Managed

Chapter 11

We were halfway through November and I was exhausted. I had gigs nearly every night and I was pleasantly surprised by the growing amount of supporters I was getting. I had Harry to thank for that, every now and then, he would tweet about my shows. He was there almost every night unless he was busy with his band. Their album was due to get released in a little more than a week and Harry was incredibly excited, he had been trying to get me to listen to the album for the past four days but I'd always find a reason not to, I had even used the "I have too much cleaning to do" to avoid it! I didn't want to listen to it, not like it and then fake an appreciative look. I didn't want to lie to him but I didn't want to hurt him either, which was really weird, I never gave a shit about what others felt, I had been living in a trance for the past year and Harry was slowly breaking in and I would be lying if I said that I didn't like it. I felt incredibly at ease around him and found myself laughing wholeheartedly more often in the small amount of time I had spent with him than I had during the past few years. It did scare me a bit though. Even if he promised he'd stay after the contract, a small part of me couldn't help but believe that he would loose interest in me. I mean why would he want to be friend with me anyway? I wasn't anything special, in fact, I was a fuck up, a bitch and a coke addict. That was enough for anyone to run away.

Betty had dragged me with her to a shopping trip and I was currently sitting on one of the chairs in the changing room, bored to death.

"Kale, can you get me the same pants in 14?" Shouted Betty from her room.

"No." I replied back.

"Oh come on, don't be a bitch!"

I was about to tell Betty to go fuck herself when my phone rang.

"Hey ho, hey ho Kale!"

"Styles!" I greeted a smile forming on my lips.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Uhm, I don't know, right now I'm shopping with Betty but I haven't made any plans for the night yet. Why? You can't get enough of me?"

Harry let out a small chuckle.

"I could never get enough of you Kale."

This was a thing Harry did often, he'd say things like that and make my heart skip a beat. And I was pretty sure he didn't even realize what he was saying.

"It's my last night in LA before flying back to London tomorrow morning and well I thought it'd be great if I could see you?"

"You're going back to London? For how long?" I asked not liking the sad edge in my voice.

"Four days, then we're back in LA for a press conference and then off to London again for Album prep and book signings."

"Sounds like a pretty relaxed week!" I laughed.

"Yeah, that's why I thought it'd be cool to see you tonight," he said.

"Well yeah okay, I'll order some food and we can, I don't know, watch movies or something!"

"Or listen to the album..."

Uh oh.

"Oh shit Harry, Betty's coming back gotta go, talk to you later!" I hung up not giving him enough time to reply.

I looked up from my phone to find Betty peering out from her changing room shaking her head disapprovingly.

"Fuck off," I muttered shooting her an annoyed look.

***

It was 6 in the evening and I was setting the food I had bought on the tv table, waiting for Harry to arrive. Once done, I laid on my bed and turned on the television setting it on a rerun of Bold and Beautiful.