Run(a)Way S.T

The show was beautiful, and a big success. We got plenty of compliments, and Carlo was pleased with the shots we have. The event was a closed event, only our camera crew were allowed to take photos, which means whoever wants photos of the collection will need to order them from us, leaving it up to us to decide how we want it to look. Already a bunch of magazines asked for copies, Glamour, Vogue, Cosmo.. I know for a fact that Anne will be very pleased with the way things went down today.
We arrive at the hotel and the girls decide to sit at the bar for some drinks before we head back home.
“Gosh I had sooo much fun,” Mika sips her drink.
“You and Harry were the reason half of the people came to the show in the first place,” Mia laughs.
“Don’t be daft, they came to see the collection- this line was one of the best I’m telling you- and the fact I get to keep this dress is just heaven!” Mika sings.
“Yeah but Mia’s right, people showed up because of you and Harry,” Lila agrees with Mia.
“Maybe to see Harry, they’re already used to me,” Mika shrugs.
“People did come for Harry actually, I saw Sean being swamped with business cards, not that it would help anyone, Harry won’t leave this company,” I remark putting down my glass.
“For the right amount of money he will,” Lila snorts.
“Yeah. I wonder how much more than me he gets,” Mika ponders.
“Oh give it a break Mika- our three girl salary all together doesn’t amount to what you get,” Lila is quick to answer.
I keep quiet, knowing that with my new salary we probably do get and even pass Mika’s by a couple of thousands.
“Did you see how fast Harry got out of there though? He didn’t stay for any interviews or anything,” Mia notes.
“He was in a rotten mood I tell you, from the moment he got to the fashion house and until he left,” Mika replies.
“What is his problem?” Mia questions.
“Might be the fact that his assistant here doesn’t let him party or do anything anymore,” Lila taps my arm playfully.
I press my lips together, knowing if I take part in this conversation I will end up spilling secrets that are not mine to tell.
“Ellie you’re something I tell you- I don’t even think his own mother can get him to behave, but a few days with you and walla!” Mika giggles.
“I think Harry might just be misunderstood,” I mumble.
“Hey- are you crushing on him?! Is this it? I had a feeling something is going on- since when I offered him to come to my room last night he refused me,” Mika holds up a finger.
“What?! NO! No way- he is one spoiled lad- to bad maybe if he would have accepted the offer he wouldn’t have been late this morning,” I huff.
“He was sick- you said so yourself,” Mia reminds me.
“Ah- yeah he was... I was just being mean now.. sorry.. Truth is Sean said Harry was still feeling ill so I think I will go make sure he is any better, excuse me,” I get up.
I decide to run up to Harry’s room. He did leave straight after the show, getting a ride with Sean. I had to talk to him, had to tell him I know everything. I had some help from Sean but I figured it out.
I take a deep breath outside of his door before knocking.
I am about to turn away when the door opens.
“How long are you stood out here?” He looks down at me.
“Long enough to almost walk away,” I whisper. He moves aside making room for me to pass in.
I pad inside and turn to face him.
His eyes run up my body, making me feel self conscious.
“Red is definitely your colour,” He notes.
“Thank you,” I mumble looking everywhere but at Harry.
“You know.. Sean was shocked you’re not a model, he said it’s a waste of good looks,” Harry says defiantly.
“Well- I’m sorry,” I snap, making Harry chuckle.
“But seriously- Ellie, you look amazing,” Harry takes a step closer to me. I’m having trouble breathing, realising how close we are stood.
“I see you’re not as cross with me as before,” I stutter.
“What makes you think that?” He whispers, taking another step.
“You not calling me by my full name,” I swallow.
“Yeah well.. I am in a slight better mood now.. I’m up for some fun- what about you Ellie?” He touches my cheek, pulling a strand of hair back.
“I- I- no- I came to talk to you,” I try to remember the reason I came up here.
“Always talking.. so many questions...” He leans in, his lips touching the corner of my mouth. I feel his hands touching my waist.
What is going on? This is Harry- We hate each other- and I came to set things straight not fool around.
I slap Harry’s cheek while recoiling back from him. His palm jumps to his face placing it over the flesh I have just assaulted.
“What the fuck is that for?!” He demands sharply, fury in his eyes.
“Who are you to play me this way?! I am on to you Harry- I know everything!” I raise my voice, hurt he used me as a soldier in his game.
“You do ha? Did Sean tell you?” His voice comes out calm but his eyes give him away. He is cross.
“NO, but he starred me in the right direction- this whole thing is a play to get your mum’s attention! That is why you act out- that was why you chose me- because you thought I am her favourite! I cannot believe I got sucked into your stupid family feuds!” I am so angry I don’t care about him right now.
“It’s not a feud,” Harry states.
“I don’t care!! Tell me Harry- Your mum maybe worked hard to bring you to work for the label- but you made her bring you didn’t you? Acting out? Making sure she knew and making her want to bring you home, so she could keep an eye on you- I’m right am I?!” I demand to know, taking a step closer. My voice is shaking and I am scared angry tears will follow like every time they do when I am cross.
“You don’t understand,” He tries to explain.
“Don’t tell me I don’t understand! I understand very well!! You want her attention and affection, and when you didn’t get it the way you should get it- you found another way,” I am not shouting anymore. My anger is swopped with sympathy, remembering the hurt Harry this morning in the bathtub.
“How much do you hate me?” He looks at me through his lashes and he is beautiful, making it harder to hate him. I want to hate me, I want to hate him so much- for making me an assistant, for getting me stuck in the middle of this- But I don’t.. I can’t. I shake my head and flop onto his bed.
“I want you to explain everything to me. I want to know everything,” I sigh.
I watch Harry exhale and stroll over, sitting himself down next to me.
“Where are the girls?” He questions, his voice barley heard.
“Drinking downstairs, they won’t miss me..” I whisper.
“My mum- She’s this amazing business woman- You don’t need me to tell you that- you know that for yourself already... But she is so dedicated to her company that it took up all her time.. leaving none for me.. She missed school activities, football games, She missed my graduation..” He stops then, and my heart squeezed in pain for him. His mother- his birth mother missed him growing up.
“I wanted so much her attention that I started acting out.. Getting into fights- getting arrested and such.. but that didn’t help, she always bailed me out, disapproval on her face, and then she would run back to this company.. And one time I was at this pub with friends, and once again a fight started.. But this time someone stopped it before the police was called in. It was Sean, he dragged me out and said that I had potential.. That caught my attention- modelling. I knew my mum had models for her company- the biggest names in the industry for her label. So I made Sean a deal. He needs to make me the most famous model and I will land ‘In Style’. He agreed, and he did his part, but my mum.. She didn’t care, so I played my last card- made it known I’m her son and that I refuse to work for her.. That and my known temper set a new challenge for her. When she finally called me to come work for her I refused.. ha... I wanted her to beg me.. I finally got the attention I wanted from her,” Harry let out a chuckle, but it was dry.
“That is tough.. I’m so sorry Harry,” I touch his hand slightly.
“What are you sorry for? That I didn’t get a perfect life like you? Please! Other then my mum I had it good- I had money, Friends, girls- It was Ace! I don’t need your sympathy, I’ve done good with my life, I’m famous and I got everything I wanted, I got the company, my mum and I got you,” He gets up and walks away.
“I can’t believe you! You almost had me with your sob story! But then you reminded me of what a dick you are!” I call after him, getting to my feet- ready to leave.
“Oh so now you’re upset with me?! Once again I’m the dick?! Look at you! All I said was the truth and you flip! You’re the cold hearted bitch- not me!” He shouts.
“YOU know what?! Fuck you Harry!! You think that because I landed my dream job and your mum likes me it means my life is perfect?! That I had the perfect childhood?! I worked my arse off to get to where I am! And you should be thankful that your birth mother still stuck around by you- and put you through school and put clothes on your back! Maybe if you weren’t such a spoiled nitwit you would notice that the world doesn’t revolve around you!” I am screaming now. I wipe the tears from my eyes and turn to stride out of his room before it will dawn on him that I am crying.
I am pulled back, stopped in the middle of a pace.
“You’re adopted,” He doesn’t ask, but states it.
“So what? My adopted parents are amazing people, they gave me what little they have for good education, I don’t need you suddenly feeling sorry for me,” I spit, pulling my arm free of him.
“I’m done with you- even if it means I will lose my job at the company- I don’t want to see your face ever again.”
With that I storm out of the room.

Notes

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