Hayden and I wandered around London, finding small shops with interesting clothing and deciding on what to wear for my father's charity tonight. We also talked a lot. About what had happened in the plane, about Harry and about my feelings towards him. I wasn't sure if I was ready to let him go but I wasn't sure if I was ready to take him back, either. He never explained himself and I never gave him a chance to, though. I came here, partly, to get him back but now when I was so close to it, I wasn't sure if I was ready to take the leap of faith.

"What are you going to do?" Hayden asked as we sat in a small café and drank our tea. I sighed heavily, playing with the drops on my cup.

"I'm not sure. Do you have an idea?" I looked at her but she just waved her head and looked down at her cup.

"I wish I could help, I really do. But I have no idea what to tell you... I mean, he obviously still wants you." she shrugged.

"I guess but I want him too, and look what I'm thinking about. Maybe he's changing his mind as well." I added and she nodded his head.

"I clearly doubt it. That doesn't sound like his confident self, don't you think?" she smiled at me and I smiled back, nodding. I still wasn't sure if it was true, though, I just nodded in confirmation.


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We decided to go get ready after an hour or so of enjoying our coffee. We dropped our bags in the living room and pulled out the silky materials of our dresses, hanging them loosely over the couch. We talked the entire time. I bought a red silky dress, the upper part was almost transparent and I put on a nice red bra that looked more as if it were a part of the dress. I bought it together with the dress. The dress was long, hugging my ankles with a huge cut that reached the upper part of my thigh. I put on my red heals and did my make - up, slight shade of brownish to fit my eye colour and hair. I let my hair fall around my back. Hayden looked just as pretty in her light blue dress with white heals and a white scarf around her shoulders. We both smiled at each other, complementing and exited our apartment.

Mark waited for us outside of the building and we all hoped into the car after he also complimented our outfits. When we arrived to my father's house, I was astonished! Everything looked as if it was the royal wedding that was taking place here. A lot of celebrities, rich men and a lot of expensive cars that parked around the house in his yard. Mark drove us inside of the complex and as he opened the door for us, the flashes went off and Hayden and me had no other choice but to pose. So we did. We stood in front of the cameras for as long as it was necessary and then walked the red carpet towards the house.

I felt the eyes of every man on us as we walked, with smiles plastered on our faces. Hayden caught my arm and whispered in my ear.

"I think we're the attraction." we both laughed at her comment and were about to enter the room when the crowd got more nervous. We turned around to spot a new car. The doors opened and out walked five boys, two of them more than familiar to both of us.

"Oh, my God." I heard Hayden exclaim and her grip on my arm tightened. I swallowed hard. His gaze travelled all over my body, taking in everything as he licked his lips. His eyes pierced my skin, he was as solid as a rock and I felt cold at the sudden contact. Our eyes met and the only thing I felt was this coolness squeezing my heart and I felt as if I was going to die. I felt as if I was about to drown.

"Let's go." I exclaimed, pulling Hayden closer to me and we entered the room where we were greeted by my father. He kissed my cheek as if I wasn't the same daughter he kicked out of his house years ago, as if I wasn't the same one he abandoned. I played along, smiling and hugging him. The show we put up was like a medicine for his guests. We wrapped it inside of a cube of sugar so they couldn't feel the bitterness of it and they swallowed all of it without knowing.

As the night went on, I mingled with the London's very finest and talked about interesting topics with some, and less interesting topics with others. My father figured I would quickly recognize which of them were intelligent and which weren't. Though it felt funny, it suddenly seemed as if my father and I finally had something in common - we were both in this business knowing how to treat whom. I felt almost closer to him because of that.

Still, there's a certain table I've never visited nor passed by. A certain table I refused to talk to. A certain pair of emerald eyes I tried my best not to meet. But I couldn't run away forever.

"Broke, dear!" my father called for me and I smiled and stood next to him as he introduced me to people in front of us.

"This is Mr. Simon Cowell. And Simon, this is my daughter Broke." my father introduced me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I shook his hand and he smiled at me, returning the greeting. We all chatted for a while. My main task here was to charm everyone and I think I wasn't failing miserably at it. I was actually quite good.

"I would like you to meet the lads, Broke. Why don't you follow me." Simon extended his elbow and I took his arm, letting me lead me towards the "lads" as he called them, whom ever he was taking me to.

My breath caught up in my throat as we moved towards the table where I didn't want to go. I thought he wouldn't throw me to lions there and he was talking about someone else but my prayers and thoughts were declined as he made his way towards them, Harry particularly. The air was kicked out of my lungs, I felt as if I was going to faint. He lifted his gaze, his emerald eyes stopping their movement, locking to mine. I sighed heavily but he didn't move, he just stared.

"Everything alright, love?" Simon asked as we moved towards the table.

"Yeah, I think it's just a little stuffy in here, I'll get some air later." I reassured him with a smile and he lead me towards the table.

"Lads, here's someone I want you to meet." he informed them and suddenly, all eyes were on me.

"This is Broke Sanders, Anthony's daughter." he introduced me and I smiled, nodding my head. All of the boys introduced themselves, standing up and shaking my hand. Zayn, Liam, Niall and then Louis and finally Harry. As I touched his hand, I felt he was real and suddenly, it wasn't just a dream to have him near, stand in front of him. Our hands stayed interlocked for longer than they should've and Simon left me sitting at their table. Everyone was quiet until Harry spoke.

"Broke, how have you been?" he looked at me and I looked at him, not believing what he had asked.

"Fine, and yourself?" I asked, in the same matter as he had. He sighed and nodded his head.

"So that's how it's going to be." he moved away, leaning against his chair. I sighed and looked at him.

"I-I'm sorry. I just..." I started but he shook his hand.

"It's fine, Broke. It's okay." he looked at me and smiled, exposing his dimples. It was the fakest smile I had ever seen him wear. His eyes got glossy and he quickly glanced at the ground, never taking his smile off. In that moment, when I saw him tear up, I wanted nothing more but to hug him and kiss away his pain. I couldn't help but noticing the looks we were receiving from the rest of the table. He never raised his glance until he cleared his throat and looked at the boys.

"I have to go." he exclaimed and excused himself from the table.

"Harry, wait." I tried to stop him by grabbing his arm and he did for a brief moment but then he gently escaped my grip and paced his way towards the exit. I threw my head back sighing heavily.

"It's okay, Broke. Just leave him." Louis said.

"That's the thing, I've done that already. I don't want to do it again." Louis eyes widened at my confession and his smile took over his features.

"Y-you came for him?" he looked at me and just when I was about to answer I was interrupted by Zayn.

"Wait, you're Broke? The Broke? Harry's Broke?" his eyes were wide as if he couldn't believe I was real. I didn't like the last sentence but I still nodded my head.

"You're real!" he exclaimed and Liam laughed.

"Sorry about him, love, it's just that Harry always talks about you and if Louis hadn't seen you himself, we wouldn't even believe you were real considering the fact we've never met you which is kind of odd." Liam explained and I nodded my head.

"Yeah, well. You all probably hate me." I shrugged and Niall looked at me.

"Hate you? We love you for pulling Harry boy down to Earth. And for showing him the real meaning of love, or what not. But, yeah. I guess we kind of hate you for leaving him." he looked up the ceiling and we all laughed.

"Are you here for him?" Louis asked and I wasn't sure what I wanted to say so I half nodded.

"Partly. I'm actually here because my dad asked me to teach math at his private school. But it's a good excuse to find Harry and apologize for what I did to him." I took a sip from my wineglass.

"Apologize?" I heard a deep voice behind me and everyone looked up to see Harry standing above me. None of us noticed when he came back.

"Harry." I turned to look at him.

"I loved you to death and you came here to apologize? Let me make this easy for you, Broke! You're forgiven, don't feel guilty or bad about me or anything you've done. Because it didn't hurt. You're meaningless and worthless. And we're over for months now, so no, there's no use in you apologizing because I don't give a fuck about your stupid way of making yourself feel better! Leave this table." his eyes were angry, his gaze cold and I felt shivers all over my body as I stood up, looking at him. I nodded my head and smiled at him.

"If it's what you want, Mr. Styles." I shook everybody's hands and received a hug from Louis.

"You know he didn't mean it, he loves you like the first day." I laughed slightly and hugged him back.

"I can't possibly know that." I said my goodbyes and left their table. Soon enough it was time for me and Hayden to leave. So we did, saying bye to everyone except for a certain curly haired drunken figure leaning against the bar.

Notes

The drama starts about now! :D