It had been two weeks since Harry had left and both he and Lori were counting down the days until he returned. Unfortunately things became hard when Harry landed in L.A.. The boys had just finished up their concert and everyone was heading into their seperate hotel rooms, saying goodnight to one another. Harry flopped down on the couch and took off his shirt from the show. He flipped through channels, trying to entertain himself when he decided to text an old friend. Within an hour he was entering a club to meet up with his friend, Veronica. She was beautiful with long, flowly blonde hair, long slender legs, and huge red lips. When he found her he kissed her cheek and sat down next to her. A waitress brought him a drink he started talking with Veronica, seeing what she had been up to. As the night went on Harry began to realize that she was flirting with him, but he thought he could handle her: he was wrong. Veronica would place her hand on his knee, giggle at everything he said, try to seduce him every way possible. Soon things became too much so Harry decided to call it a night, but he gave her a ride home to thank her for getting him out on the town.
“Here we are,” Veronica said as Harry pulled up in front of her house. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to Harry. “Want to come inside?” she asked firtausously.
“Um, I don't think I should,” Harry said apologetically.
Veronica leaned in closer. “Please?” she whispered as she made a pouty face. Before Harry could reply she kissed him and he immediately pulled away. The disapointed and confused expression on her face made Harry feel bad, but he knew this wasn't right.
“I'm sorry, but I can't do this.”
“Why?” Veronica asked, obviously humiliated by Harry's rejection.
“There's a girl I met that I couldn't stand hurting. You're lovely Veronica, but I can't. I'm really sorry.”
“It's fine,” Veronica said coldly and began to get out of the car. Right before she closed it she looked at Harry. “Tell the girl that I'm sorry and that I didn't know.” Then she shut the door hard, putting all of her hurt into it.
Once she was inside Harry drove away, not seeing the photographer hiding in the bushes with the photo that was about to make his life more difficul.
While at work, Lori got a call from Christine, and since no one was in the store at the time she decided to answer it.
“Hello?”
“We have an emergency!” Christine shouted into the phone.
“What are you talking about?” Lori asked nonchalantly. Christine's emergencies weren't always as frantic as she made them out to be.
“It's about Harry.”
“What about Harry?” Lori asked slowly, her attention now on the conversation.
“Sweetie, I'm afriad he's cheated on you. I'm so so sorry!”
“Wait, back up. Christine, please give me some details here.”
“There's pictures of him and another girl, who he partied with, kissing in his car. A story said she was on old friend or something I don't know. What I do know is she's a slutty whore! I swear, if I ever see her I'll-”
“Christine,” Lori cut her off, “it's fine. We weren't even together so no harm no foul, right? Harry's a big, bad, popstar who can go make decisions for himself. He can do whatever he wants.”
“Lori, don't talk like that. He's hurt you and-”
“Look, I have to go, there's a cutomer,” Lori lied. “I'll talk to you later.”
Lori hung up the phone and fought back the tears building up insider her eyes.
Despite Harry's many attempts to contact Lori he still never go the chance to talk to her. Every text message, every phone call, every Skype request was shot down. Two weeks of being ignored hurt Harry, but he knew Lori must've been in really intense pain. Lori still counted down to when Harry's tour was over, but she knew it didn't matter because he wasn't coming back to her.
It was late Friday night, Lori was laying on her bed, listening to All Time Low, and reading a book she had gotten from the library. Her parents had left to go start their weekend of partying and probably wouldn't return until Sunday like they usually did. The clock on her phone read ten, but Lori didn't care that she had work the next day; sleep wasn't going to come easy anyway. Out of nowhere, a pair of hands took out her headphones. Scared to death, she quickly turned around to see who had abducted her music and lost her breath as a pair of stunning green eye pierced down at her.
“Harry,” she breathed.
“So you do remember my name,” he replied cheekily. “Hi, Lori.”