Harry's Author // H.S

Chapter 89

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I was just sitting around in his apartment waiting for him to come home.

More like counting down the minutes till he does.

This is the third night this week he's "had" to do this.

After Gemma left, his management called saying the publicity stunt starts now.

I understood it was for publicity but God, it didn't hurt any less.

It hurt even more knowing that it couldn't be me whom he could hold hands with, go on dates with and be affectionate with in public.

Though I knew it was just a publicity stunt of a relationship, it still felt like Harry had two girlfriends and as it continued, I was beginning to feel like less of one.

It hurt like hell.

The reason behind this false relationship was because his management believes that it will draw more attention to the upcoming film hes starring in, and the summer magazine photoshoot she's modelling for.

I despised her, but mostly because I was jealous of her.

I didn't have long legs like her, or a flat, toned stomach like hers. I didn't have hair that magically straightened itself to reach the bottom of my back. My face wasn't perfectly symmetrical like hers. I just couldn't compete with her.

But most of all, I wasn't her.

I wasn't Kendall Jenner.

Being the idiot I am, I searched up a celebrity blogger site to see the daily news and much to my demise, the papped pictures of Harry and Kendall had already surfaced on the site.

I sighed, saddened as my eyes scanned over every one of them.

She was holding him, they were laughing, they were in the restaurant eating food talking among each other.

He had his shades on but it still seemed as if he enjoyed it, despite the many times he made it clear to me that he doesn't enjoy a second of pretending to be with someone that isn't me.

I didn't know what to believe anymore.

I knew I had to trust him, but the dimple stained cheeks he displayed as he held her in his arms told me otherwise.

I proceeded to browse through the comments wondering what the worlds opinion was of this odd couple.

"She's so pretty."

"Harrys so lucky."

"Kendalls so lucky. I wish I was with Harry."

All comments revolving around how they were basically perfect for each other, and then my eyes caught a comment I'd wish I'd unseen.

"She's so much prettier than that author girl. Harry deserves a model like Kendall, not a bimbo like Stella."

More hate comments continued. I knew how to handle this, but my god, these people could be relentless.

"Right." Another comment replied, "We all knew he was going to dump that author chick anyway. She's a nobody, and Harry deserves a somebody. Plus, Kendall is so much more attractive and has a perfect body unlike her."

Like my insecurities didn't seep through enough from the last time.
I had enough of these hateful comments and decided to shut off my phone for the night and lugged myself to Harry's bed, continuing to wait up for him.

I changed into one of his shirts allowing my legs to remain bare besides my lace underwear underneath.

My hair was muffled up from all the rolling around in the bed.