The night wasn’t supposed to go like this. He’d bought her a beautiful bracelet he’d found while packing up his dressing room one night. He couldn’t remember where it came from, but it sparkled under the fluorescent lights and it would sound romantic when the press reported that he’d gifted her with a second-hand bracelet.
Ugh, the press. Harry sighed deeply just thinking about it. Lately everything he’s done, he’s done for them. Kissing Taylor in Times Square on New Year’s Eve, walking around the zoo together with a baby, introducing her to an English Realtor who would help her buy a house close to his mother’s house. Frankly he felt exhausted by the the whirlwind events of the past month. Being in a staged relationship wasn’t nearly as fun as it looked. Especially when he knew that Taylor would inevitably get to be the one to dump him.