VALERIE

Chapter 4: Retrieval Operation

In celebration for Liam Payne’s 20th Birthday, I give you seven new chapters of this book. HAHAHA xD
I LOVE YOU Liam! 

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Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

It’s been three weeks already and my relationship with Harry has been widely known to the world. It’s funny how social media make it easier to propagate information in just a snap. Our hoax relationship has gained a lot of various reactions from people, especially from his die-hard and overprotective fans. Few are neutral but mostly are violent;

Why her? She’s not even blonde.

Slutty model.

Flirt!

Whore!

Some even are cynical about it, thinking that it’s going to be another one of Harry’s quick and pastime relationship. It’s okay though, Mr. XXX has told me exactly what to expect when my name gets glued with the famous Harry Styles.

Eleanor and I have built a strong bond together as well. Every time the boys hang-out, we end up having our own conversation. We talk about girl-stuffs, our job, her studies and complaints about our boyfriends. She already introduced me to Danielle, Liam’s girlfriend. She’s nice and gorgeous. I can’t deny though that I’m a bit awkward about it at first. Considering I have a crush on her boyfriend. Just got chills.Haha! But yes, Danielle and I are now good friends.

However, it’s been three weeks also that Harry’s been wincing himself to sleep on the sofa every night. I feel sorry for him, but it’s his choice. We’ve been pretty civil with each other but we never really took the time to know more about each other. We’re just not that interested. We only exchange thoughts on what to eat each dinner, when there’s no more food on the fridge and we have to go and get groceries and nothing more. We just simply show to the world that we’re a happy couple; go out on a date once in a while, showing up on their guestings or rehearsals, everything to make it more convincing. I feel that this job is kind of corny, but I can’t complain.

It gets boring every time I have no photo shoot or fashion show to attend to and I’m stuck in the house with him. The TV is all his and the only indispensible tool I have to keep me  entertained are some books and my headphones plugged in with songs of my favourite artists.

My weary hand misses sketching. Some of my stuffs are still in my old flat. Apart from modelling, I can also sketch stuffs and design dresses which I’ve decided to keep to myself. Modelling isn’t my first choice. I’m only using it as a stepping stone of becoming a fashion designer and finance my own a gallery. Since I don’t really know much about any other job, modelling has helped me to survive in London.

Quarter to three in the afternoon, I decided to get dressed, grab my bag which has the key to my old flat in it. Probably just a 30 minute ride in a cab, I’m there already.

“Where are you going?” Harry pops out of nowhere as I take my step to the lounge. It caused me to slightly jump and pat my hand on my chest.

“Shocks, Harry! You gave me a fright.” I sigh deeply.

“Sorry.” He apologizes and repeats his question, “So where are you going?”

I continue walking past him and towards the door and say, “To my old flat.”

He follows me from behind and interrogates, “May I know what you’re going to do in your old flat?”

I turn about and face him, look sternly and speak up with an annoyed tone, “Seriously? Do I really have to tell you everything? You’re not my father, and clearly not my mother.”