Married to Styles (Sequel to Working for Styles)

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Harry

We were fucked. We were screwed. We were in so much trouble and there was no way we could lie our way around this one. There was photographic evidence of Niall and I kissing in the airport parking lot.

I didn't want to look at Niall and I definitely didn't want to look at Chris. He was pissed the fuck off. When I had looked at Chris, his face was red and I could have sworn I saw steam come out of his ears like the cartoon characters on TV.

Chris slammed the picture of Niall and I kissing in front of us; making both of us jump.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Chris yelled.

I didn't say anything...but Niall did, and I wish he didn't.

"It's photoshop, Chris..." he said softly.

"Bullshit! No it's not! You little fuckers are still together after I specifically said you had to break up! Did you think I wasn't gonna find out? Hmm? Are you two fucking idiots?! Are you that stupid? Did you hit your head again, Harry?! Hmm?!"

I didn't want to say anything. I was too afraid to. But not Niall.

"I'm not gonna sit here and let you talk to us like this! I will knock you flat on your ass again and I'll make sure you stay down!" Niall said as he stood up from his seat.

"Are you threatening to kill me?"

"I don't now, Chris...am I?!"

Now I had to step in. I didn't want Niall to go to jail. I couldn't care less if Chris did. He'd be out of my life and I'd be happy; Niall and I could be happy.

"Niall...please...just sit back down..." I said as I tugged on his arm.

He listened and sat back down. I wanted to punch the smirk right off Chris' face. He was just constantly being a pain in the ass.

"So, I'm gonna set up an interview for you only, Harry..."

What?

Oh no. This can't be good.

"Why only Harry?" Niall asked; his voice wavering.

"Because I'm gonna end this once and for all. This interview is only for Harry because he has to talk about that damn concussion and breakup that you caused..."

Chris pointed his finger in Nialls face and I just snapped. I stood up, nearly jumped over the table then shoved Chris hard against a wall.

"It wasn't Niall's fault! It was mine and mine alone! Don't you ever fucking dare blame Niall for anything! Me getting a concussion was my fault! I shouldn't have been drinking and I shouldn't have tried to fight Daniel. It's not Niall's fault and if you fucking blame him again, I'll be the one killing you."

I could almost see the fear not only in Chris' eyes, but Niall's as well. I don't think Niall has ever seen me this angry before. In fact, I wish he hadn't. I let Chris go from the wall and sat back down in my chair beside Niall. I tried to reach for Niall's hand, but he scooted away from me. It hurt. It really did.

"So back to what I was saying...the interview is only for Harry so he can address his concussion and how he'll be out for the rest of the season, he'll also need to formally confirm your breakup..." He rolled his eyes and I lowly growled. Niall did nothing but stay quiet. "Then finally he'll need to address that the picture was fake. That it was made up. That it was some idiotic fan that wanted you two to still be together."

"My fans aren't idiotic, you asshole," I mumbled.

"What was that? I couldn't quiet understand you. You should really enunciate your words, Harry."