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...
I was currently getting ready to go for dinner with the guys, wearing a soft white dress with some pattern on it along with three-layered gold necklaces. I straighten my hair and put on some light makeup and then put on my white converse.
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It felt a little odd wearing a dress after so long, I still wasn't used to it but I liked how this one looks on me. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, second-guessing my shoes. I only had a pair of boots which would not go with the outfit and a pair of black pumps.
Sighing, I remove the heels from my suitcase, taking my shoes and socks off before putting them on and doing the ankle strap. They were my comfortable heels and went with everything since they were black. I grab my purse, putting my phone in it but just as I reached the door, I decided to change back into my shoes.
When I get to the elevator, Harry is already in front of it, waiting. He was wearing a red flannel along with his black skinny jeans. "Hey..." I fall into the step beside him.
"Hi." He mumbles, looking down at me with his lips pressed into a thin line. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt underneath his flannel, his Ray-Bans hanging off the collar of it.
"Where is Kiara?" I remember her being invited as well.
"She is tired from last night, wanted to sleep in." He informs me as we step into the elevator. I stand against the wall once inside and Harry leans against the one opposite me after clicking the button for the lobby. I notice him giving me a slow once over without even trying to hide it.
"Are you checking me out?" I laugh lowly.
"Maybe..." He smirks, looking at my bare legs.
"You're checking me out."
"I guess you'll never hear me admit-" he gets interrupted by a phone call, receiving it immediately.
"Fucking hell, fine." He speaks into the phone before hanging up.
"What's wrong?" I curiously ask. To which he smirks, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek, "Put your best smile on babe..." he mumbles as the doors open.
We both stepped out together and I see a mob of reporters and flashing lights just outside the large glass doors. Why was I scared? It was just the paparazzi; I've encountered them once before. As we walked toward the main entrance, I glance up at Harry, waiting for him to say something that would distract me from the anxiousness I was currently feeling.
All he does is snake an arm around my waist, pulling me closer before the automatic doors open and multiple flashes of cameras are being flashed right into our eyes. I think I was going to be blind by the time we get through them. I hold my hand up to shade my eyes, Harry doing the same while two guards push the people aside to create a path for us.
Someone grabs onto my arm, pulling me back since I wasn't expecting it and I wince at the action, "I'm sorry, I have to be somewhere!" I tell them above the chaos, pulling my hand back. Harry chuckles, tightening his grip around me while guiding us out towards where Niall's car was waiting.
