Willow Beach was a simple 18 year old girl in film school. She was an aspiring actress and director. One day her school decided to take a trip to London. What happens when she bumps into world renowned singer, Harry Styles? She enters the world of H...
It's been a week. All my stuff is packed away. I set up my room and I was quite impressed.
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It strangely felt like home. I had everything set up the way I always wanted it to. Right now I was going over lines with harry and timmy.
"Harry!" I yell. "What this is hard!" He yells back. We were memorizing the longest scene we've read so far.
I saw timmy at the last page of the script with his jaw dropped. "What timmy?" I ask rolling my eyes. "I'm gonna die" he says with sadness in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" I ask. He grabs my book and turns it to the last page.
I read and I gasped. "No way that's such a twist" I say. "I know right" timmy says as he scoots closer to me on the table.
"What are you guys on about?" harry asks as he fiddles with his script while he has a crinkle on his forehead.
"Okay so at the end of the movie, sheev dies because you killed him but you take his identity and pretend to be sheev but you're really elio." I say.
Harry's jaw drops. "No way. I'm gonna live??" He asks with a huge smile. "Not the point but the plot is insane. No one will see that coming. Ugh I'm so excited to film" I say shutting my book and walk over to the fridge.
I move a bunch of stuff around until I found a jar of pickles. God I love pickles.
I grab a fork and walk over to sit with the boys.
"Wow straight from the jar. She's bold" timmy says. "What?" I ask. "Nothing" timmy says scratching the back of his head.
I crinkle my forehead at him and roll my eyes.
"Well..I'm taking a break." Harry says as he walks to the couch and turns on the TV. "So harry..how's olivia?" Timmy asked. I raise my eyebrows.
I've heard harry talk about a girlfriend but I thought it was a lie.
"Um..we're actually pretty good right now" harry says looking down. "Who's olivia?" I ask intrigued and folding my hands on the table.
"Wow jealous much" timmy says. "I'm not jealous I just..wanna know who she is" I say in defense. "Olivia wilde? Our director" harry says in shock because I didnt know his girlfriend.
"Our director??" I ask slamming my hands on the table. Timmy jumps. "Sorry tim but what? Our director harry seriously? That's like dating your teacher" I say in frustration.
"Why are you so mad" harry asks getting up from the couch. I sit back in my chair.
"I'm not mad" I say looking down. "Then why are you jealous" harry says sitting down at the table.
I start laughing. "Jealous? Jealous? Harry she's your girlfriend I have nothing to be jealous about!" I say standing up.
"Okay I'll take that as my que to leave" timmy says as he grabs my pickle jar and heads to his room. He stops as his hand reaches the handle. "You know what this is gonna get messy I'm just gonna leave the apartment" timmy says as he puts the pickle jar down and grabs his keys.
I look at him in confusion and then I turn back to look at harry.
"Why huh? Do you not like me like you used to?" Harry asks getting angry with me. "Oh don't say that!" I say with the same amount of anger.
"Why not huh. You kiss me then tell me you like me and you get jealous when I bring up my girlfriend. What the hell do you want me to say willow. Your mood swings are making my fucking head hurt!" Harry says ruffling his curls and throwing his head back so I could see the vein in his neck.
"I don't want you to have a girlfriend" I say shrugging. "That's not up to you willow. You dont like me" harry says. "I never said that. You're the one who wanted to be friends" I yell.
Harry looks down.
I look down too.
"I know but..I dont know" harry says walking back to the couch.
"No uh uh you dont get to do that harry" I say snapping back. "Do what?" He asks getting frustrated.
"That..that..that thing" I say scrambling for an answer. "What thing?" Harry asks. "Dont play dumb with me harold" I say crinkling my forehead.
"I'm not" harry yells again. Silence. "Say it" I say. "What?" He asks. "Say it harry. Come on dont be a pussy. Say it. Be a big boy and say it" I say gritting my teeth.
He has anger in his eyes. "Say. It. Now" I say with a deepness in my voice. I was getting a little scared because I've never seen harry this angry.
"You really want me to say it?" He asks.
Haha no
"Yes" I say crossing my arms.
"Okay" he says as he walks up to me. I push myself back but then I felt my back touch the door.
Shit
He walks closer until our faces were inches apart. He leans in but then he goes to my ear.
He gives my ear a gentle kiss and whispers. "I like you. A lot darling" he says seductively as his hot breath touches my ear giving me chills.
I felt my knees go weak. They felt like jelly. He pulled away and gave me a smirk with dark eyes. I've never seen him like this. Harry was always so sweet and gentle now he just seems...scary. I'm not sure if I liked it.
"What about Olivia?" I ask. "Who's gonna know?" He asks keeping that same smirk.
I wasn't sure what he was intending.
Suddenly he grabs my cheek and touches our noses gently. "Now you tell me willow...say what you wanna say. What do you wanna do this exact moment?" He asks as his lips gently graze mine.
I shudder. I slide my hand on his waist. "You know what I want" I say. He smirks as he was just about to kiss me. "But we can't" I say pulling myself from Harry's reach and back to my pickle jar.
He just stands there in that position, shocked.
I grab a pickles and take a bite. He slowly turns to me. I form a wide smile on my face. "I'll get you back for that" he says as he walks back to the couch. "Sure you will" I say taking another bite of my pickle.
