The thumping of my heart against my ribcage was getting worse and I placed one hand over it as if that would coax it into calming down.
I hear him walking into my room, my body pressing against the back of the closet as he speaks again, "Marco?" th...
When my alarm rang and I woke up, Harry was still in his seat but scooted down in the chair so the back of his head was rested against the back of the chair, his head tilted a little to the left while his arms were crossed on his stomach. Even in his sleep he had furrowed brows, like that mind of his was still forcing him to keep up a façade. I call it a façade because after the way he behaved yesterday, even when we went for dinner, he couldn't possibly be the same guy who keeps hurting me. I refuse to believe that Harry Styles is only dangerous. There is more to him than he shows.
I felt bad waking him up because even though I had poked his shoulder and kept my voice low, he was startled, going straight in defense mode ready to take down whoever he thought was invading. I noticed that he was always on high alert, looking around, noticing things, keeping a track of his surroundings.
We didn't talk about the hug or the food or even him sleeping in my room, we pretended that it never happened just like the other things and I was okay with it.
My perspective about him was changing somehow and there was nothing that I could do about it.
The dinner went well without any fights, I accidentally got papped with Harry though. I'm probably going to end up being a meme or something because after the exhaustion of the events that had happened, I put on a black knit sweater with extra-long sleeves to hide my knuckles, but it had a large white safety pin on the front. I also carried one of my bigger purses and stuffed it with makeup, micellar water and cotton rounds, and all sorts of things just in case I had another episode. Harry looked good as he always does, he wore his signature black jeans with a white tshirt and a pink and white striped shirt that stayed open.
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The reason why only we got papped together was because I felt anxious when everyone started talking about the club that we were at and I excused myself, but instead of going to the washroom, I went outside. Harry momentarily followed me and asked me if I was okay and when I said I just wanted to be alone for a little bit, took my hand and pulled me inside. The moment he came outside, the bright flashes started clicking, there wasn't anything that we could do. I'll get to know how mad Harry is about that if the pictures ever make it to the public.
After an early dinner we went to the location where we were performing and practiced before calling it a day. This morning we went in for sound check and it went well. I am wearing a black top that is skin-tight and has lacey sleeves and the lace is also decorated around my neck just until the top of my breasts. I paired that with a pair of dark green pants and tied my hair up in a ponytail with the front few pieces falling out.
I feel more confident as I am currently playing, I haven't made a single mistake and I am aware of not being startled by anything the boys do because man, do they do a lot. It's pure chaos on the stage, and they know what they are doing to the people in front of them when they move. The ending of 'Where do broken hearts go' is closing up and Harry stills on stage, spreading his hands out while his head is tilted up.
