Harry’s POV

“So Harry, who’s the girl?”

We were sitting in an interview talking about random band things when the lady brought up Lana. Ever since the paparazzi took pictures of Lana and I, I was dreading this moment.

I clear my throat a little too awkwardly and receive weird looks from the other guys.

“That’s uh, my friend.”

Shit. She’s not my friend. She’s my girlfriend.

“I mean my girlfriend.” I breathe out. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“So how’d you meet her?” She drills me with questions and to be honest, I don’t feel like answering them. I try to dodge the hard questions by asking the boys other questions but it’s not really working. And now I feel like a complete idiot.

The interviewer checks her phone and sighs. “Well that’s all the time that we have. Thanks for talking with us.”

The camera goes off and I let out a sigh of relief. I dart out of the room as quickly as possible and hide in the break room with the vending machines.

“Dude.” The door bursts open and Louis walks in with a bottle of water.

“Why did you leave like that?”

“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. I push myself off of the wall and stand beside him.

“Are you upset because you looked stupid on live television?”

“Wow thanks for making me feel better.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m just pissed off because everytime I get a girlfriend or even a girl friend, the paps always blow it out of proportion.”

“I know how you feel but it’s not like we can do anything about it.”

He opens the door and points out into the hallway.

“Now stop complaining and let’s go.”

Lana’s POV

“How in the hell did you fail to mention that you were dating Harry?” Leah yells at me through the phone.

“It just suddenly happened. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you as soon as we started dating.”

“Well anyways, tell me about the date. Where was it? What did you wear?” She pressures me.

Someone knocks on the door and I put my hand over the speaker on the phone.

“Who is it?”

“Delivery for Ms. Lana Waters.”

I take my hand off the phone. “Gotta go.” Leah yells on the other end but I click end and jump up, running to the door. I swing open the door and smile when I see a man holding a dozen roses.

“Thank you.” I take them from him and shut the door. I look at the note and expect it to be Harry but it’s someone entirely different.

I almost drop the flowers when I read the message on it.

Hope everything in New York is going well
~ McCray and Drake

I cut the stems off the flower and put them in a vase filled with water. My phone vibrates and I practically jump across the couch to answer it.

“Hey Leah, I’m sorry I hung up-“

“Hey babe.” It’s Harry’s voice.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Well I can hang up if you want.” He jokes.

“No I was just talking to Leah but I guess you’ll do.”

“So I have something to ask you.”

“Go on.”

“I want you to come to the concert tonight.”

“I’m sorry but I was already asked by someone else.”

“Who?” His defensive side takes over.

“I’m just kidding. The girls asked me yesterday.”

“Oh so you’re coming, right? Or do I have to drag you out of your apartment?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh you know that I would.”

“Fine. I’ll come.”

“Great. The girls will be there in a couple hours to pick you up.”

“Okay. Bye.”

There was a loud noise on the other end and I think he yelled pineapple but I wasn’t sure. I hung up and threw my phone on the couch beside me.
I got off the couch and lumbered into the bathroom to take a shower.

Notes

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