Author's Note:So this imagine was based off Britney Spears' song perfume. Kinda sad and angst. Enjoy loves!
Dating a superstar isn't as pretty as it seemed to be. Being able to kiss in front of the press at a premiere. Having to hold hands as you walk down the streets with the hungry paparazzi flashing their cameras at you. Or simply, just enjoying the comfort of being in each other's arms while surrounded my friends and family. Turns out, all those cute romantic scenarios are impossible when your boyfriend's extraordinary career is his top priority.
I understood it, at first. Harry having to go with different celebrities for publicity and recognition from the media for his music. It was fun in the beginning, having to sneak around and pretending you don't have a secret love life. It felt like we were on the run. The excitement ran off quickly however. It all became so ... tiring. Well, to me, only. It was a heavy burden, my relationship with him. I had to lie to everyone whenever he was with me. My friends. My family.
Perhaps the most tiring part was his on and off again stunt with his friend Camille Rowe. She was a model and I was jealous, slightly paranoid too. As much as Harry claimed that she was a friend, I knew he had history with her. I suspected it. I've seen how they act all friendly with each other when they're together. In reality, I hated her. Not for her physique rather for she had the pleasure of do things with Harry I dreamed about. It made me crazy and sick. Actually, it made me depressed.
Harry, of course, didn't know how I felt. I hid my feelings well from him. I was aloof;detached whenever I thought about this. Over the past weeks, I began to zone out frequently with Harry noticing. I brushed it off each time he asked what was wrong. Almost like the situation now.
"I can feel yeh'" He blurted out with his eyes still closed in bed.
"Feel what?" I asked trying to ignore my staring at him.
"Yeh' know what. Yeh' staring" Harry said, burying himself in the pink covers even more.
"Sorry. Must be because you're so handsome" I lied partly.
Harry opened his eyes, squinting. He blinked several times adjusting and clearing his sleepy vision.
"Is that so?" Harry asked,
"Mmm mmm" I hummed, agreeing.
Harry moved towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I let out a sigh, remembering how seconds like these were being counted down until tonight.
"What's wrong love?" Harry asked noticing the shift in my mood.
"Do you really have to go? To the fashion show?" I asked.
I looked up to him. His captivating green-blueish eyes locked with mine.His eyes looked elsewhere, thinking. He's not going to give me the truth. His career matters more. Harry looked to me again.
"Yeh know . . I want to" Harry said.
I turned in bed away from him. Harry waited a moment before speaking.
"I love yeh . . Remem'ber that" Harry said cuddling me.
"I do" I said.
I truly do. I just wished I could believe it more.
Harry kissed my forehead before getting up from bed.
"Eggs?" Harry asked, suggesting breakfast.I gave a hint of a smile.
"Sunny side up" I stated.
"Stay. I'll make yeh breakfast in bed princess" Harry said before walking out my bedroom.
I didn't follow his order. As soon as he left the room, I got up from bed. I walked to my dresser where all my perfumes were laid out on top. I reached for my favorite, Miss Dior. I removed the head of the bottle and started to spray the bottle all over my body and clothes. I didn't care if I was marking him like a territory. I loved him and this was the only way I could show him when he's with her.
I'll never tell, tell on myself
but I hope she smells my perfume
I hide it well, hope you can tell
but I hope she smells my perfume
