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The Photograph

Chapter 4

It was all crazy to me still that Harry was looking for me, that he’s posted our photos on Twitter, and he followed me this morning on Twitter. What would he be willing to go to, just to find me in New York?
“What do you think he’ll do next?” She whispered.
“Who knows what he’ll do next, show up on my door step?” I joke than laugh at my own joke.
“What if he did?” She takes what I said seriously.
“He won’t, he’s in London. He said so on Twitter a few hours before he posted this photo.” I point out looking at one of his tweets from hours ago.
“We should celebrate.” My friend nudged me.
I laugh and agree but have her wait while I shower really fast and blow dry my hair. Quickly I styled it and it turned out quite well even with how fast I did it all, I put some make up on and picked an outfit out of my closet.
Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=58597047
“Ready?” I smile walking out of my closet.
“Look at you!” My friend exclaimed.
“Shut up, where are we going?” I ask.
“I was thinking the pizza place downtown?” She bit her lip, waiting for my reply.
“Let’s go.” I agree.
As we walked out of my house, we took my car and I pulled out of my driveway. As I came close to the security gates, they opened automatically for me. I was surprised to see on the other side of the gate, paparazzi everywhere. Slowly I drove through them and made it onto the street where I drove quickly away.
“This is crazy, and he hasn’t even said anything to you yet.” She looks out the window towards the back to see all the paparazzi scrambling to climb in their cars and follow you.
“Wait until he does, I probably won’t be able to leave my house.” I rolled my eyes.
I don’t understand how the boys handle these things daily. Paparazzi would irritate me, girls falling, fainting and crying over me would drive me nuts. I was ready for this to be over with already and if I think about it, it’s barely even started. All he’s done so far is post a photo of us and I’m already receiving all of this. When we arrived at the pizza place, we had to be escorted in by the workers and the manager himself, as security away from the paparazzi. I hid my face as much as I could so they couldn’t catch many shots of me but my friend happily posed for photos with people and even with the paparazzi themselves. Never knew how strange they were…
“Harry DMed me on Twitter.” I announce as I look up at her across the table, checking my phone.
“No way! What did he say?!” She asked as her eyes widened, in excitement.
“He said he wants to talk to me, that he’s sorry for everything that’s been happening. He’s heard about the paparazzi and everything. He left a number for me to call him at, he wants to apologize for it all.” I describe the message.
“What are you waiting for? Call him!” She slapped my arm.
“Ow… I’ll call him after, we are celebrating.” I barked.
We ate pizza and chatted for awhile, I tried to stay away from the Harry topic but that’s all she wanted to talk about was Harry and what could possibly happen if things work in his favor. That I do become his girlfriend and what if I end up moving to London, I could be with him all the time, when they go on tour I could be there, the thought of befriending Eleanor and Danielle. Still too crazy for me to comprehend.
“Can we talk about something else?” I frown as she rambles on about it.
“….What else is there?” She looked at me.
“I don’t know but I feel that I’ll be hearing lots about this Harry thing for awhile so I’d like to talk about something else for once.” I sighed, hoping she would catch how much I want to change the topic.
We finished our lunch/breakfast or as you could say Brunch. We decided to hang out at my house the rest of the day, maybe take a dip in the pool for a little or find something to entertain ourselves since being in public is too crazy. When we pulled through the gates of my house, numerous paparazzi tried to sneak in but my dad had police security around the house so no one eventually did get on the property. We changed into bathing suits and headed outside into the back yard, I laid in a chair while she climbed on a floaty chair in the pool taking in the warm air and sunny sun. She noticed me playing on my phone and just stared at me until I noticed it.
“When are you going to call him?” She asked, splashing the water lightly out of boredom.
“Should I call him now?” I looked at her, waiting for her piece of advice.
“Do it!” She smiled widely, shooting her glance up at me.
I went to Twitter and opened the DM again, I clicked the highlighted/underlined number in the message and it immediately began calling. It was a longer digit number which meant it had to be a London number, it looked like one. I would know, due to my many years studying London in school. It was my favorite topic in History. Thinking it was Harry’s, I waited for the long ringing tone.
“Hello?” The recognizable British accent said through the other line.
“Hello? Harry?” I said, unsure.
“Who is this?” Harry asked.
“It’s Emma you asked me to call you when I had the chance so this is me calling you.” I bite my lip, I was so nervous I would mess up and say the wrong thing or do something wrong.
“Hey! I’m glad that you called; I was beginning to think you never would, that you were scared. Listen I’ve seen on the internet and heard from people what has been happening to you since I posted the tweet. I didn’t mean to cause such a mess on you; I didn’t want paparazzi attacking you or anything it was simply my only way of finding you.” Harry confessed.
“No it’s okay, I know you wouldn’t ever purposely do it.” I respond.
“Now that I found you… I really want to see you Emma is there any way we can make that happen? I mean, if you’re willing to.” Harry spoke.
“No I would love to, I don’t know when and I don’t know where though. I’m in New York, you are in London.” I sighed; of course there is an obstacle.
“What if I fly you out to London? I’ll buy your ticket, I will pay for you to stay in a hotel. I’ll take care of everything; all you have to do is come… What do you say?” Harry asked, sounding quite nervous.

Notes

sorry its short i have to go to school now but i will try and post some more on the weekend (tomorrow)
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