||T w o - H a r r y||

||Chapter Two||

[Harry]

Till now.

Ten successful movies.

Four movie awards.

Three fake girlfriends.

One true secret boyfriend.

One honest and faithful best friend.

Loyal fans?

I can say I have those.

They make me feel better at times.

Although

Sometimes they get to a whole new level of what you call 'creepy'.

Not all of them though.

"New movie, they want you in it." Liam, my best friend informed me.

"How is it?" I asked.

"The scary horror type I guess." Was his answer.

"No." Simply my answer.

"But-

"Scary events mostly happen at night don't they? So you know my answer Li."

That was the end of our conversation.

My best friend understands me.

He's the only one who does.

Actually

He's the only one who knows my secret.

I trust him.

You might be wondering.

Why the night?

I have an answer.

I won't reveal my secret.

But I will say this.

I have a certain fear.

Then you don't act in 'night' scenes?

I do.

Only, it depends.

"The movie premiere is next Saturday. I'm excited." Liam said.

He's lounging on my huge couch.

Munching on some crisps I hate.

"Aha, I have a bad feeling about it though." I said.

I'm sitting next to him.

Flicking through one of the many magazines I have.

"Why? What's the worst that could happen?" He asked.

I just glared.

He chuckled.

"So what if a girl jumped out of nowhere and wrote on your face? Doesn't mean it'll happen again."

He finds this funny.

I don't.

"She wrote 'dickhead' on my forehead Liam! It was glued to my face for a week." I replied.

She wasn't a fan of me.

She was like a monkey; nobody could pry her off me and she was scratchy; nails dug in my skin.

She was heavy.

She was scary.

She was a nightmare.

"Your fans will protect you this time." He declared.

Where are my bodyguards when I need them?

Nowhere.

Oh

My phone is ringing.

Private number.

"Hello?"

No sound in response.

Weird.

"Anybody there?" I tried again.

That's when it happened again.

For the millionth time.

Heavy breathing.

Still no talking.

Still horrifying.

Liam asks who.

I always say

Wrong number.

For some odd reason.

The person on the other end of the line.

Makes me excited.

It's like a weird feeling.

When I know he or she might be dangerous.

But I still wanna risk it.

"People think I'm weird and mysterious." I said.

Reading the magazine.

I noticed me.

"That's cause they never see you at night buddy." Liam replies.

He's that simple.

He quickly finds a solution.

"Plus, you act like a stuck-up brat." He continued.

I wanted to punch him.

I wanted to defend myself.

But the thing is.

I know he's right.

I am those things.

But

Only in public.

Around the paparazzi.

I try to hide the real me.

I hide that I like boys.

And I hide my shameful secret that I mentioned before.

Nothing can make me face this fear.

One, the fear I already have.

Two, the fear of facing the whole world.

It would take a miracle.

It needs something true and meaningful.

Unless Liam betrays me, that's another story for another time.

P.S. I might sound weak but I'm not. I'm just waiting for the stronger.

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Fin.