Loving Him
Chapter 8
Clarence‘s POV
“Holy shit!” I gasped.
This was incredible.
I hit Harry playfully, “You’re crazy.”
“So you like it?” He sounded relieved.
“How could I not?”
“You could have a fear of flying.”
I smiled at him, “You did good.”
In front of me was a stunningly huge private jet. It stood proudly on the airport ground, silently asking me to come closer. Harry and I walked up the stairs and were greeted by a flight attendant.
“Is this yours?” I whispered to him as the stewardess welcomed us.
His shoulders shook as he laughed, “It’s the band’s.”
I followed him into the jet and almost fainted when I saw the inside. It was better than my house. Plush couches lined the sides and chocolates sat atop marble tables. It was luxurious.
“The pap can’t get to us when we’re in the sky.” Harry said.
I sat down onto one of the sofas. The cushioning moulded around me with each movement. I would happily replace my bed with this. Harry sat next to me and poured us some more champagne. We’d been in the air for about an hour, chatting and eating food that just kept coming.
“So have you had fun?” He said.
“It’s been so wonderful.”
“You look amazing, by the way.”
I blushed, “Thankyou.” God, I hoped so. This dress had cost me half my pay check. Though, I didn’t earn very much. I’d borrowed the necklace from Lily and the bag from Madison. The shoes were mine. Luckily everything matched nicely.
Harry was really close to me now, I noticed.
I looked into his green eyes. Could this ever turn into a relationship? Could this ever work? I was like a peasant and him the royalty. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t usually associate with people like me.
“Harry?”
He didn’t change his distance from me, “Yeah?”
“Would you…I mean… Have you ever…?”
“Have I ever dated a non-celebrity?”
“Yeah.”
“Clarence,” He put his hand under my chin, “I used to be a non-celebrity.”
“Holy shit!” I gasped.
This was incredible.
I hit Harry playfully, “You’re crazy.”
“So you like it?” He sounded relieved.
“How could I not?”
“You could have a fear of flying.”
I smiled at him, “You did good.”
In front of me was a stunningly huge private jet. It stood proudly on the airport ground, silently asking me to come closer. Harry and I walked up the stairs and were greeted by a flight attendant.
“Is this yours?” I whispered to him as the stewardess welcomed us.
His shoulders shook as he laughed, “It’s the band’s.”
I followed him into the jet and almost fainted when I saw the inside. It was better than my house. Plush couches lined the sides and chocolates sat atop marble tables. It was luxurious.
“The pap can’t get to us when we’re in the sky.” Harry said.
I sat down onto one of the sofas. The cushioning moulded around me with each movement. I would happily replace my bed with this. Harry sat next to me and poured us some more champagne. We’d been in the air for about an hour, chatting and eating food that just kept coming.
“So have you had fun?” He said.
“It’s been so wonderful.”
“You look amazing, by the way.”
I blushed, “Thankyou.” God, I hoped so. This dress had cost me half my pay check. Though, I didn’t earn very much. I’d borrowed the necklace from Lily and the bag from Madison. The shoes were mine. Luckily everything matched nicely.
Harry was really close to me now, I noticed.
I looked into his green eyes. Could this ever turn into a relationship? Could this ever work? I was like a peasant and him the royalty. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t usually associate with people like me.
“Harry?”
He didn’t change his distance from me, “Yeah?”
“Would you…I mean… Have you ever…?”
“Have I ever dated a non-celebrity?”
“Yeah.”
“Clarence,” He put his hand under my chin, “I used to be a non-celebrity.”
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10/4/14