Los Angeles to London
At the Door
It's been a week since my interview with Nicole Brower, and just I had suspected she completely twisted my words around and made me look bad.
"That's so crazy, the looked scarily real."
"That's the art of makeup, nothing is how it seems."
The media has been having a field day with the interview, the video of me getting up and leaving in the middle of it has been all over every pop culture related show. Nicole twisted things to make it sound like our relationship is a joke. Stating that our relationship isn't really how it seems, that I'm just using Harry to further my career and that he's using me also to put his womanizer profile to rest. They say that we are a complete sham and that no one should trust what were doing. My confession about us living together hasn't gone over well either. Paparazzi have been camped outside our house all week, I wish I could just stay home and not have to deal with them, but that's unrealistic because I have to work. Just trying to get to the car every morning, even with Joe's help, is a nightmare. People are screaming things at me from all directions. They yell out questions about everything, from 'When am I going to move out of Harry's house now that our fake relationship has been found out' to 'Was our fake relationship ever physical.' I can deal with people thinking that our relationship is fake because I know in my heart that it isn't, but they have no right to ask about the physical side of our relationship, that's private and intimate topic that I'd never discuss with anyone except Harry.
Harry. Harry's been really supportive through everything. Even though he's still in Australia there are paparazzi hounding him too. The only upside to this whole situation is that Harry has been calling and texting me more often than when he first left. He's always checking up on my to make sure that I'm okay. If I didn't have him I don't know how I'd get through this, but then again if I didn't have him I wouldn't be going through any of this.
Harry's management thinks that for the time being it's the best that neither of us comment on the issue at hand. I'd really like to just put a statement out there that she misconstrued my words and that I do indeed love Harry with every fiber of my being, but they say that will just cause me unnecessary attention, and that we should just wait for things to die down before making a statement.
Today's Saturday and I have the day off, if there wasn't a thousand cameras outside the house right now I'd probably be shopping, but since there are I'm cooped up in the house once again and I'm bored. In this past week I've watched just about every movie Harry owns, I've seen every pop culture news show covering the story (they all just keep saying the same thing over and over again.), and I've even watched every episode of Law and Order SVU that was ever made.
Since I've watched so much TV this past week I decide to clean. I've really slacked at it. The first time I was ever at Harry's place the house was spotlessly clean, I just that it was that way because he had been away from it for so long, but I quickly learned that that wasn't the case, Harry is just a naturally clean person, something I'm not. I despise doing dishes, laundry is a chore, (especially because I have some many clothes and I always leave doing laundry till that last possible moment.) vacuuming is okay, but I'd rather just spend my time doing other things.But not today, today I decide that I'm finally going to tackle the mess that is Casa de Harry ala Alex. I turn on a music channel on the TV and get to work.
I start out with laundry, just by picking up all the dirty clothes that scatter the floor in the bedroom and bathroom the place already looks 5x cleaner. I load them into the washer and call the chore done, for now.
Next, I move on to the dishes. I absolutely hate doing dishes, there's just something about washing away old food and then reusing the plates that gets to me. I know that they're clean and everything, but if it were up to me I'd use paper plates and cups always. I know that aren't good for the environment and they cost a lot of money to be constantly buying them, but I just really hate doing dishes, it's such a waste of time. When I finish the dishes I wipe down the counter tops and sweep the hardwood floors. In the middle of sweeping I hear my phone ring.
I turn the music down and search for my phone, found it!
"Harry!" I squeal, I've gotten used to talking to him a lot more now and this is the first time he's called me all day and it's already like 2 in the afternoon.
"Baby!" He mimics my excited tone. "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning." I say in a sad voice and frown, I still can't believe I'm doing it. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing really, I've just got back to the hotel from a carnival with Lou."
"Sounds fun, I wish I could go to a carnival, but there''s too many damn paparazzi around." I tell him feeling slightly jealous that he got to go out and do something fun while I'm stuck in the house cleaning.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's not your fault, it was my big mouth that got us into this."
"Don't worry about it, they'll go away sooner or later, they'll get bored or a big story will catch their attention." He reassures me.
"You're right." I agree
"Hey listen, so--"
"Wait," I heard a knock on the door so I cut him off mid sentence.
"What?" he asks.
"There's someone at the door." I quietly say, I didn't invite anyone over, and it sure as hell can't be a paparazzi, they would be trespassing if they did. Who the hell could it be?
"Answer it." Harry encourages me.
I make my way over to the door, feeling a little apprehensive, I don't know who would be here. Joe maybe? Or Louise?
I open the door and come face to face with someone I didn't think I'd see again for a long time.
"Oh my god." Is all I can manage, partially directed at Harry, who I'm still on the phone with and partially directed to the person standing in front of me.
"That's so crazy, the looked scarily real."
"That's the art of makeup, nothing is how it seems."
The media has been having a field day with the interview, the video of me getting up and leaving in the middle of it has been all over every pop culture related show. Nicole twisted things to make it sound like our relationship is a joke. Stating that our relationship isn't really how it seems, that I'm just using Harry to further my career and that he's using me also to put his womanizer profile to rest. They say that we are a complete sham and that no one should trust what were doing. My confession about us living together hasn't gone over well either. Paparazzi have been camped outside our house all week, I wish I could just stay home and not have to deal with them, but that's unrealistic because I have to work. Just trying to get to the car every morning, even with Joe's help, is a nightmare. People are screaming things at me from all directions. They yell out questions about everything, from 'When am I going to move out of Harry's house now that our fake relationship has been found out' to 'Was our fake relationship ever physical.' I can deal with people thinking that our relationship is fake because I know in my heart that it isn't, but they have no right to ask about the physical side of our relationship, that's private and intimate topic that I'd never discuss with anyone except Harry.
Harry. Harry's been really supportive through everything. Even though he's still in Australia there are paparazzi hounding him too. The only upside to this whole situation is that Harry has been calling and texting me more often than when he first left. He's always checking up on my to make sure that I'm okay. If I didn't have him I don't know how I'd get through this, but then again if I didn't have him I wouldn't be going through any of this.
Harry's management thinks that for the time being it's the best that neither of us comment on the issue at hand. I'd really like to just put a statement out there that she misconstrued my words and that I do indeed love Harry with every fiber of my being, but they say that will just cause me unnecessary attention, and that we should just wait for things to die down before making a statement.
Today's Saturday and I have the day off, if there wasn't a thousand cameras outside the house right now I'd probably be shopping, but since there are I'm cooped up in the house once again and I'm bored. In this past week I've watched just about every movie Harry owns, I've seen every pop culture news show covering the story (they all just keep saying the same thing over and over again.), and I've even watched every episode of Law and Order SVU that was ever made.
Since I've watched so much TV this past week I decide to clean. I've really slacked at it. The first time I was ever at Harry's place the house was spotlessly clean, I just that it was that way because he had been away from it for so long, but I quickly learned that that wasn't the case, Harry is just a naturally clean person, something I'm not. I despise doing dishes, laundry is a chore, (especially because I have some many clothes and I always leave doing laundry till that last possible moment.) vacuuming is okay, but I'd rather just spend my time doing other things.But not today, today I decide that I'm finally going to tackle the mess that is Casa de Harry ala Alex. I turn on a music channel on the TV and get to work.
I start out with laundry, just by picking up all the dirty clothes that scatter the floor in the bedroom and bathroom the place already looks 5x cleaner. I load them into the washer and call the chore done, for now.
Next, I move on to the dishes. I absolutely hate doing dishes, there's just something about washing away old food and then reusing the plates that gets to me. I know that they're clean and everything, but if it were up to me I'd use paper plates and cups always. I know that aren't good for the environment and they cost a lot of money to be constantly buying them, but I just really hate doing dishes, it's such a waste of time. When I finish the dishes I wipe down the counter tops and sweep the hardwood floors. In the middle of sweeping I hear my phone ring.
I turn the music down and search for my phone, found it!
"Harry!" I squeal, I've gotten used to talking to him a lot more now and this is the first time he's called me all day and it's already like 2 in the afternoon.
"Baby!" He mimics my excited tone. "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning." I say in a sad voice and frown, I still can't believe I'm doing it. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing really, I've just got back to the hotel from a carnival with Lou."
"Sounds fun, I wish I could go to a carnival, but there''s too many damn paparazzi around." I tell him feeling slightly jealous that he got to go out and do something fun while I'm stuck in the house cleaning.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's not your fault, it was my big mouth that got us into this."
"Don't worry about it, they'll go away sooner or later, they'll get bored or a big story will catch their attention." He reassures me.
"You're right." I agree
"Hey listen, so--"
"Wait," I heard a knock on the door so I cut him off mid sentence.
"What?" he asks.
"There's someone at the door." I quietly say, I didn't invite anyone over, and it sure as hell can't be a paparazzi, they would be trespassing if they did. Who the hell could it be?
"Answer it." Harry encourages me.
I make my way over to the door, feeling a little apprehensive, I don't know who would be here. Joe maybe? Or Louise?
I open the door and come face to face with someone I didn't think I'd see again for a long time.
"Oh my god." Is all I can manage, partially directed at Harry, who I'm still on the phone with and partially directed to the person standing in front of me.
Notes
Ok! So sorry that this chapter was pretty short and also some what of a filler chapter, but let me know what you think!Who do you think is at the door? Let me know in the comments!
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(Oh and sorry for taking so long to update, sometimes life gets in the way! And also I've been obsessed with a Harry FanFic called After, it's on Wattpad, if you've never read it give it a try, it's amazing.)
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-L
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8/11/14