"Elizabeth." Simon called me in.
"This is it." I whispered before walking into the studio and getting into position.
My music started and before I knew it the dance ended.
Everyone in the room politely clapped and the next girl was called in.
"That was beautiful." Harry congratulated.
"Thanks. I hope Simon thinks the same thing." I sighed.
"Don't worry about him. You did great!"
"But he's the one who chooses the dancer."
"Why are you so worried about this audition?"
"I...it's my first big audition." I said convincingly.
"I know it's not, your dad could stop talking about how proud he was when you landed all the auditions you've done." Harry said as a matter of fact. "Now what is the real reason?"
I pulled him into the other studio and took a deep breath.
"I'm afraid... That if another dancer gets pick, you'll spread so much time with her and forget about me and fall for her." I sighed.
"That'll never happen, Elizabeth. I'm in love with you and no one else can take that away from us, okay?" He embraced me in a hug.
"I love you too. I'm sorry I ever thought that. I just-"
"You don't have to explain. Now let's go see how you did." Harry smiled as we walked into the other room.
"Today went very well, as I might say. But, I can only choose one dancer. And that is-" Simon started but got cut off.
"Wait. You might want to see this!" One of management said while looking out the window.
"What?" Simon groaned. I turned around and saw a ton of paparazzi trying to get into the building.
"What the hell is going on? How do they know we're here. It's been secluded for weeks." He asks astonished. Simon demands for the curtains to be closed and his assitant follows the order along with making sure no one gets in.
Shit. I looked at Harry and he knew exactly what I knew.
"Well let's get on with this." Simone huffed. "I choose Elizabeth Phillips."
"Congrats!" Harry smiled and pulled me into an enormous hug.
"Thanks." I blushed, "But what about everyone knowing."
"Babe. The paparazzi? Remember... our secrets already out."
"Oh right." I nodded the crashed my lips on Harry's
"Might as well celebrate with a bang." I laughed and turned to see everyone looking.
"Harry. Can I speak with you?" Simon stated concerned. Harry followed Simon out of the room and into Danny's office, I followed slowly behind them, one to gwet my bag, 2 I didn't want to face the paps without Harry.
"When were you planning on telling me you're dating the dancer I just hired?" Simon said sternly.
"I don't have to tell you everything Si."
"It's part of my job to protect you and whomever you are associating with. I'm not upset. This could be good for you. Just don't screw it up." Simon instructed.
"And at the next interview, you're announcing your relationship." And with that Harry left the room.
"That went better then I thought it would." I said grabbing his hand.
"Just wait until we get outside and deal with the paps." He chuckled. "Put your sunglasses and hoodie on. And never let go of my hand until we get to your car."
I did as he said and we burst through the front doors pushing past the paps snapping pictures of us and yelling questions.
Most of them were towards Harry but there were a few meant for me.
"How long have you been dating?"
"Are you the dancer in there new music video?"
But one hurt the most.
"Are you just using him to land the job?"
Harry squeezed my hand for reassurance. Finally after pushing through everyone, we made it to my car and I let Harry drive. I was in no state to drive right now.
"This is all my sisters fault." I sighed looking out the window as we pulled out of the parking lot.
"It would've happened eventually. You can't always blame your sister." Harry tried siding with her.
I took out my phone and saw a ton of notifications from Twitter. One was a retweet of a picture of Harry and I at my door step. The photo was clearly taken from inside my house meaning it was Catherine who took it.
"You can't tell me now that it's not her fault." I stated showing him the photo quickly.
"Well I can't argue with that."
We drove to my house in silence.
"You can come inside." I said when we pulled into my drive way.
I unlocked the door to find Catherine sitting in the living room.
"Oh great!" I groned.
"Nice to see you too."
"Act civil." Harry whispered to me.
"No. This is all her fault!" I shouted.
"Why am I even here right now?!" I whispered to myself.
"I think you two should work things out." Harry said walking back to the door.
"Please don't go." I pleaded.
"I'll call you later." He pressed his lips on my forehead then left.
"I really don't know why he's dating you." Catherine laughed.
"Why are you so rude?"
"Everyone says it. Have you seen Twitter lately?" She says handing me her computer.
'Elizabeth is so gross. What does harry see in her?!'
'@lizzyphillips What does Harry even like about you?! Your such a slut! #harrysslut'
'#harrysslut is trending? Looks like Harry's at it again. Bets on how long this will last....'
A tear slipped down my cheek. That's when I saw something else.
'@cathyphillips1d: @lizzyphillips pic.twitter.com/fjsbhjVgkeY #harrysslut'
It was the picture of Harry and I that Catherine took and she called me a slut.
"I can't even believe you! And you call yourself a sister." I cried.
I ran up to my room and before I even realized it, I was stuffing clothes into a duffel bag. I pack anything I'd need for a few days. After I ran down stairs and out the door without saying a word. I didn't even bother brining my car I started walking.