A/N : hiii guys :)) here is chapter four already... oh and I also wanted to apologize for the grammar mistakes that I've made on this story, just for you to know, I'm French and I am learning English at school and by myself. But anyway, enjoy this fourth chapter ;)

Blanche
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I opened Jerry's door and heard the small bell jingle. I looked around to peek a glance of Jerry but couldn't see him anywhere. 

"Hey," I turned my head and saw Jerry's nephew. "Blanche, right ?" he asked me, showing his white teeth. I smiled back and tried to keep myself cool even though I hated meeting new people like I already said.

"Yeah, that's right." I told him, looking behind him. "Is your uncle here ?" 

"Hum, no." he said. "He feels a bit sick so he let me take care of his business." he informed me. 

"Oh, well good luck !" I exclaimed, giving him a encouraging smile. I was ready to leave the café but Harry called my name. I looked at him, puzzled and he seemed a bit uncomfortable. 

"Why don't you take a coffee, with me." he said, blushing, as he scratched the back of his neck. I smiled softly. "I mean... if you want to." he added. I chuckled and nodded. He was kind of cute when he was that way, and I was relieved to see that he was shy, too. 

I ordered my coffee and sat on the same stool I was used to seat on, watching Harry prepare two coffees. When he was done, he put the cup in front of me and I mumbled a small "thank you" before he sat next to me. 

"So..." he started, watching me sip the burning beverage. "Is there a reason why you came here or something ?" he asked, resting his hands around his mug to warm them up. 

"Uh, yeah..." I answered, putting a strand of my hair around my ear. "I just wanted to tell Jerry that I was leaving for a little while, and, you know ; I don't want him to worry." I replied, smiling at him. He smiled back and looked at his coffee.

"Well, I can always send the message." he chuckled.

"That would be very nice of you, Harry." I said truthfully. 

We continued to drink in silence. There was no other customers inside, and I was sure that Harry felt pretty lonely all day, as Jerry wasn't here to keep him company.

"Have you known Jerry for a long time ?" Harry asked and I turned to look at him.

"Since I moved here, yeah. He has always been super nice to me." I told him, nodding slowly.

"And, why did you move here ?" Harry asked. I think he noticed that his question was making me a bit ill-at-ease as he added "I'm sorry. That was too personal to ask."

"No, no, it's okay. I can tell you if you want to know." I said, smiling. "Basically, my ex-boyfriend broke up with me and I had to buy a new place to stay in. So I found a little apartment not so far from here and moved in." Harry nodded, listening carefully to what I was saying. "It's not the best place but it's okay, I guess." I shrugged and Harry gave me a sympathetic smile. 

"That's cool." he said. I was quite surprised that he didn't ask more questions about Michael, and that he didn't know who I was. Maybe he didn't watch TV or read newspapers. That was actually better that way ; I felt... normal. "And, where are you going ?" he asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"To my parents'. In Virginia." I answered, finishing my cup of coffee. Harry nodded again and stayed quiet, staring carefully at me with his piercing green eyes. He had the exact same eyes as Jerry, which was amusing.

"Let's stop talking about me." I exclaimed, turning back completely on my seat. "I'd like to get to know you, too." I admitted. Harry blushed and dropped his intense stare.

"Uh, there's nothing interesting about me, really." he replied, looking uncomfortable. 

"Oh, c'mon ! You just heard the most boring girl's life, you can't do worse than that !" I joked and Harry chuckled.

"Well, I'm thirty years old. I'm single and I moved in Los Angeles three months ago." 

"That's it ?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrow. He bit his lip shyly and nodded. "No, but, what's your true story ? Who's the real Harry ?" I asked him seriously and Harry chuckled. He seemed to think for a little while before continuing talking.

"So, I grew up in England with my parents and my sister in a small town. When I was seven, my parents divorced and my sister and I continued to live with our mother. At that time, I didn't really know what the word "divorced" meant. I thought we were on vacation and my father couldn't come with us. Through the years, I understood that I was never gonna see my parents together again. And... that was tough..." he explained and took a deep breath. "Because of that, I never believed in love." he confessed and sighed. I gave him an apologetic smile and watched his beautiful green eyes get lost around the café.

"Never ?" I asked softly. He nodded and I grimaced. His story was heartbreaking. I couldn't imagine having my parents separated, even more if I were a child. The fact that because of his parents' situation, he gave up in love, that was sad. Really sad. "I think love is beautiful. It makes people happy. And it makes life worthy. It gives you all these weird but amazing feelings. It's really passionate, and it feels really good to be loved back. I mean, it's... hard to explain." I said, lost in my words. 

"That's why Michael broke up with you." Harry hissed and I almost didn't recognize his voice. He said it so harshly, hurtfully. I looked at him with surprise and sadness in my eyes. 

"W-What ?" I whispered, puzzled. Why did he say that ? Why did he sound so mean ? 

"I'm sorry, Blanche. T-That's... not what I wanted to say." he apologized, visibly anxious. I sighed and nodded, clearing my throat.

"It's okay. You don't even understand." I puffed and looked away. I was hurt. Harry didn't know me. How could he judge my relationship with Michael ? He obviously never experienced this kind of things. That was so inappropriate to say. 

"Blanche..." Harry murmured as he posed his hand on mine and I immediately took it off from the counter.

"You shouldn't feel that way about love just because your parents divorced. Give it a try and you'll see what it really is. And don't you ever talk about my relationships like that." I said calmly, standing up and getting ready to leave. Harry continued to apologize but I ignored him, going out of the café after putting some money on the counter to pay the coffee he gave me.

Just when I thought that it wasn't that bad to meet new people, Harry gave me another reason to give up.

Michael

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"Ah, Michael ! It's so good to see you again !" Andrew, my manager, exclaimed as he opened his arms for a man-hug. I faked a smile and gave him a small tap on his back. "How are you, man ?" he asked, showing his yellow and broken teeth. Honestly, without his expensive suit, he looked like a weird drug dealer. 

"I'm okay." I answered coldly, crossing my arms and looking around his office. It was as, if not messier, than the last time I entered there. I wondered how he could actually work in here. 

After the talk I had with my sister, Janet, I decided that it was time to talk to Andrew. He was the first one to tell me to break up with Blanche and marry someone from the business. Of course, he couldn't find someone better than Lisa Marie Presley... 

"Well, c'mon ! Take a seat, Mike." he laughed with his cigar in his mouth. This guy was always smoking, just like my ex-manager, Frank Dileo. "So, tell me why you visited me." he said, puffing smoke that spread all around the room. I coughed and tried to shake it out of my face with my hand. I sat on one of his chair, in front of him and cleared my throat.

"Uhm... I wanted to talk to you about your... deal." I said and he smiled mischievously. 

"Ah, yeah, yes. Lisa, right ?" I nodded. "Isn't she a fine ass woman ?" he laughed loudly and it soon became coughs. I looked at him with disgust and rolled my eyes.

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to continue." I told him and crossed my legs. He tried to stop coughing and had an urgent look on his face. 

"What do you mean it's not a good idea ?!" he shouted and I winced, surprised by his sudden change of tone. He saw my reaction and leaned on his chair. "Listen carefully, Michael," he warned me with malefic eyes. "Blanche is a bitch. All I did was relieve you from this burden. And you know damn well that everybody thinks that." he said slowly, making me shiver. My blood boiled and goosebumps formed on my skin. 

"She was.. not.. a bitch." I hissed with greeted teeth. He looked at me, surprised that I confronted him for the first time. I held his glare and suddenly, he started to laugh. A big horrible laugh. He could not stop and I gave him a puzzled look. "What's so funny ?" I asked, fire in my eyes. I hated this man. I still couldn't believe that I obeyed him two years ago and did the biggest mistake of my life. He continued to laugh and tears were now forming under his eyes. 

"Ah, Michael, you're really something, you know ?" he said, wiping his eyes after calming himself. He stood up and walked closer to where I was seated. "Now, you know you can't turn back, right ? You're married to Lisa. And it'll stay that way." he said, pointing his finger at me as he left the room. I felt so much anger, disgust, disappointment towards this man. 

He ruined my life.

A/N : I absolutely loved writing this chapter :)) and I hope you liked it ! I think Harry is so cute but I'm sad he can't understand Blanche's feelings... And omg Andrew is an a-hole ! :((