Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 33

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"What if I mess up?"

"You won't, I promise babe."

"And if I trip?" I ask hyperventilating slightly, my hands starting sweat. God, why does anxiety have to be such a bitch?

Harry places his hand against my cheek. "Then I'll be there to catch you before you fall. Stop worrying, all right?"

I look up at him, sighing before nodding. "Let's just hope I don't fuck up."

He just rolls his eyes as Carl pulls up in front of a large, church-looking building. Thousands of men with cameras hold their cameras up, flashing as many pictures as they can as Carl exits the limousine to open the door for Harry and me.

"Ready?" Harry asks me, keeping one leg out of the limo and extending his hand out for me take. I nod, entwining our fingers together. Harry exits the car first and I immediately let go of his hand, my anxiety taking over. I am so used to fucking things up, this time probably being another.

Harry looks down at me, urging me to come out. I sigh once again, planting my feet firmly onto the ground. The last thing I need is for me to twist my ankle while walking in sky high heels. Harry helps me out, holding my hand before placing it at his waist.

The flashes of the cameras immediately go off, blinding my vision momentarily. The paparazzi yell at Harry and me to pose for a picture.

"Come on, Slut! Just pose with your man," one of the men say, flashing his camera at us.

"Do not fucking call her that," Harry says through clenched teeth.

I tug at his hand. "Forget about him, Harry. He's not worth it," (A/N: if any of you sing that annoying sensual Fifth Harmony song, I will smack you. Okay bye.) I whisper in his ear. My anxiety has diminished, now the feeling of worry that Harry will pummel one of these men if they keep testing his anger.

We make it halfway through the small walkway, that is until one of the men tug at the hem of my dress by stepping on it. I almost fall face first but Harry grabs me by the hips, pulling me back to my feet and helping me to situate myself.

"Go inside, Jade," Harry whispers sharply.

"Absolutely not," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Jade--"

"Harry, I don't care what you have to say. But I will not let you walk out there and pick a fight with some stupid, ignorant bastards that don't have anything better to with their lives. And I know you're better that. All they want is a show... and we'll give them one," I say with a sly smile.

"As much as I want to kiss you, we can't. Not in front of them, of course. Everyone will just say disgusting shit about you," he whispers. Harry and I have not been entirely quiet about our relationship. We showed some public display of affection before but people only thought that we have a "Master and Slut" relationship. Harry would obviously be a bit rude to me in public, which will remain this way for a while now.

"Then let them. Because I could care less if everyone hated me or not. Your judgement about me is probably what I would care about concerning the topic of judgement," I say.

"Well, if that's the case..." Harry says with a smirk before enclosing his lips over mine. The cameras flash harder and I cannot help but smile. Harry pulls away, looking back at the paparazzi before wrapping an arm around my waist. That is when we enter the building.

The entrance hall is set up like a grand banquet. Swarms of men and women in fancy clothing stand around, talking amongst each other.

The noise dies down when Harry and I enter the building. All eyes are on us and I cannot help but blush furiously at the sudden attention, looking away from their gazes.