Pieces of Us| h.s.

Chapter Thirty.

Sydney Archer

It's four in the morning, and I don't know how I'm still alive right now.

We had a successful night, a much more successful night than anticipated so we decided we'd attend the after party, which had a free bar. This party is full of artists and models and actors and all of these celebrities I didn't even know existed until now. It's absolutely insane.

Somehow, we won all three awards we were nominated for, including best artist. That was something we knew we wouldn't win, we didn't believe for one second we even stood a chance until they read our names out. It was an incredible night for us, The Kats, a band we look up to congratulated us and I nearly died out of pure excitement when they spoke to us.

Harry also kissed me, in front of everyone, then went on the stage with red lipstick on his cheek and smudged beneath lips. These past few weeks we've been keeping things quiet, keeping things to ourselves so much so it wasn't until tonight that Jamie and Myles actually said something about it. However, I didn't care if the entire world knew I had kissed Harry, part of me liked being the one girl that gets the pleasure of having him.

Myles was busy talking to an actress, Jamie also looked like he was drunk out of his mind and Harry, he was dancing with me still. I was holding both his hands, forcing him to dance so maybe he wasn't really enjoying it despite the smile on his face he wore as he looked at me.

'Wanna go home?' I asked him.

'What's that love?' He shouted, unable to hear over the music but I was blushing instantly at him calling me love.

'Home! Wanna leave?'

'Yeah, c'mon we'll tell Jamie and Myles.' Harry said, taking me by the hand to walk from the bar through the crowds over to Jamie and Myles, saying our goodbyes to all the people we had passed by on our way.

Myles and Jamie were now dancing together, or maybe it was actually Myles forcing Jamie and Kyla to dance with him despite them clearly not having the energy. It made Harry and I laugh, however we weren't being pulled into Myles scheme so we made a quick getaway.

There was something that felt so exciting and new about holding hands with Harry, pulling him behind me so we could leave this party full of A-listers on the evening of the biggest awards night of our lives. We were both giggling over something that wasn't actually that funny, drunk on feelings and high on adrenaline.

Until we got outside that was. There were dozens of people, flashing lights, shouting voices. It was overwhelming. I stopped in my tracks, covering my eyes from all their flashing cameras and Harry remained holding my hand. He took the lead then, pushing through the swarm of paparazzi situated outside the club gripping my hand like his life depended on it.

It was difficult though, they weren't moving despite Harry asking them politely to move out of our way so we could find a car that would take us home. They were trying to take pictures of us, right in our faces and I have never felt so violated in my life. I was wearing a short dress and I was surrounded by men who were pushing and shoving Harry and I. I felt a band on my backside and jumped out in fear, that's when Harry turned back around and stood staring at all of the people we were surrounded by.

'Who did that?' He asked through gritted teeth, however when the cameras continued flashing he only got more angry. 'Back off all of you, lay a hand on Sydney and I'll kill you, back the fuck off!'

This time Harry just shoved his way through, pushing people out the way as he had tossed his politeness out the window the second he realised none of these people had any human decency. The first car we saw we hopped in, luckily it was a cab and even then, when we were in the car we were surrounded by cameras and people that wouldn't budge until the car nearly ran them over.