SPOTTED: McKenna Prentiss moves on with lead guitarist?
It's been 2 months since Prentiss' sudden departure from Styles' World Tour, which shocked a lot of fans since they've been hanging out more often and have been very flirtatious on each other's instagram accounts.
However, fans seem to point out than in the Paris show, Prentiss couldn't 'keep her tears at bay' and ended up shedding a few tears when she covered Katy Perry's 'Not Like the Movies'.
Prentiss shocked fans, however, when she appeared as Taylor Swift's guest performer at her show in Los Angeles. Swift had also been linked to Styles in 2013, releasing songs like Style, and Out of the Woods, written about him.
And it seems like Prentiss has finally moved on from Styles.
Her new beau, Dylan Parker seemed to share a lot of photos of him and Prentiss together, giving us major relationship goals fever.
Dylan Parker is the son of Marissa and David Parker, who owns a number of art galleries in France, New York and Los Angeles.
Harry Styles | June 14, 2018 | Hershey, PA
Don't you call him baby,
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me
I, I confess,
I can tell that you are at your best
I'm selfish so I'm hating it
I noticed that
There's a piece of you in how I dress
Take it as a compliment
Does he take you walking 'round his parents gallery?
"Wow." Mitch says as I finish showing him the song, and I give him a glare.
"That's it?" I place the guitar back in it's case and stare at him, he's got to give me more than that.
"Well, I mean, you practically pushed her into another man's arms." Mitch shrugs, and I take the small throw pillow behind me and whack him behind the head.
"No need to remind me." I glare. I've been beating myself up for the last few months, I don't need a constant reminder. Well, I have Dylan constantly reminding me that McKenna is happier with him.
I know what I did with Camille was wrong, and I know ditching her in Paris was wrong too, but Camille needed me, well, she didn't need the kiss, but it happened anyway and I can't do anything about it anymore.
"Sorry H, but come on, you can't keep beating yourself up for that." Mitch says, giving me a sympathetic smile.
"Yes he can, and he will." Helene and Sarah suddenly barge into my hotel room, and Helene gave me the dirtiest glare I've ever seen her give. For someone who's petite and always kind, this is such a different side of Helene.
"Helene come on give him a break." Sarah rolls her eyes, good to know the band was still on my side, at least they can make me sound good when Helene'll make me look bad.
"No, he deserves to be beating himself up for breaking the poor girls heart. She's endured enough and now she has to pick up the broken pieces again just because Harry here couldn't keep it in his pants." Helene argued, which made me roll my eyes.
"I didn't even have sex with her." I defend myself, that seems to be the only thing I've been doing the past few days.
"You might as well have! She waited for 3 hours in Paris for you to take her to see the Eiffel Tower, H. You should've seen her face when she realized you weren't coming." I knew Helene took Kenna's side, I wasn't surprised she did, but this was getting out of control. Add into the mix what Kenna had done with Taylor and bam, you've got yourself Public Relations calling Jeff who then called me.
When I heard what happened, I couldn't actually believe it. I mean, I had no hard feelings for Taylor, but it's the way that she sang Style knowing full well it was written about me, but hey, what can I do? It was the perfect opportunity.
Ever since Camille found out that Kenna had dropped out of tour, she came by and asked how I was. We both deeply regretted what we did, we had no explanations except that we were both caught up in the moment.
I know it was selfish of me to do so, and it was more selfish of me to have kept it from Kenna, but I didn't know what to do. I've been waiting for this moment since I got to know her, but I had to go and fuck it up, real classy Harry.
"How is she anyway?" I asked Helene who still gave me a glare, she crossed her arms and leaned back into the sofa.
"Doing better than I've ever expected. I'm sure you've heard that she-"
"Yeah, that she's dating Dylan." I finished her sentence. Of course I knew she was dating Dylan, it's all over my instagram because the fucker is so public with his relationship, which I know McKenna hates. "At least tell me he's treating her well."
"Better than you have, H." Helene shrugs, and I couldn't help but feel the crack in my heart grow even more in depth.
I knew it was my fault, I knew I pushed her into another man's arms, but it still hurt. She moved on, she forgot about me.
"Well," Sarah starts as the tension in the room starts to thicken, Helene would constantly glare at me, whilst Mitch and Sarah just sat awkwardly next to her because they didn't know what to do. "We should head on to the venue yeah?"
After a lot of arguing and pointing fingers later, we finally made it to the arena, and Helene was already working, making sure she kept her distance from me. I wouldn't really blame her, Helene spent more time with Kenna than with me this tour, and I didn't really mind.
Kacey Musgraves, my new opening act, was currently doing her soundcheck. Jeff had suggested taking Kacey as my opening act, and after hearing a few of her songs, I was on board.
As soon as my soundcheck was finished, I headed to the vocal room instead of my own dressing room. I had been toying with a more somber melody since I pressed the keys, and Mitch came in a few moments later.
"God, I was in the exact same position when Kenna had seen you and Camille kissing in your dressing room." Mitch chuckles to himself and I glare at him, it's not the right time to joke.
"Ha-ha," I feign laughter, and he chuckles more to himself. "She was heartbroken you know. I don't mean to make you feel more guilty than you are, but Harry I just don't understand why you would do this to her?"
"I don't know either." I shrug, and continue playing the keys on the piano. Mitch decided to add on to it, by pressing his fingers on the piano, and it made the perfect harmony.
"Woke up in my bed, and you're not there. Yeah, there's no one to blame but the drink in my wavering hands." I started to sing as Mitch and I build up on the piano, and Mitch nods encouragingly, asking me to continue singing.
"Forget what I said, it's not what I meant. Well, I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left." I am suddenly reminded of the time McKenna suddenly ended the stunt, and I sent her those awful messages, it wasn't fair of me to do so.
I have never been so open and so vulnerable when writing a song, I hated what I did to McKenna, I really did. I have no explanation as to why I did what I did, and maybe it's why I'm so mad at myself.
"What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling." I sang, and I could feel the tears as they started to blur my vision, and I could tell Mitch could notice too because my voice started to waver.
"What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, kinda loosin' myself, just falling." I was a mess, and I didn't even write down the lyrics, or record what I was singing, but this was different than any writing process I have ever done. I was open, I was vulnerable.
"I'm well aware, I wrote too many songs about you. Now the coffee's out, at the Beachwood Cafe, and it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say." The Beachwood Cafe was the only place I ever felt comfortable, especially with McKenna. It houses so many memories for McKenna and I, it's the place where we both fell in love, without the both of us even knowing.
"What am I now? What if you're someone I just want around?" I finish singing, and instinctively press my thumb and forefinger to the bridge of my nose, trying to stop myself from crying. I feel Mitch pat my back, and I finally open my eyes, I didn't even know I closed them while I was singing.
Songwriting has been so therapeutic for me, and I before I seem to always be holding back, but now? Now that I have finally been open to the thought of being vulnerable, and I have McKenna to thank for that.
She has showed me that it's okay to be vulnerable.
"Now that is a song!" Mitch exclaims which elicits a light chuckle from me. "Now, let's put on a show."
Performing has always been my favorite part of my job, aside from the songwriting, singing my songs to a crowd of my fans always gave me this rush, and sometimes when I peer down and see their faces, I often see some crying, and it makes me realize how much I've connected to different people when it comes to my music.
Mitch had evidently noticed how different I acted on stage, I was not as enthusiastic as I always was, I'm sure the fans had noticed this too.
"Alright, alright, for this next song, I'm sure you've heard the lovely Ms. Ariana Grande sing this song, and tonight, hopefully, I don't butcher this song." I introduced the song, which made the crowd scream even louder.
This song holds such an important place in my heart, because I wrote it when I was 19, and who knew I would be singing it now and feel the same amount of hurt I had when I was 19.
I know I'm not you're only
But at least I was one
I heart a little love
Was better than none.
Mitch and I quickly moved from the A stage to the B stage, and ultimately this is my favorite part of the entire show, it used to be singing Only Angel, but now it's this, singing Sweet Creature and If I Could Fly, this has taken the spot.
I remember McKenna telling me how If I Could Fly was her favorite song from Made in the A.M., aside from the song's she's written of course, and I couldn't help but tear up as I sang this song.
I think I might
Give up everything
Just ask me to
I will give up everything without her asking, I should've given up everything regarding Camille for her.
Pay attention, I hope that you listen
Cause I'm letting my guard down
Right now, I'm completely defenceless
The lyric change obviously didn't go unnoticed, and I saw how a few fans widened their eyes when they noticed the lyric change.
If I wanted to win McKenna back, I had to do everything and anything. Should I even win her back? Is she going to take me back?
"Great show, H!" Jeff placed his hand on my shoulder, and I forced a smile.
"We're all heading out, you wanna join?" He asks, and I shook my head no. I wasn't in the partying mood, I haven't been since McKenna left. I had this feeling that I couldn't be happy, I shouldn't be happy. I hurt the one person who has always shown me that she loves me, and I never doubted that.
McKenna deserves to be happy, she does, but if I have to be an arrogant son of a bitch, then I could notice that she wasn't happy with him. Her happiness when she was with me was different.
Not going out with my friends didn't stop me from drinking, no. I'd rather wallow alone and start thinking about how I always manage to fuck things up.
My hands were moving quicker than my brain could be able to process, and soon I was calling Kenna from the floor of my hotel room.
"Hello?" She probably didn't see the caller ID because this was the first time she had answered since she left the tour.
"Kenna?" I couldn't even process what was happening, why did I even call her?
"Oh, Harry." Her voice suddenly wavered, and I could picture her biting her lip in nervousness.
"Hey, how are you?" There are so many things I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to tell her, but should I?
"Uhm, what's up? Why'd you call?" She asks, her tone doesn't seemed annoyed at all, it seems as though she missed talking to me.
"I just miss you, s'all." The alcohol was making it's way to my brain, and I couldn't help the words as they stumbled out of my mouth. I heard McKenna's breath hitch, and the silence on the line was deafening.
"Harry, I-, Harry are you drunk?" Her voice was meek and quiet. I could feel her hesitation before she asked her question.
"Maaaaybe." I drag out, my voice slurring and I chuckle a bit to hide it. And before I could even process what I was going to say, the words just came out, "When are you coming back?"
"Harry," she starts, and the hesitation from her voice isn't gone, it's as if it grew even more as her breathing starts to pick up, "You know why I can't."
"Why is that? Huh? McKenna, I love you, and only you. Please come back home." I couldn't help the tears as they started to pool in my eyes.
"I am home Harry." She says softly, and I could feel her crying, I heard the small sniffle that had escaped from her, and all I wanted to do was hold her.
"You're home is with me, angel. Please come home." I was crying now, and I was never this vulnerable. I knew the amount of love I could give, I have so much love to give and I only wanted to love her.
"You and I both know that it isn't the case anymore Harry. You broke my heart H." I could tell she was crying now, she would hiccup whenever she couldn't get the words out.
"I know baby, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me." The tears were already escaping my eyes, I couldn't hold back anymore. I was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling and cursing myself for hurting her.
"I'm sorry, H. I have to go." She says quickly.
"I love you." I say, but as the words escape my mouth, the line went dead.
And I got the feeling that you'll never need me again.
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