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HARRY ARRIVED AT MOLLIE'S TWENTY VS ONE SHOOT with an arm wrapped almost protectively around her waist. Again, being a busy shoot, there were people walking round left, right and centre in a bid to make sure the video was as organized as it could be. This was Harry's best excuse for keeping her right up close to him.
Not because he was starting to feel jealous or anything. Especially as he felt eyes from around the studio darting around at the sound of Mollie Devlin entering the room for her big shoot.
Admittedly, Mollie didn't mind Harry's hand resting on her waist, guiding her to the same spot on the sofa where she'd tried to avoid him the previous week. In fact, she always liked Harry's touch, however small, just a hand on her waist made her feel a million dollars. It was that sort of thing that she appreciated, especially from the people she loved because it made her feel loved in return. Besides, with all the many people roaming round the studio for the shoot, she was conscious of losing sight of her friends.
Throwing themselves on the sofa, they made use of the time they had until everything was up and ready to go for a chat. As Harry's arm very quickly slid over the back of the sofa and round her shoulders, Mollie was unable to hold back the smile that came to her lips, watching him scanning the room for anyone who was looking over their way.
Locking eyes with her again, Harry's free hand ran through his hair and down the back of his neck, "did you feel jealous when I was doing this the other week?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Mollie considered the question for a moment, "jealous? I mean a bit I guess, yeah. The girls on your dates were fit. Maybe I was jealous that you got to go on dates with them not me." She giggled, widening her eyes she continued, "besides, I think we've both seen that jealousy has gotten the better of me recently."
As she ended in an embarrassed chuckle, Harry shrugged, unbothered, "nah, come on. You just don't realise how much I actually really do like you."
"Why'd you ask?" Mollie questioned, a smirk dancing on her lips, "are you feeling jealous?"
A nod of Harry's head quickly gave her the answer before he even spoke up, "a bit." He admitted, "Talia and Freya helped choose the guys, they've probably gone and chosen the most strapping donnies they could find. I'll be out of the picture by six o'clock."
Rolling her eyes in an attempt to reassure him, Mollie raised an eyebrow with a soft smile, "don't be daft, love. I promise you, no matter how strapping the donny, I'd rather be with you. Any day of the week."
"I'm glad. Me too." Harry whispered back, discreetly pulling her hand into his and giving it a loving squeeze before letting it go as they noticed a group of their friends walking up to join them on the sofas.
Beaming at her, Talia sat herself down on the sofa besides Mollie with the most excited expression on her face, "you'll never guess who's turned up to the shoot today!"
