Harry,
Jenna looked at the page staring at it blankly. Me and her were staring at it in disbelief. We had no words. Jenna threw the magazine and she dropped into my arms. I caught her luckily. "It's not happening!" she yelled. "I'm sorry!" I said. "It's not your fault baby," she said. She was in flames..

Jenna,
GAHHHHH! I FEEL LIKE I WANT TO THROW THE PAPPARAZI TO A PACK OF LIONS! Calm down... When I regained control and I became calm again, I picked up the magazine page again and tear it out. I look at it reading every bit of detail the page said. I then stared at the photo of Harry and I dancing. They barely got a full view of me. I should stay unknown. Harry puts his arms around my stomach. "It's going to be alright," he said. "I don't know, I hate being in public.." I admit to him. I feel ashamed for my fear of being known to the public. I always wave to people to help ease it down, but it never works. Harry looked at me and I looked at him. "Look Jenna," he said and I stare at it in disbelief.

UGHHH!