I was in my car, on my way to one of the charity dinners my father has organised lately to support an organisation and, of course, shine his light in the society. Don’t get me wrong, I respect my father – to a certain point that is but he is no angel. The only reason why he is taking part in charity shows and why he’s opening the schools is money. Selfish intentions.

I was wearing a beautiful greenish dress that reached just below my knee. I felt pretty. I did my make up nicely, I had nice pumps on and I was just genuinely nice. I was pretty tonight and I felt it with my entire being.

I was also aware of the fact I am being forced to socialize with Harry tonight. Well, not just with him, with bunch of other celebrities as well but he would be there. I thought about how my life has changed since I moved from New York. Nothing was the same, not even my position with him. He used to have this under control, he was in charge of his and my emotion and he was doing so well. I, on the other hand am a bloody mess. It is obvious Harry had no control over his emotions lately and I was the only one who kept us together. And I was failing miserably. I wish he would just find the strength to take over again. Because if he doesn’t, we’re not going to make it through this storm. And I was afraid of losing him more than anything. But I was also afraid of having him more than anything.

Before I could even notice, I was at the scene. I got out of my car and entered the building. Instantly, I noticed all the eyes on me. The lads were looking at me as if I was a piece of meat and all the girls in the room wished they were me. But they weren’t.

Anthony Sanders only had one daughter.

And it was me.

Everybody knew who I was. It’s such a sudden change. A month ago I was just a dot on the map, but today all of those people knew who I was. And they were desperate to be my friends. But I knew better than wasting my time on pointless fake friendships so I barely talked to anyone. I didn’t need the parties. Nor the fame.

I spotted my father sitting with the rich crème of London and made my way towards his table. He smiled when he saw me nearing him and stood up. As I approached him, he embraced me and told everyone around the table who I was and how proud he was of me.

He never mentioned the part where he kicked me out of his house.

I excused myself couple minutes later and went to mingle. As I was now a somewhat of a celebrity, I already knew some people. I loved gossip, I won’t lie. And I knew bunch of things about everybody in the room.

His wife is on his left, his mistress on his right. She’s had a nose job. He’s broke, what is he even doing here? She’s a drug addict and has probably murdered her last husband.

Yes, I indeed knew a lot of things. Bunch of them thanks to one person – Anne Hart.

She was a rich daughter of Henry Hart, one of England’s finest and richest tycoons. And indeed he was rich. He was also a very smart and pleasant man. The same cannot be said for his daughter, though. She was not as bright and she has also banged a huge amount of men in this room.

If not all of them.

And she spotted me as I picked up my glass of wine. I smiled and raised my glass in her direction. She excused herself from the table she was sat at and made her way towards me.

“Broke!” she exclaimed as she hugged me and kissed my cheeks. I returned the gesture.

“Anne, so lovely to see you.” my fake smile hurt my face.

“Someone’s getting their British vocabulary widened!” she giggled and I smiled politely nodding my head as I did. I spotted Harry on the other side of the room and our gazes locked. It seemed as the colour has drained from his face as he turned away and sat down. Louis waved at me but reacted the same way as Harry did after he spotted Anne with me. I waved back and Louis sat next to Harry, verbally attacking him, what seemed based on their hand movements and the shake of Harry’s curls.

I wonder what that’s all about.

“How’s your love life, dear? Still a secret?” Anne smiled suddenly and I looked at her surprised at her sudden change of topic.

“I suppose you’re not even interested, are you? You just want me to return the question, so I will. How’s your love life, dearest?” I laughed as deeply as I could and saw her face shine as I saw through her intentions. She laughed and touched my shoulder, my skin almost burning where she touched it.

“Oh, how you know me.” She smiled and I was shocked at her lack of knowledge of irony and grotesque.

Either way, I nodded and let her finish her thought.

“You’ll never guess who was under my sheets last night.”

Classy.

I played along, sharing her excitement.

“Can I possibly guess?” I smirked and she shook her head, raising her eyebrow.

“Harry Styles”

What?

My breath caught up in my throat, the air was kicked out of my lungs. My knees went weak and my hands shook.

“Oh, really?” I smiled at her trying to keep my composure.

“Yes, really.” she winked at me and I turned my head towards Harry’s table, his intense gaze staring me down.

His eyes weren't giving me anything. It was almost as if he was intrigued as much as I was.

I sighed.

“Do you want details?” she asked as she bumped shoulders with me. I laughed as I drank the rest of my wine.

“I hope you will spare me, love.” I put my glass down “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need some fresh air.” I smiled politely and left. On my way out I grabbed my coat and sat in my car.

There’s no way in hell I’m going back in there.

“Just know that maybe, just maybe I won't be your personal punching bag forever and maybe I'll walk away on misery."

Well, that was fast.

Notes

*Insert drama here*