Spotted [h.s]

Fifty

"Will you be okay?" His palms touch mine, our fingers entwine.

"I guess," 

"I'll call tomorrow. Promise,"

"Do you want to come in?" I ask, hoping he'd say yes. We had been standing outside my house for hours, just talking, and I really wanted him to meet my parents again.
I was also hoping he'd tell them we were together, you know?

"It's sort of late," Harry states, glancing at his watch. "Tomorrow, yeah?" His hand lightly touches my cheek, and he leans in to kiss me.

As soon as our lips meet, my dad opens the door to our house, causing Harry to pull away. Perfect timing, yet again.

"Did I interrupt something?" The tone of his voice doesn't indicate worry, he just seems okay with it.

"Sir," Harry acknowledges, offering his hand for something that seemed like a handshake to me.

"What happened to Mr Fray? Do things change when you're dating my daughter?" How did he even know? Dad laughs and colour rises to Harry's cheeks. 

To make everything less awkward, I run into my dad's arms and he pulls me into a hug. He kisses my hair, and whispers in my ears.

"I'm so happy for you,"

"I'll get going, it's late. Can I come by tomorrow, if that's okay, Sir?"

"You should really come in now. Rachel's all set with her hot chocolate and she's going to go crazy if she found out you came all the way here and didn't stop by,"

I love you dad.

"Guess I don't have a choice, then?" His eyes lit up as the the corners of his mouth turned, his dimples growing prominent as his face clearly conveyed how happy he felt.

"Time to play twenty questions with your parents." Harry whispers as he throws his arm around my shoulder and we walk inside, following my father.

I had to admit it, Paris was the best trip I ever went on. There were some things, or some people that did try ruining the experience for me, but Harry still a managed to make these five days the best five days of my life.

The shows were amazing, meeting Harry's family and the other girls was beyond amazing, and I was happier than I had been in a very long time.

All the sightseeing, every single moment shared with him in Paris would be cherished by me, forever.

The time we went to the lock bridge, the time he gave me that bracelet, the time he told me he loved me, the time he made love to me after confessing he loved me, the time he asked me to be his girlfriend, and the time he came back after Paige's terrible, terrible plan had failed.

Chloe had confessed to Harry that it was all set up, Paige had set up the entire suicide thing, and she had admitted doing it.

The Chloe girl who I unfortunately coudn't meet, seemed really nice. She was Paige's sister and she was elder to her by only two years, and she was way more understanding than Paige could ever be.

Harry told me everything about what happened at their hotel. Paige begged him to leave me and go back to her for a year so she could have the modelling campaigns she had lost because of Harry breaking up with her, and that was all she cared about.

I was stunned at how preposterous,egocentric and low someone could be.
Why would you fake your own suicide? Why?

Is this what fame does to people?

I coudn't help but pray that I never had to see or hear from her again. I've had enough shit to deal with for a lifetime.

"Clary!" My mum calls out, running towards me and hugging me, nearly choking me to death. Ow.