing, mostly due to the tears that I can't seem to keep at bay. When I look in the mirror at my glistening cheeks and bold red lips, I giggle and keep crying, replaying Harry's interview in my head. I have my back facing the entryway, to buy me a couple of seconds before he sees me, I'm such an emotional mess.

“What color is it Lou, black?” I hear his voice only a few feet away. “A black cosmetic bag. . .” he mumbles.

His footsteps lead right to me. The pause sends a chill right down my spine as I look over my shoulder. His frame is already leaning to the side, trying to figure out who I am, I assume. In a split second, his worried appearance switches into complete shock and awe.

“Surprise,” I articulate weakly.

“You were here all along?” he whispers and opens his arms as he walks towards me.

I throw myself in his chest and wrap my arms around his waist. He's holding me so tight, breathing in my neck and softly moaning before letting me go.

“Baby, why are you cryin'?” He worries and cups my face in his soft large hands.

“I'm not cry- its . . . its just allergies,” I try to convince him, smiling nervously.

“Don't lie.”

His grin makes my gaze fall, I shrug my shoulders because I can't help the liquid. Harry's thumbs wipe away the teardrops and without hesitation he moves in for my lips. His are quite happy to see me as well. Harry continues to embrace me in his arms. I want to mention his interview but I don't, liking this comforting silence better.

“I'm so glad you're here . . . you sneaky girl,” he whispers by my ear. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for?”

“Would you walk out with me?”

“Oh Harry, I don't know . . .”

“It was never my intention to 'lock' you away, Jude. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I can't offer you a 'normal' relationship, be-because well look, this isn't a normal lifestyle! But you've gotten to know me, to know who I really am. . . so this is me offerin' what little normalcy I can,” he steps away from me and reaches out his hand.

This was what I wanted right? For him to step up with his feelings and parade me around like his friends do with their girlfriends. At the same time I know the comments and pictures will only get worse the minute we step out together. But that was just something that came with this deal, something that I knew he would help me overcome.

Other than my purity, wasted on a boy I thought I loved, and this London trip, I am faced with another risky decision. With confidence that only Harry can exude, I slip my hand in his and we walk out into the halls. Just before we reach the back exit, Harry turns to me.

“This is going to be. . . different. Don't listen to them, look down if it becomes too much and don't let go of my hand. Alright?”

I agree, uncertainty turns my feet to stone, frightened of what awaits outside. I never knew a crowd, screaming in unison, could sound like raging thunder. Constant flashes simulating a lightning storm, come at every angle. The boy's names are being shouted out all at once as the guards and the railings do their best to tame the situation.

Blindness and confusion cloud my pathway, if it weren't for Harry's hand, I would be so lost. It feels like everything is spinning around me. Then I remember Harry telling me to look down, so I focus on his feet. His name is heard with such urgency. The wails and sirens bombard my ears. I hear them still, asking if I was the girl or was I the one.

Finally we climb into a black car and like magic the chaos is drowned out. My heart is still drumming speedily and my ears ringing, they could be bleeding for all I know.

“Are you alright?” Harry squeezes my hand.

“Yes, I'm fine . . . that-that wasn't so bad,” I exhale with my brows so far up my forehead, from the shock.

“Its even more insane when we're in the USA. Ready for round two?”

“What's round two?”

“The after party I told you about.”

“Yes! I forgot about Linda! I'll have to text her to meet us there.”

“Jude.”

“Hold a sec,” I try and type as fast as my fingers will keep up.

“Ju-ude?” His accent lingers.

I whip my head around to look at these green diamonds staring back at me.

“Did you hear everything that I said tonight. . . about you?”

“I know it's silly but . . .” I smile and my cheeks grow warm, “that's why I was crying.”

“I know.”

His lips match mine, dark red and stout, perfect for kissing. Through out the night they become my focal point, blocking out all noise and clamor. The only sounds I learn to follow are those proceeding from his mouth. Harry's my eye in storm, no matter what surrounds us. The minute I take my sight off him I see the pandemonium. We are inside the club and there's a sea of eyes on me.

I don't know where we are, even though the place is crowded the screaming has stopped, minus the flashes. Some people are smiling at me while others share dirty looks. I had an idea of what the other side was like but I guess I wasn't completely prepared for it.

“Harry, Harry can we get a picture?” a girl shouts.

He turns around, looking back at one of his guards and points his finger at me. This man is a little taller than Harry but twice his width. He looks very intimidating but still manages to give me a kind smile as he stands protectively over me. I feel a warm hand press on my arm and I look back to find another brunette.

“Yes?” I speak loud enough, but I hate to yell a conversation.

“Hi, are you Harry's girlfriend?”

I don't know what's the correct answer. I'm a little stunned, she seems friendly though so I kind of shrug a shy yes with a confused smile. She beams and asks if she can take a picture with me. Now I'm really in a rut. I do this and then my face is really out there; next my name.

Timidly, I agree, thinking one photo can't hurt. Then the same girl takes a picture with Harry when he comes behind me. His hands are at my waist as he guides me further in the club where lesser people are gathered. We sit by the bar but then he excuses himself again.

I check my phone to see Linda's response but she has decided to go home. So many people demanding for his attention, I can see how any of the girlfriends get lonely and are put aside. But if they've managed to do this for years than I suppose I can too. It was just like that first night we met. His name being called from all directions, people impatiently pulling at his arm to talk with him. It seemed that way for all of the boys.

I completely understand the need for normalcy. The way he says he has to go to work and leaves out the details of his agenda; the way he's just this ordinary guy when we're together at his place. It's obvious that the hardest part will be the visits. In your everyday long distance relationship, either partner would travel back and forth, but from the same locations. Harry is all over the world, he has no zip code except for his temporary home here in London.

Two familiar hands startle me by grabbing my waist, “You're doin' so good.”

“Really? I feel like a mouse trapped within a herd of elephants.”

Harry laughs, “No, the hard part is over. Now its just a matter of gettin' used to it. You learn to tune out the craziness.”

“I think I have a bit.”

“Good girl. Did I tell you how lovely you look?” His grin cruelly distracts me to other places.

“No, you haven't.”

“Well, I think you look absolutely beautiful. And those red lips are damn distractin',” I see dirty Harry on the move.

I take a step closer so that our chests barely touch, “How so?”

I can see him fluster even in the dim light. He's licking and biting down on his bottom lip, like the carnivorous Harry that I know. His hand presses me close and I feel his mouth touch the rim of my ear.

“I can't wait to make love to you tonight.”

His voice is thick and intimate, causing an unbalance in my legs.

“Then I'm going to need another drink,” I smirk. “You have all these people fooled, thinking you're an angel. But this mischievous look you're wearing . . . like the devil in disguise.”

“Only in bed,” he wiggles his brows.

Its never a dull moment with this boy. We stay a bit longer and I chat with some more of Harry's friends, including Calvin Aurand. He seems interested in my ambitions of becoming a journalist and we exchange phone numbers. Harry glances over my way, making sure to see who I'm conversing with. But while talking with Calvin, I can finally see an expression of exceeding approval.

“You ready to go?”

“Sure.”

Harry's fingers lace in mine and alas, we exit a party as a couple.

Notes

I promise it won't take so long to update next time. Please tell me if you enjoyed this chapter, and don't hesitate to show your appreciation by voting. Muah!

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

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