Such An Actress [h.s]

ninth

dOuBLe uPdAtE! if you haven't read the eight chapter go do that! - H

Last day in Los Angeles and the boys have all decided to go out on the town.

Press was fine, the normal stuff. I've been doing this for so long and it's always the same old stuff.

So do you boys have any girls in your lives?

Who's Olivia?

What's it like without Zayn?

That last one has been added in more recently. And I don't blame the media for wanting to know. When Zayn left the boys were devastated, and I think Louis had a tough time coming to terms with it because he was so close to him.

Zayn and I were smoke buddies. Whenever there was a big event for One Direction or some party, we would always sneak off and get high. It was one night when we both snuck off that he told me he didn't want to be in the band anymore. And to be honest I saw it from a mile away. It was obvious that he was unhappy and I told him he needed to do what he thought was best.

I'm happy for him. I think he's finally producing the music he has always wanted to produce.

Harry cried when he got that call from Zayn, he then used that sadness and wrote Walking in the Wind, which is one of my favorites.

Harry had been acting a little weird since getting to his house in LA, always acting snappy at me for no reason. And whenever I would talk to the other boys, more specifically Niall he would always just glare at the interaction.

Now the boys wanted to go out to this club in the city. And by boys I mean Louis, Niall and myself. Harry and Liam didn't really want to but decided to tag along anyways.

I was wearing a white skirt with a small slit in it and a black long sleeve bodysuit, that was a little low cut but I don't care. Harry mentioned he would invite Kendall and if he gets to pull tonight then so do I.

We go in through the back, to avoid the cameras out front, and are heading towards some VIP area that Kendall said she reserved for everyone. I didn't mind clubs but they weren't my favorite. I preferred a nice small pub back home.

But then again, what is home anyways?

We found Kendall seated with some other model friends and my confidence went to the floor.

I didn't have the perfect body. I was curvy, had stretch marks, and my boobs weren't as perky as theirs. Had to deal with my own body issues for a while now, and hanging around models didn't help.

Harry knew this. I never told him directly but he could always sense it. I would always go stiff, and suck in a little bit. I could feel his eyes on me whenever they would make comments about dieting or being too skinny for certain modeling jobs.

Could you imagine? Too skinny?

I've dealt with my insecurities in many ways. Some ways better than others, but I'm not gonna get into that now.

As models dragged on about photographers and fittings. I sat by Niall, Louis and Liam and played circle of death. I always carried a pair of playing cards in my purse, because you never know when you're gonna need them. Plus shuffling them somehow helps with my anxiety.

"Haha four whores! Drink Katie!" Liam shouts, "Also I am not slut shaming you in any way, I respect you and whatever you decide to do with your body." he says to clear the air.

"Thanks Liam," I say laughing sipping my drink, "I really appreciate it," I say sarcastically.

We continue the game as is and I feel a pair of eyes on me and look to see Harry looking at me. His arm around Kendall as she talks to her friends and he's taking a swig from his drink. I saw him look at my lap, and I looked down and saw Niall's leg was slightly brushing mine because the couch we were on wasn't that big.

I look back up at him with a confused but more angry look and he just shakes his head and looks away. That was the straw that broke the camel's back because with that I got up with a huff and told the boys I was going to the loo.

Walking through the mills of people I see the hallway that has the washrooms and start walking down it. As I approach the women's room I feel a hand wrap around my arm and pull me and I look back and see that it's Harry.

"What?! What is your problem?!" I snap at him just done with this bullshit.

"Are you and Niall a thing or something?" He asks out of breath like he was running behind me.

"Are you kidding me? That's why you've been a bellend to me this whole press tour?" I ask angrily and he just stares at me.

"No Harry! Not that it's any of your business but Niall is my friend," I say trying to yank my arm out of his hold but he only grabs it again and then pushes me against a wall. His face so close to mine, I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Harry-"

"Would you just shut up for one second?!" He snaps and is just looking at me. "You don't fancy Niall?" he asks, almost slurring his words.

"No, why do you even care?" I ask and he continues his stare.

He doesn't answer me and his green eyes burning their way into my blue ones, and I don't want it to stop.

I catch him shifting his gaze to my lips and that's when I stiffen. He's obviously drunk; he doesn't actually want to kiss me. But then he starts to lean in and I almost hate myself for pressing my hand in his chest to stop him.

"Harry you're drunk," I say quietly.

After hearing that he pushes off of me and runs his hands through his hair, stumbling a bit back.

"I'm sorry, I almost messed this up," He mumbles and I think he meant for that last part to stay in his mind.

He then stumbles away back to where we were sitting, leaving me standing there confused about what just happened.

Did Harry have feelings for me too?

No, there's no way.

Authors Note: Hmmmm... a lot to unpack in this last chapter. Let me know how you guys are feeling about the book! I hope all you guys like it!! - H