Harry's POV

I was standing outside Camila's office when my phone rang, my ringtone breaking the silence of the hallway. Placing it to my ear, I heard the voice of someone I didn't want to speak to. Management, in particular it was one of the pretentious men who planned my life through tour dates and interviews.

"Harry, you have been papped," the voice on the other line said in a hushed tone.

"Where?" I didn't see what the big deal was, paparazzi followed me everywhere and pictures of me going about my daily life were a common occurrence on the internet.

"Outside your therapist's, Harry the world knows you have problems. You need to stop going and find a new therapist," my whole body froze while he spoke on the other end of the phone. The idea of life without Camila was a very bleak- I needed her in my life.

"I can't do that," I choked down the phone but they had hung up before I could even argue with them.

"Harry," her sweet voice sounded concerned and I turned round to face her with watery eyes.

"Camila, I've been seen coming here. Management say that I'm not allowed to be here anymore," her face showed every emotion she felt. Her anger. Her sadness.

"Harry.. That can't happen," her voice was hoarse all of a sudden, her mouth too dry to speak.

"They can do anything with me, I am not a person to them but an object. They don't care about my feelings," the more I thought about it, the more scared it made me feel. I had just been a drifter in life before meeting her, after she had come into my life with notepad in hand I felt like I had a purpose.

"We can meet in secret, at your house? Or mine? Harry I need you..." She trailed off and looked at the floor embarrassed and I stood shocked in the office. She needed me, just as much as I needed her.

"I need you now," I breathed, inside I felt a fire ignite.

"Harry, you can't leave me," she said, her innocence shining through. She didn't get my reference, I needed her body as much as I needed her heart.

"I won't Camila, I won't," I said, holding her tightly to my chest while I stroked her hair slowly. It was me now that was doing the comforting, the roles had switched.

"Promise?" She asked with watery eyes, ones that could melt any heart.

"I promise," and I meant it. I couldn't leave her if I tried.