THE NANNY

M F H

Nine

Aubrey
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Earlier

"So... how'd you know which room to find me?" I asked. This whole conversation was so new to me.

Long story short; a guy with the name of Harry Martell, knocks on the door of my suite at two in the morning, mentioning the coincidence that he was staying in the room right across from mine.

Right, stalker much?

Anyways, he claims that he was surprised to see me on snap map only a few feet away.

I didn't even know about this guy until a minute ago, when he introduced himself. It was no surprise that he had me on snapchat. I was what Kelly called a "local celebrity". Almost every student that ever went to school with me or knew of my fathers company had me on social media. I was famous from New York to Miami. I had 127K followers on Instagram and thousands of views on Snapchat to match.

Harry said he'd been following me on social for years and "how shocking it was to finally meet me".

I usually wouldn't have opened the door for this guy, especially at his peculiar timing, but there was also something about him. Not only did his distinctive features and charisma attract my attention, but his whole character was just so familiar and I really took a liking to it.

I hid my drawing to him, knowing he was still just a stranger, and I had to keep my name high by acting nonchalant but also a little sassy without chasing him away.

"So um," I wasn't used to these situations; like I knew I was well known, but didn't know how to approach my fans, "would you like my autograph? A photo?"

"Oh pah-lease, Aubrey," he scoffed, treating me as an old friend, "I am not one of those sad groupies without any status chasing after fame."

I was taken aback by his strong and confident response, but of course not letting it show I quickly put my hand on my hip and held my look at him, "So why are you here?"

Without any thought at all Harry once again scoffed and plopped down on my sofa from where he recently stood at the door frame, "Oh please, sis I'm here to help you."

I held in a little laugh on how this dude with attitude to match mine, possibly even more, could help me.

"And how are you planning on going about that?"

"Oh, Aub Dear!" He tipped his head forward, "a collab of course."

"Collaboration?" I crossed my arms over my chest, aside from the irritation of his suspense, I was intrigued.

"Yes," he confirmed, pushing himself off the sofa. I took a step back still not sure of this strangers intentions, "Me, you... Miami Fashion House Debut." Harry stated with a fat smirk spread along his face.

"Miami Fashion House?" I question

His thick eyebrows quirked up in anticipation, "Umm, only one of the biggest fashion shows being held in the country!"

I held my hand up, "I know what MFH is... I just don't know what a collaboration even has to do with it." Growing frustrated, I sighed, "or how you plan on helping me!"

Harry shook his head briefly before pulling out his phone and starting to scroll through it.

"Helloooooo?" I tapped my foot quite loudly on the carpet floor, where I stood a few feet in front of Harry sitting on the sofa, indulged in his iPhone.

It was past midnight, and a stranger was sitting in my hotel room; I was way past impatient, and ready to make him leave, when he stuck his phone before my face.

I scanned through the screens contents at least three times before fully comprehending what it even said.

It was a Twitter thread that read the hashtag #AubreyandHarryTakeMFH with a picture of me, of course, that I'd posted on my Instagram, and one of Harry next to it, followed by thousands of comments.

I took in the clean and crisp appearance of the photo they used of Harry. If he wasn't already in front of me, I wouldn't have recognized him. In the picture his curly brown hair was freshly cut, and facial hair nicely tamed. His clothing was even detailed in designer!

"Aubrey and Harry take MFH." I read once more under my breath. Then everything came together. I bit my tongue in awe, "Wait, you are the Harry Martell"

He slowly shook his head, "I was about to say, bitchhhhh!"

"Sooo, about Miami Fashion Houss..." I said, flattered that our followers wanted us there, together."

Me and Harry shared quick smirks before my door swung open, revealing a soaking wet Kelly.

"We need to talk." She commanded.