I was stunned by what he had just said to me but I didn't blame him. He was mad at me and rightfully so. 

But it hurt. It hurt more than I would like to admit.

I stood still just watching Harry arrive at the set and start doing his job.

"Should I let you know if everything worked out?" Georgia suddenly appeared beside me and I turned to look at her.

"Yes please. I'll be in my office." I said and quickly made my way to the elevator and back to my office.

A few tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my face as I stared out of the huge window I had behind me. People out on the street looked like ants or that's at least how books and movies describe them to look like.

In a blink of an eye the day was finally over and I packed my things before making my way home.

I called my dad telling him how it went and he informed me about their departure to their first destination early tomorrow morning.

Knowing my dad I knew he wanted to stay here a couple days longer to check up on me and the company but my mom had persuaded him to just leave since I would have everything under control. Which I did.

The next couple days seemed like a blur. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened but my mood was definitely not good no matter how much I tried.

Even Wes started to notice and frequently asked me what was going on but I kept brushing him off which was no good either.

"Just tell me!" He raised his voice after we had spend the whole Sunday in my apartment just hanging out, eating and watching Netflix.

"I slept with Harry."

Silence. Just as I had imagined.

"You what?" He asked shocked by the sudden confession I had made.

"Harry and I had sex." I repeated myself, using different words to describe the same event.

"Harry? And you? Had sex!?" He asked again probably just making sure that he wasn't loosing his mind.

"Yes." I confirmed.

"How did that happen? You hate each other. Don't you?" He kept asking more questions, trying to make it make sense.

"We did. Well we do." I corrected myself.

"So you do?" He sounded more confused than ever.

"We did but than we didn't. However, now we do or at least he hates me."

"None of this makes sense. Could you please elaborate? I want the whole story but let me get some snacks first." He said and quickly walked to my kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips.

When he came back he sat down and even took his time getting comfortable.

"Shoot."

"Well, I don't even know where to start. I always thought he hated me but then we had to stand in for two models and it was getting weird." I started of and even pulled put my phone to show him the photos.

"Man I can feel the tension through the screen." Wes commented.

"Yea anyways, I went to his apartment and confronted him. He basically told me he didn't hate me and suddenly kissed me. Nothing happened after that. Then when you had this meeting I was with Harry on the photography floor and Darren almost asked me out but Harry showed up so we left and then he suddenly kissed me again and I suggested a talk. Then on my last day he came over late at night and got mad because he thought I was moving or something which obviously wasn't true. He then wanted to have the talk but the talk involved not that much talking if you know what I mean. Oh and also the next day when you knocked on my door to go shopping he was in my bed the whole time."

"No way." Wes said, obviously sounding very surprised.

"He also photographed me for the cover which was the first time we saw each other after what had happened and later on we kissed on the staircase but got interrupted by someone basically being on the phone with my dad and revealing my secret to Harry. He was pissed and on Monday I wanted to talk to him but he said that what happened was a mistake and it would never happen again."

"Wow."

"Yea, wow."

"So does that mean you like him?" He asked unsure.

"Yea."

"And he hates you?"

"Yea."

"Oh man, that's messed up. This is honestly the last thing I would've ever thought would happen. Holy shit." Wes said, taking everything in.

"Believe me I thought the same." I sighed and leaned back on the couch.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" He asked.

"No. No way." I immediately declined the offer.

"You know, when he was drunk I told you he was blabbering about a girl...so that girl is you." He said the last part more to himself rather than to me.

"He said everything felt so good with her, well you...but that it was ruined now and not gonna lie he sounded kinda hurt." Wes explained and my heart was aching even more.

"I never wanted this to happen." I whispered and tears started filling my eyes. Wes wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest so I could let it out. And I did.

I hated being so vulnerable and I especially hated crying in front of others but for some reason I really needed to let it out and Wes is one of the few people I really trusted so I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed.

"Oh Ana. Everything's gonna be fine maybe he just needs some time to process." Wes tried making me feel better but it wasn't really working.

"I really hope that's the case." I sobbed.

"You know Harry, he's so damn stubborn and thinking about it... it makes so much sense that he actually never hated you. To me he seemed so jealous when you were with Trey and when you found out he cheated he called me to come and comfort you because he saw the fight or something. I'm sure he'll come around."

"I hope he will."

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i hope so too actually