Just Let Me Adore You

XIV

Harry had been on James Cordon's late-night show more than any other celebrity and it had little to do with the ratings (which would double whenever the 28 year old singer was on). No, Harry had been on James' show so many times because he genuinely liked the older man. He'd played every single one of James' games except for his newest segment called Guess Why?

The segment brought three celebrities together onto his stage and they had to guess why they were all there. For instance, Jennifer Lawrence, Amy Poehler, and Chris Pratt were on the last time and they all stared in top grossing movies of 2015. But the categories ranged from the obvious to 'you all have uncles named Paul'.

The audience loved to watch the celebs try to narrow down their similarities and now it was Harry's turn. Harry was technically there to talk about his tour coming up but honestly all of the concerts were already sold out, but that made him the first celebrity on the stage.

"So, Harry," James gave the audience that cat like smirk and continued, "Would you like to take the first guess as to Why you're all here?"

Harry chuckled, "Well seeing as I'm the only one on stage now I'd have to guess the reason being we're all sexy men."

James nodded, "Great guess."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, but you're wrong." James pouted mocking Harry's own, "Now let's get the second celebrity out here." Harry had perfected that effortless charm, watching as the audience reacted to whomever entered behind him. Playing the part, before his smile completely swiped from his face.

There sitting beside him was the one person he'd been avoiding. Someone who hung in circles so close to his he had to ask explicitly before attending an event whether or not he'd be in attendance. Not to be dramatic but he'd rather see his cold, dead father rise from the grave and make his way across that stage than him.

Dominic Harrison. The punk pop star smirked when he realized Harry was there as well, cocking his head in what could only be a challenge. Harry tuned out James' introduction and Dom's playful banter.

Only reentering the conversation when the painted red lips beside him smirked, "Oh no need to guess. I know what Harold, here, and I share."

"Don't." Harry whispered a little too seriously. The audience ooohhhd along.

Dom acted as though he didn't hear him at all, "Harry and I both fucked..."

Harry stood suddenly cutting Dom's sentence off and sending the audience into a hushed gasp, "Keep his name out of your mouth."

"Harry." James whispered, looking off stage and motioning for his stage manager to cut to a break.

"Oh." Dom finally stood, unbothered, "I keep his name and all of his parts exactly where I want them." Harry flinched, his hand clutching at his side ignoring James' words of de-escalation behind him. Dom took another step forward until there where only inches between them, "With that look on your face seems to me that you might be a little jealous."

"Jealous?" Harry sneered, "Of what? I sell more albums, top more charts, and make more money than you'll ever make. I'm not jealous."

Dom didn't flinch, just laughed coldly right in Harry's face, "Oh you are. You're jealous because when I'm in town he's still sucking on my strawberry lipstick and not yours."

Harry growled, his fist in the air before he knew what to do with it. Dom only fumbled a step, raising his hand to wipe a small stream of blood coming off his nose. 

Louis started knocking and didn't stop until the door to the bougiest apartment in Chicago opened. The man before him had a look of livid infuriation before realizing it was Louis and turning into a soft smile.