Summer Love (Harry Styles)

Summer Love- Chapter 7

I lay in bed motionless, not doing anything. It's been several hours since my outburst with Jake, and I didn't plan on coming out of my room any time soon.

"Payton?" Harry said and came into my room.

"Hum?"

"Do you need company?" he asked.

"I don't know." I replied honestly, shrugging.

Harry slid in bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. "I don't want to be rude when I say this, but it would be better if you were happy. You don't want to have a crappy summer."

He was right; this was stupid of me to be sad. "You're right." I agreed. I played with my necklace...I still had it on...
"I think I just need some sleep." I whispered.

Harry nodded and kissed my cheek, "I'll leave you to it. Goodnight, love." Then he walked out of my room leaving me to cry some more.
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The next morning I felt better. I decided to get my nicest dress and heels that I had brought and wear them for today! I needed to dress hot to feel hot!

"Hey, you ready?" Louis came into my room as I was brushing my hair.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I replied as set down my brush and walked towards him.

"You look great." He told me looked at me up and down, "Like really great."

"Thanks." I blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

Lou held out his arm, "May I escort you?"

I linked my arm with his, "Why of course!"

We walked down the stairs together meeting the guys at the end of the stairs.
"Dang, Payton. You look fine." Zayn smirked, "Mighty fine."
Niall flashed him a dirty look, which shut him up real fast.
"Sorry..." Zayn muttered.

"Thank you." I winked.

"Alight let's get going." Liam spoke up, "We'll be late! HARRY! HURRY!"

Harry came downstairs at the last minute, as expected! He was wearing some maroon pants and a black button down shirt with his signature white converse.
  "Well you look stunning." He told me as he reached the bottom of the staircase.

"You don't look so bad yourself." I smirked towards him.

We all pulled outside and headed to the car waiting for us. On our way, I felt Harry pinch my butt.
I turned around quickly and raised an eyebrow, swatting his hand away. He winked in return.

Then we hopped into the car and headed towards the madness that is an interview!

When we arrived and parked, there were fans everywhere!
"Payton, be sure to grab hold of one of us. It can get nasty out there." Liam warned.

As soon as we got out, the flashes of the cameras around us stunned my eyes.
I quickly grabbed hold of someone's hand to lead me inside the building.
I realized that it was Harry's hand.
"It's okay, I have you love." He yelled over the screaming fans.

When we finally got inside and my vision returned to normal I realized I was still holding Harry's hand.
"Oh, sorry." I apologized, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"It's completely understandable." He smirked back.

Harry and I then walked to the dressing room, still holding hands.
Niall had already begun changing, thankfully, so he wasn't watching as Harry gave me a quick kiss on my hand.

"Harry, I think she's fine now." Lou snapped suddenly.

Geez, what got into him?

Harry let go of my hand, embarrassed, and then made his way to a mirror.

"Ok, we're on in five minutes!" a man yelled from behind the closed door.

I hugged each of the boys as they pilled out of the door,"Good luck guys!" I smiled.
When I got to Harry, I paused and studied his face for a second, "Um...good luck."

"Thanks. Will you be watching me?" He smirked.

"Of courseeee." I smiled, then looked to Niall who was studying us with a careful eye. "Well, you better go."

"Come on Harry." Niall added.

I watched from backstage as the guys walked on set. They looked really good!
The interviewer immediately started asking questions and making comments that I laughed at.
It was quite a show!

"I heard that your sister is here?" He asked Niall.

"Yeah, she's backstage." Niall answered with pride.

"That's great, so do any of you take an interest in Niall's sister?" he asked the boys, "That would be quite the scandal!"

Niall stood up straight, looking uncomfortable then him, Zayn, and Liam glanced at Harry, while Louis looked at the ground.

"Harry?" The interviewer asked, "I guess that means you do?"

"What? I...uh...no, we're just friends." Harry replied in an unconvincing tone.

"Mhm." Lou muttered softly.

What's up with Louis?

Harry grabbed his water and took a sip  nervously, "We all get along quite well with Payton."

"Well, if you say so. Oh, and Harry how's Emily?" the interviewer asked, which got my attention.

Harry almost spit the water right out of his mouth.
Emily?! Who's Emily?!
I clenched the cushioned seat I sat on as I watched contently.

"Oh...she's good, I think. We haven't talked in a while." He stuttered.

"I bet it's hard to have a relationship right now, since she's in America."

WHAT?!?!

"Oh, no, no, no! We're just friends!" Harry replied quickly, glancing nervously around the room.

A picture came on the screen. It was Harry and this Emily chick kissing! 
In anger I accidentally ripped of a chunk out of the seat, and threw it!
WHAT A JERK!
Then I remembered how Jake hurt me too and my heart sunk.

Harry nervously glanced over to me with a worried expression. He bit at his cheeks trying to express his sorrow, but I ignored it.
Tears swelled in my eyes, and I then stormed into the dressing room.
I slammed the door shut as I entered the room and screamed in frustration.
Guys are such jerks! All of them!

Shortly after my tantrum, Harry came storming into the dressing room, "Payton."

"No." I said sternly, "I don't want to talk."

When Louis came into the room, he looked at me nervously before going to sit on the couch. Niall came in next and sensed my irritation, but decided not to ask about it. Liam knew exactly what was going on, but ignored everyone due to him being so uncomfortable. Zany on the other hand was in his own world. He had no clue what was up, so when he came towards me he put an arm around me and smiled.
"Hey why are you all down in the dumps?" He chuckled.

Ugh.
When we got back in the car I didn't talk to Harry AT ALL.
He kept trying to make conversation with me, nudging my shoulder playfully.
"You do know that stuff about Emily isn't true, right?"

I didn't answer and continued to stare out the window.
I don't want to talk to him....
How could he just not tell me about Emily?
Am I over reacting?
Are we even a thing?

"Payton, come on. You don't believe that do you?" He asked again.

The car came to a stop when we reached the house and I got out without a word.

"Hey, Pay do you want to hang out for a while? Just you and me?" Lou asked as we came into the those.

I glanced at Harry and gave a smirk, "Sure."