"It wasn't the first kiss that got us into trouble it was the second one," I explain to Damien and Amita's expectant faces over dinner.
I've been relaying everything that happened the week I was across the pond with Harry to them since lunch today and since I didn't finish they invited themselves over for a sleepover. Work was a total circus since the news spread that Harry and I are together now. Our kiss was all over social media and from there the blogs and magazines picked it up.
Opinions so far have varied from him being stupid for getting with me after the book fiasco to him doing charity work by slumming it with me. The negative opinions are normally latched on with the person calling me fat, ugly, stupid, or worse. However the backlash now is nothing compared to when the news first broke. Fans were packed outside of our hotel in masses waiting for either of us to come out. I'm not sure what they wanted to do when we got outside but we learned the hard way that not everyone was happy about our little union. Someone threw a cup of some type of drink that luckily missed Harry and I but unluckily landed on one of the security guards. The crowd's reactions to us were mixed, some people were supportive while others, like our drink throwing friend, were less than impressed.
That night however ended better than it began. We went to a pool hall and played a few times and got nice and drunk to forget our problems. Niall and Louis, I found out, are excellent pool hustlers so I only played against them once before sitting down to babysit a glass of whiskey and watch them. To avenge my loss, Zayn and Liam decided they'd team up to try and end Niall and Louis' winning streak. However, their combined efforts weren't as useful as they thought they'd be and they ended up shouting, "One more game," every time they'd lose.
As the night went on, Ed Sheeran stopped by to see the boys one last time before heading home and Harry introduced us. I was totally honored to meet him since he's one of my favorite artists, he even took a selfie with me as a keepsake. After he left, I spent the rest of the night on Harry's lap despite my protests. The more I told him I'd squish him the tighter he held me promising I was as light as a feather. I've always had a complex about sitting on people's laps but I have to admit reading how fat people think I am under photos of me online had me a little more on edge.
Eventually we went back to the hotel and all was fine until morning came. Another group was outside, this time bigger than the last. We ended up staying in that day and the next. It got so bad that we couldn't leave the hotel so we changed not only hotels and cities but countries. We spent my last three days oversees in London locked away together. It was great for the most part, the boys are crazy and fun so there was never a dull moment except for when they had to go to rehearsals. I ended up missing their last shows as to not cause a ruckus so while they were gone I was bored out of my mind.
On my last full day in London I decided I'd call Berkley and set things straight with him while Harry was away at rehearsal before their show that night. We talked about my reasons for not wanting to be with him and my newfound relationship with Harry. I learned more about him in that conversation than I had in the months that we'd been seeing each other. His family had been applying pressure to him to take the next step in life and take on a wife and that in turn had him applying pressure on me and our relationship. I was able to step back from the situation and see it for what it was, a kid trying to impress his parents, and I could relate. He assured me that there were no hard feelings and that he'd love to remain friends and I agreed.
After Harry came back to the hotel we hung out in Liam's room and sat up drinking and talking with the boys. By the time we were all so sauced we were talking out of our aÅses Harry and I went back to our room leaving the rest of the boys to fall asleep in various places around the room. We spent the rest of the night curled up with each other and he ended up asking me to officially be his girlfriend. My smile was a mile wide not only because he asked but more so because he remembered my confession from months ago during one of our sleepovers that no one ever formally asked me to be theirs. I explained how every time we'd admit to having feelings and then randomly we'd be together. I told him how I hated the guess work and the wait to see how the guy labeled me around his friends, how I wanted someone to let me know they wanted me and only me. It was strange that someone I'd been with for only a few days made me feel more wanted than any of my exes did in all of time we were together combined.
I woke up that morning sad as hell that I had to leave but knowing I had to get back to my everyday life. Harry was gone but he'd left a note saying he was getting food and would be back in time to take me to the airport. I went into the bathroom and started to wash my face and as I looked down I noticed something glittering on my wrist. Initially I thought I was hallucinating but after rubbing my eyes clean I saw exactly what was in front of me. Either in the night or that morning Harry had slipped a diamond tennis bracelet around my wrist. I stared at it for a while watching the diamonds dance but snapped myself out of their trance as quickly as I fell into it.
The second he got back to the hotel I gave it back to him and told him it was too much. We ended up having a heated discussion and he explained he could afford to give me nice things and that I deserved them. Even though I fought him on it tooth and nail he pushed his point through by claiming it would be my birthday present for the next three birthdays. Although I knew he was full of it I didn't want to spend my last hours with him fussing and fighting so I accepted it vowing to myself to wear it as much as possible and get his money's worth out of it.
We spent my last hours there hanging out with the boys and laughing together, creating memories that we could look back on. Once it was time for me to go they all begged me to stay and I nearly did, but I pushed myself out the door. Harry took me to the airport and wouldn't let me go even when they called for my flight. I could see in his eyes how hard it was for him to watch me leave, I could feel it in his kisses. My lips felt twice their size the entire flight home but it was worth it. We both wanted to sear our stamp on the other and leave behind something to remember us by. By the time I landed in LA paparazzi knew where I'd be and was lined up waiting to make up bull crap headlines to go along with my pictures.
"So how have things been since you got back?" Amita asks, totally enthralled in my story.
I'd almost forgotten I was telling them what'd happened, I'd gotten so caught up in the memories. "I spent the first few days going only to work and coming home so they've slacked off a bit," I explain, "But they're still relentless."
Damien frowns, a knowing gleam in his eye, "That's why you didn't want to go out tonight?"
I nod, feeling a little down that I'm ruining my friend's good time with my drama.
"Girl please!" he exclaims, waving a dismissive hand, "That's all the more reason to go out and turn up. I say we wear the most outrageous outfits we can think of and give them a show!"
The idea strikes a chord with me. Amita seems to be up for it and we do need something fun to do tonight. Staying in is never really an option with these two. Plus, I've been missing Harry like crazy so maybe this'll be the distraction I need.
"Alright, let's do it," I agree, running through outfit possibilities in my head.
By the time we're done getting dressed we look like we belong in a Lil Kim video in the 90's. Dramatic furs, huge wigs, and all white outfits seem to be the theme of the night and although we may look a little over the top and ridiculous, we look good.
The club is pretty crowded but since Amita knows the owner we're able to get a section in V.I.P. for free. The bottle service is flowing and before we know it we're all well on our way to being drunker than we planned. It's nearly instantaneous. Each time our bottle gets almost empty we can see the sparklers in the distance on their way towards us. Somehow more and more people sneak into our section behind the women bringing our bottles. I guess that's what we get for not having security watching who comes and goes.
It's getting hotter and hotter in our tiny area and this damned Mongolian fur jacket isn't helping matters any. The music is loud and I can feel the bass vibrating in my chest forcing me further into my comfort zone. I'm not really a huge fan of crowds and more and more people are finding their way into our section to drink the free booze. I'm too drunk to have a panic attack but not drunk enough to where it doesn't bother me and make me wish I was at home in bed.
"Come on get up!" Amita yells holding out her hands to Damien and I, "Dance with me!"
Damien and I look at each other and groan before begrudgingly getting up. She's been dancing since we stepped in the door while Damien and I have been taking shots and observing the scenery. We've already witnessed three fights and a girl throwing a drink on her boyfriend. But instead of complaining about her ruining our entertainment for the night we hop up and dance with her. Some song from 2015 about 'dabbing' comes on and we give it all we've got until Amita and I head-butt each other somehow and I give up.
I can't tell if it's the liquor or the impact that has my head spinning but I find my seat quickly all the same. My clutch vibrates against the dark leather seat beside me and I have to fight my coat to find it. Much to my surprise, and disappointment, it's not Harry calling it's my neighbor Ms. Johnson. She's a retired elementary teacher in her late seventies, she doesn't take any shįt but she does have a touch of dementia so I check in on her every few days to make sure she has everything she needs.
By the time I get outside I've missed her call but am able to listen to her voicemail.
"Baby girl," she huffs, sounding frustrated, "I know you're out with your little friends but you need to get home soon. Something's happened at your place. I called the cops but...you just need to get home."
I then hear her fussing at someone in the background and then her voice gets louder, "How in the hell do I turn this thing off again?"
The message ends after that and I hang up the phone. As I turn around to retrieve Damien and Amita from inside I run into them.
"Hey, are you alright?" Damien asks, his eyes wide telling how much he's been drinking.
"Yeah, you rushed out of there like your hair was on fire! What's going on?" Amita inquires.
"My neighbor called and said I need to rush home, she had to call the police or something. I'll take an Uber and you guys can stay-" I start but they cut me off shaking their heads.
"What are you talking about?" Amita asks pulling out her phone.
"Right," Damien cuts in, "The cops are there, we're coming with you! Ride or die girl!"
By the time we arrive at my house only one cop remains sitting on the porch with Ms. Johnson. She rushes over to tell me all about how she heard noises from my side of the wall and by the time she got to the window she saw a short man with a camera around his neck leaving out the front door. I thank her for calling the police then have a conversation with the police officer.
He looks to be in his late forties from the grey streaks in his black hair and seems to be pretty tired from the look on his face. I alert him of my association with Harry and inform him that the man who broke in was probably and over-zealous paparazzi according to Ms. Johnson's description of him. Although he seemed to understand, he still made me walk through the house with him to look for any missing objects. Since nothing was taken all I had to do was sign a few forms and he was on his way.
While Damien and Amita help Ms. Johnson get settled I decided to bite the bullet and call Harry. He's been super anxious about me dealing with the paparazzi while he's away and I don't want to worry him with this. We've had the discussion about getting security for me a million times but I don't want to alter my life that way. Besides, knowing him, he's going to want to pay for it and I refuse to let him buy me one more thing. Especially if it's over the top. Most guys get their girl flowers or pay for dinner, while my boyfriend gives me diamond bracelets and a security detail.
"I've missed you all day sweetheart," he croons the second he answers the phone. His voice is rough and full of sleep making me hate myself for calling.
"Right back at you hon," I reply letting the sentence hang and silence expand.
I hear him sitting up in bed before he asks, "What's happened? Are you okay?"
Sighing I reluctantly tell the truth, "I'm fine but my place got broken into tonight while Amita, Damien, and I were at the club."
"What?" he asks, his voice panicked, "I can be there in... seventeen hours if I leave in the next half hour. Did you call the police?"
I run my hand through my hair in frustration, this is exactly why I didn't want to tell him. "My neighbor called the cops, I spoke with them, and did a walkthrough of the house with him everything is fine. You have a show every day for the next three days you can't come home, just relax Houdini I'm fine," I try to lighten the mood.
It takes him a moment but he finally comes around and sees things my way. "Fine, but I want you to go and stay at my place until I get back please. For my sanity."
"Amita and Damien are with me," I offer trying to get out of it.
"They're more than welcome to stay as well. I just need to know that you're safe Bailey, please," he pleads, his voice is calm and smooth even though his words are filled with urgency.
I sigh, "Harry..."
"The next flight for LA leaves in two hours so..." he playfully sings, looming the unspoken threat over my head.
Groaning I start packing my suitcase, "You win this time Houdini but I don't intend to lose again."
"Ha! Victory!" he yells, making me laugh. I can just imagine him fist pumping the air.
I shake my head stifling a laugh, "You're such a dork."
Yawning he replies, "But you love it. Call me when you get to my place I'm going to take a nap until then I'm running off of two hours right now."
"Sweet dreams Houdini," I reply sweetly and hang up the phone.
Dropping my jacket to the ground I continue to pack my suitcase. It's times like these I wish I had left clothes in the guest room when he extended the offer. I hate putting him in this position, hell I hate being in this position. I feel like a damsel in distress and I can't stand it. I'm used to dealing with things on my own, slaying my own dragons, but I guess this is one of the perks of having a boyfriend. It's hard for me to see it as anything other than a sign of weakness,being dependent, but I'm trying to see past it for his sanity as he put it. It is nice to know he cares so much though, that much I'll admit.
"Yo," Amita calls, peeking her head through the door, "are we staying here tonight or one of our houses?"
I slam my suitcase shut and zip it before answering, "Grab your stuff, we're spending the night at Harry's."
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