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Take 30 - Change Your Ticket - Part 3

“But that’s not what I said, at all.”

“She doesn’t care.” Steven sighed. “All she cares about is readers. And her stories managed to catch a lot of those.” He walked further into the room.

“That’s really rude,” I muttered.

He snorted. “She’s a menace. I can’t believe you haven’t stumbled upon her before.”

“Maybe I have.” I shrugged. “I’m not that good with names, faces, and grudges.”

Steven laughed. “Wise choice.”

Smiling at him, I stuck my hands into the pockets of my shorts. “So… what do we do now?”

He shrugged. “She probably already sent in a draft, but we’ll deal with it when that time comes. Now, we need to get you out to the signing.”

“Wouldn’t it be weird for me to be there?”

“Why would it be?”

“Well…” I averted my eyes. “The fans are sort of here for the guys and not me. I almost feel like I’m intruding.”

“Nah.” He shook his head. “This is still part of the movie promotion. Fans of the band will have a chance to get a personal signing another time. We’ve already revealed you’re going to be there.”

“Oh, okay.” I bit my lip, wondering if more people would attack me for dating Harry. It seemed silly to mention to Steven, though.

“We’ve made sure to add extra security for you.” He nudged my shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Steven wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and once again, I was overwhelmed with the fake feeling of having a dad nearby. I knew that no one would ever replace my parents, but I was still eternally grateful that Steven had my back.

“Thank you,” I said and walked with him out of the room.

“No problem,” he said. “All we need is—“

He stopped speaking abruptly. I glanced at him, noticing that he was staring at something. I turned my head and saw Harry stand on a table. Frowning, we walked closer to hear what he was saying.

The other guys were sitting down, ready to sign posters. Their faces were all lined in the same grave expression as they looked out over the crowd.

I turned my attention to Harry.

“While we appreciate,” he said. “That you’re all here to support us, I just wanted to let you know that any further attempts at attacking my girlfriend will be dealt with by security. As you can see, the big guys in black behind me are ready to take action at any moment. I hope this signing will go peacefully from now on. Thank you.”

He stepped down, and I walked over to him.

When I came closer, I could see he had some scratch marks on his neck. They were already starting to fade, but I could still see them.

“What happened?”

“Some fan wasn’t too thrilled that you were joining. The guards took her outside.” He shrugged.

“Are you okay?” I reached up and ran my fingers across the marks on his neck.

“I'm all right.” He smiled. “I don’t think wanted to hurt me, her arms were flailing when the guards apprehended here. One of her movements got lucky.”

“I’m so sorry for all of this.” I took his hands.

He kissed my forehead. “It’s not your fault, I promise.”

Together, we walked over to the table and sat down. I grabbed a pen, ready to write Milla Hanson on everything. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the closest thing to not lying I had.

Girl after girl walked past me, asking me to sign the movie poster, their phone case or a small book they had. I was quick to notice that I should have practiced for this. After the first twenty autographs, my hand began to cramp.

Most of all, I found it entertaining how people kept declaring their undying love to Harry. I glanced at him, noticing his smile when he told each and everyone that he loved them too. It was adorable, and it seemed genuine. My heart somewhat melted as I saw how he took the time to care about each fan.

That was until someone I recognized showed up.

I didn’t know her name, but her face was etched into my memory. The girl who had attacked me at the hotel. Instinctively, I scooted my chair back to get out of reach, but she barely spared me a glance.

The guards behind me tensed up at my reaction, but they were standing by until the girl moved.

“How am I supposed to enjoy the concert when she’s there?” the fan asked, looking directly at Harry.

I noticed him clench his fists, but he remained calm. “I would think you’d enjoy it more—I certainly am going to.”

“She’s poisoning you. Don’t you see?” The fan’s voice was low and filled with venom. It gave me the shivers.

Harry gave her a small smile. “Even if I wanted to remove her from the concert—which I don’t—then there’s nothing I can do. Tonight is a sponsored show from the producers behind Love Beat. If you’re not satisfied with that, I suggest you change your ticket to another date, or sell it to the highest bidder.”

With that, he looked at the next person in line. “Who can I sign this to, love?”

I watched carefully as the psychopath was gestured away from the line. If this had been a cartoon, I was pretty sure fumes would have been coming from her head. I scooted back to the table, but my mind was still on what had just happened.

Smiling, I signed the girl’s poster and tried to resume the signing.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I'm back from Ireland now. I'm really sorry I didn't get this out to you sooner, but yesterday I recieved some pretty bad news regarding my health. For now, it's nothing to worry about, but I'll have to go through a bunch of tests next week, like bone-marrow extract, blood tests and a CT-scan. Cross your fingers for me, eh? I'm not at my peak. 

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