We just couldn't have Bliss running away from Harry any longer.

They're together in Nashville at last! They'll have a sit-down and a proper talk.

Harry has some explaining to do, hopefully it'll satisfy Bliss.

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Forty-two

I could feel Harry's eye bearing down on me. Did he look confused? Concerned? Guilty?

"Let's take a break, yeah?" Harry told the band. He had stopped singing and they were all directing confused glances from him to me and then to each other. Trying to decipher what was going on.

Great! As if throwing up on Harry's boots and ruining their after-concert plans two days ago wasn't enough. Now I had also managed to interrupt their sound check session. If a survey was taken this very moment asking who was the least favourite person on tour, I was sure to come up on top.

"Sure mate, we'll check the lighting." Adam conceded.

"We've already done all the songs. That was the last one, and we've rehearsed it several times before. Maybe we could consider soundcheck finished for today?" Mitch suggested.

"Muna will be happy to do their own soundcheck a little earlier" Claire admitted.

"It's fine by me" Sarah agreed.

"Thanks, guys. I'll be in my dressing room if something comes up." Harry informed them.

At Harry's parting words, the band members immediately busied themselves putting away their instruments. Pretending to be engrossed in work-related stuff and not noticing the state I was in and that Harry was making his way to me.

He was in front of me in a few strides of his gorgeous long legs, "Hey, hey, what's wrong, Bliss?" He asked in a soothing voice.

I had reverted back into a comforting childhood habit of mine, and was biting my nails. Unable to talk, I just moved my head signaling "nothing."

"It's all right, I'm here for you," Harry said, gently taking hold of the hand I was biting and softly rubbing his free thumb over my tear stained cheek.

More tears sprung forth as if coaxed by his tenderness. If he had been furious me for interrupting his pre-concert practice, I might have gotten angry myself and there would have been some heated arguments and no crying. But he had to go and be all nice and caring, and thus rendered me unable to tap into my righteous indignation about how generous he seemed to be with his kisses, when it came to blonde supermodels.

I merely remained there, with my hand in his, crying and completely silent. At that moment I was incapable of speaking in coherent sentences.

"Come with me, please," Harry said and pulled me along the backstage hallway, towards his dressing room. I let myself be led by him, not knowing what else to do. We did encounter some crew members along the way, who directed some ill-concealed stares our way, but nobody dared say or ask anything. They all seemed to think that whatever the situation was, Harry was handling it and it was best not to interfere.

Harry steered me inside his dressing room, closed the door and said "Seat" his voice was still pleasant but it had a definite firm quality now.

I did not dare disobey him and sat in a plush velvet sofa. This sure was a fine looking dressing room.

"We need to talk, Bliss," Harry stated. He had a frown on his forehead and looked determined.

His rather stern face made the trick. I stopped crying. Feeling a bit vulnerable I reached out for one of the pillows placed along the back of the sofa and hugged it to my chest. It felt so lovely, I couldn't help looking at the pillow tag. It was Gucci. I should have known Harry wouldn't be buying any run-of-the-mill ordinary pillow at Homesense.

Harry busied himself a few minutes with something in the dresser. Then he came and sat across from me, on the coffee table. In his hands, he held a box of tissues and my camera.

He offered me the tissues, which I took eagerly. I dabbed my eyes and looked back at Harry. He had stippled his index fingers over his mouth and was studying me. I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip. He was the one who wanted to talk, he might as well go first.

As if following my train of thought, he spoke. "Bliss, was there something about the song that made you emotional, or is it something else?"

This was unbelievable, unacceptable, infuriating. He was still acting as if he hadn't snogged super model Camille Rowe in his dressing room a few nights ago. The night right after we had sex, to be exact. It didn't feel as talking would solve anything since he was so set on ignoring such a massive issue.

Maybe I should get up and leave, but he had such a serious attitude he surely wouldn't allow it. I might as well blurt the whole thing out.

"I don't appreciate you singing about long-blonde haired women. I saw you kissing Camille in your dressing room after your L.A. concert, Harry" I finally said.

"I knew it!" Harry said, letting out a loud sigh.

"How could you do it, Harry?" I asked.

"I didn't" He denied.

"I saw you!!" I repeated.

"Bliss, I'm not sure what you saw. I had a feeling you'd seen something between Camille and me and that's why you were avoiding me. But please, please believe me nothing happened. You're the only girl I want to kiss." He said in such a sincere tone, I almost did believe him.

"But I saw you, Harry. I didn't hear it from somebody else. I witnessed it." I reiterated.

"I'm not denying you saw something, but you didn't see everything that happened between Camille and me." He told me.

"Is there more? Did you have sex with her, also?" I demanded. "Wait! Don't answer that, I don't really want to know."

"But I want to tell you everything, Bliss" Harry offered.

"Come on Harry, that's just cruel. I was naive enough to think we were exclusive, but please spare me the details about what you do with other women." I pleaded.

"Bliss, we are exclusive!" he said.

"Are we?" I responded, "what part of us being exclusive includes Camille?"

"Listen, baby," Harry tried to reason with me, "first of all, we are exclusive, there's no Camille or anybody else. Second, I didn't know she was coming to the show, she called Jeff and asked for tickets."

"Jeff, just hands out tickets to your show to anybody who asks?" I replied.

"No, but he knows Camille. " He said.

"Really, how did Jeff and Camille met?" I inquired.

"They met through me. Camille and I went in a few dates, once we double dated with Jeff and Glenne." Harry revealed.

"So, you admit it then," I said, feeling defeated.

"It's not like that," Harry explained, "it was casual dating, and only on a few occasions. I made it very clear to her I was going on tour and was not looking for a relationship, she agreed. The last time I saw her was months ago in New York, we haven't even texted. Then I met you and I haven't had eyes for anybody else."

"Really?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, Bliss, yes" he declared. "she showed up at my LA concert completely unexpected."

"Maybe you weren't expecting her," I said, "but, you sure were glad to see her! You kissed her Harry, you had your arms on hers"

"She kissed me, Bliss" he countered, "I had my arms on hers, to push her away!"

"I didn't see you rejecting her kiss," I said.

"I have proof, look," Harry said, reaching out for my camera, "when I went to charge your camera I saw some footage in there. I was curious and decided to see what you filmed. Turns out you had left the camera running on my dressing room during the concert, there's a ton of boring footage, but the last minutes almost gave me a heart attack when I saw it had filmed Camille."

He sat at my side on the sofa and we watched the camera feed together. It was exactly as Harry had said. I remembered leaving the camera on top of a chest of drawers by the door, it pointed to where Harry's rack of clothes was placed in his Greek Theater dressing room. Harry fast-forwarded the video and then it showed him after his concert, taking off his jacket and hanging it in the rack, some noise, and in came Camille she threw herself at Harry yelling "surprise." He cuddled her back, and when he was starting to pull away she went right in for his face and kissed him. The nerve of her!!

At the sight of Camille grabbing Harry and kissing him, I might have opened and closed my mouth a few times, ready to yell "Get your claws off him" at the camera, but I managed to calm myself. The rest of the footage showed Harry placing his hands on Camille's arms and peeling her off him. They talked for a while. This was a good quality camera and managed to record most of the conversation between them, and it showed Camille asking Harry what was wrong and why wasn't he pleased to see her. Him answering that she had taken him but surprise, and although a cuddle is a nice way to greet a friend a kiss was out of bounds, especially now that he had a girlfriend. She laughed at Harry's words claiming he was joking. He assured her that the girlfriend was very real and made him very happy. She didn't take his last statement very well, accusing him of leading her on. He offered an apology, telling her that they had only had sex once and that they had both agreed it was a one-time thing, but that he was sorry if she felt he led her on. Then she changed tactics, going from demanding to enticing, letting him know she was available for some fun if he so wished (I actually heard her say "It'll stay between us, Harry. Your girlfriend doesn't need to know"). He told her that his girlfriend (little old me) made him very happy, and he didn't care for "fun" with anybody else. At this point, she decided to leave, not without first warning Harry that he'd get bored with his "new toy" (meaning me), and that she would be waiting. Harry assured her that would never happen, opened the door for her and asked her to leave.

I was unable to take my eyes off the camera, even though the video had ended.

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" I asked Harry, still gripping the camera.

"We haven't been exactly talking these past few days, Bliss." He answered, "You were avoiding me, remember?"

"We have talked, some." I sustained, "and you sure texted a lot."

"Yeah, but you were poorly," He claimed, "besides, this is a face to face type of conversation. I was waiting until you were on the mend, and we were together in the same city."

"Were you really gonna tell me about this whole Camille situation?" I inquired.

"Of course, I was!" he defended himself. "Listen Bliss, at first I had no idea why you were ending things with me. I thought I had rushed you into a relationship, and tried to take things slowly. Then I began to worry maybe you had seen Camille go into my dressing room but I had no idea you had seen Camille kissing me until I saw the camera footage yesterday, but I would have told you anyway."

"I don't know, Harry," I said reluctantly, "You mentioned your previous girlfriends and flings a while back in your home, during our 'London Confession Sessions' Why did you leave Camille out?"

"I kinda spoke about her," he replied.

"You most certainly did not!" I cried out, "I would have remembered."

"Well, I did reveal I've had some random hookups, that weren't important at all, along the years. I recall letting it slip, that the last one had been a couple of months ago in New York City." He summed up.

"Your New York hook up was Camille?" I questioned him.

"It was." He confirmed, "and believe me, Bliss, please, it was meaningless."

"Then why did she feel like she could show up at your dressing you and snog the hell out of you?" I demanded.

"I don't know why, baby," he said in a pleading tone.

"Are you really ignorant about her motivations?" I pressed on, "And is she the only one? Aren't there more supermodels or some kind of celebrities around?"

"Not at all, Bliss. There isn't anybody else, I promise" He said, holding out his hand, "My friend Alexa Chung introduced Camille to me. We went out three times, once in London and two times in New York. That's all. We had both lost loved ones to cancer, she lost her boyfriend and I lost Robin, so we had that in common. Other than that it was more like going out with a friend that a romantic outing, the last time we got pissed and had sex. I immediately regretted and she agreed to end things there. That was the last time I saw her, we didn't even text."

"Is that all there was?" I wanted to know, "Grimmy did tease you about her in his show. Seems like you two were a couple."

"We weren't." he declared, "Grimmy just likes to tease me about how I only date Victoria's Secrets Angels, that's why he brought it out on air."

"Knowing you've dated all those beautiful women doesn't make me feel any better," I declared.

"Listen Bliss, I should've have told you about Camille back in London but she wasn't important at all. When she showed up in LA I would've told you if you hadn't run away. Also, I could've hat told you sooner, but you have to believe me when I say I'm crazy about you."

"Oh, Harry I believe you! Let's not do the could've, should've, would've thing it's so trite." I declared

"Are we all right?" He asked

I looked into his earnest, lovely face and traced his right cheekbone with the back of my fingers. "We are, Harry" I assured him.

A beautiful smiled spread over his face as he captured my hand in his and kissed it.

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