Putting on a Show (L.S)

Chapter 8

I step out of the car, slamming the door a bit too hard.
This wasn't exactly my proudest moment, being at a bar with Harry- the same bar I've come to several times in hopes of getting drunk and maybe catching a dance or two, well I never had actually danced. Not that I remember.

My gaze catches on Harry, and I'm immediately afraid. I don't tend to cower down, but he's got this look in his eye, and his jaw is clenched.
He's in black skinnies as well, and yet again, another halfway buttoned shirt, only this one is black.

"You're lucky, Louis, that Simon isn't mad. If he were, you'd be fired and I'd be in big trouble," he sneers.

"I am quite lucky, aren't I, Styles?"

He sighs, reaching out for my right hand with his left, intertwining our fingers.

"The plan is to hang out here for an hour or two before leaving. That's when we do something for pap pictures and then you're welcome to go home. Tomorrow, you've got the day off, but since that means the weekend starts when you're back to work, you have to come over to my place."

I nearly drop his hand, but instead I only give it a squeeze. "I have to what?"

"Grow up, Louis. You'd just be there for bits and pieces of the weekend, making this dating thing seem like more than it already does."

I groan, "Fine, but no funny business."

"Right. All you have to do, is be seen showing up there. So, once you're inside, maybe we can play pool or something. I've got a table."

I nod, "That's- Styles I would say you're beginning to grow on me, but I still seem to hate you."

He sticks out his tongue at my fake smile I've plastered on.

He begins walking first, as usual, and drags us to the entrance of the bar.
Considering it's early afternoon, it's not much of a party as the bar last night was.

We walk further in, finding two empty barstools, and sitting next to each other.

"So, what has the glorious Harry Styles been up to?" I ask sarcastically, nodding at the bartender who gestures he'd be with us in a moment.

"Well, I had to deal with your drunk self last night before going home and getting three hours of sleep, if that, before waking up to deal with Simons' requests. But what about you, Princess?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm not a 'princess', thank you. Anyways, I don't think it's any of- wait. Did I do anything stupid while drunk?"

A small smile forms on his lips, "I wouldn't say that. You were actually quite content, and nice."

I make a slight face a disgust, turning my body so I can look at him, "Oh God, what did I say?"

He only smiles wider, "Said I was funny, said I was cute, and called me Sun."

"No, you're lying. You're literally the exact opposite."

He frowns, but it turns back to a smile as the bartender walks over. "What can I get you?"

Harry requests a soda, and I tell him to surprise me.

The bartender nods, saying that he'll be right back.

Harry turns, looking at me, "And for the record, I'm hilarious. Maybe not cute, but-"

"Couldnt help but overhear, but, I think you're quite the catch."

Harry and I both look behind me, seeing some blonde dude sitting with a sloppy smile on his face, but it's charming, in a way.

I scoff, and Harry grins, "You're lying, but I appreciate it."

The guy shakes his head, and they both continue smiling at one another, as if I'm not even here.

"Care to go dance or go for a game of pool? Maybe not the best time but, figured I'd take a shot," the guy muses, pointing his thumb at the main floor.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but I make up words first. "No, he won't. Ever."

The guy looks confused, "And why not?"

Harry only seems amused, "Yeah, Louis, why not?"

I hate myself for ever letting this type of sentence slip my mouth, certainly and specifically in reference to Harry.

"Cause he's my boyfriend, that's why," I sneer, but the guys' facial expression doesn't change, only whispering an "oh, sorry," before going back to his own world beside us.

I roll my eyes, facing forward and finding that my drink is there, and so I take it in my hand, taking the shot. It's strong, and I'm not all that sure as to what I've just drank, but it's quite sour.

I place the glass back down, looking at Harry, who's got this smugly amused face on as he takes a sip of his soda.

"What's with you?" I ask, honestly still annoyed at the encounter from a moment ago, for some reason.

"Nothing. Just you getting jealous is great to watch."

"I'm not jealous," I say, glaring at him.

"Well, if that's what you've got to tell yourself, go ahead. But to me, that looked like jealously. I mean-"
He pauses, lowering his voice to a small whisper, leaning forward a bit, "I mean, like you've made it clear, you don't like me. Why not let me dance with him if you don't care?"

I only huff, unable to answer, because I'm not even all that sure why I stepped into the middle of it. Harry and I aren't even technically a real couple. He can do what he wants, because I know I'm going to be doing what I want.

"See? You're jealous. Jelouis! Yes, that's what I'm calling it," he jokes before taking another sip of his soda.

I send daggers at him, ready for this date to be over. Well, maybe some part of me is alright with staying, but I'm not going to let it interfere with me disliking sitting so near Harry.

I can't wait to go back home, having the day off tomorrow and all, until I have to actually go to Harry's house. Sounds revolting.
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