Double Idendity. ( Harry Styles Love story.)

Ch. 12 (Boy time.)

I sat on the bed looking through my mentions and decided i couldn't deal with this anymore. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked down seeing a new message from Marty. I picked it up opening the message.

From: Farty-Marty.

You have an interview tomorrow after running a few scenes. Then a photoshoot you must attend.

I frowned sad that I wasn't going to be by Harry tomorrow. I texted him back with a simple okay. And through my phone back on the bed skipping to the bathroom to put my makeup on discarding Harry's attempts to stop me. I looked in the mirror quickly looking away to my makeup bag pulling out my foundation, mascara, and eyeliner. I applied everything slowly and then finished it off with my favorite lip gloss. I puckered my lips making a smacking noise, putting my things back away and skipping back to my bed.

My phone lit up signaling another text I looked happy to see it was a text my Harry.

From: My loser. :P

I love you. Xx

I smiled at his cheekiness, and replied back quickly.

To: My loser. :P

Concentrate on your interview loser. I love you too. XX

I pressed send, startled by the knock on the Frame of my door. I jumped slightly holding onto my chest looking at Zayn smirking at me. I rolled my eyes at him playfully.

"Uh. We're going to the store. Wanna join?" he asked holding back a smile. I nodded taking my phone and room key. I skipped next to Zayn nudging him with my hip playfully. He smiled walking with me. Liam waited patiently by the door looking up at us from his phone happily.

"Danielle's coming here tomorrow." He smiled brightly, I cocked my head to the side like a lost puppy and he chuckled.

"My girlfriend." He explained his voice cheerful, and defiantly loving at the word girlfriend. I awed out loud earning a blush to form on Liam's cheeks. I looked at Zayn and he looked slightly sad.

"What's wrong zayn?" I asked. He looked looked up at my blunt question.

"I umm.. Just miss my girlfriend." He said scratching the back of his neck. My lip formed a pout. I rubbed his back and he smiled up at me reassuring me he was fine. We skipped out of the room, Liam smiling down at his phone. As if he was hear reading my mind I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket as I climbed into the back of Liam's Range Rover. I sat in the passenger seat with Zayn in the back.

From: My loser. :P

I can't concentrate. Im thinking of your lips. ;) xx

I giggled at his bluntness blushing slightly I looked out the window until I felt my cheeks gain back there original color.

To: My loser. :P

Aren't you a cheeky bastard. ;) I have a photoshoot and an interview tomorrow. :( xx

He replied almost instantly and I wondered if he was even present in the interview.

From: My loser. :P

Only for you baby..... Ugh. Well I guess we gotta make the most out of tonight. ;) xx

Oh god. I decided to tease him.

To: My loser. :P

Awe your cute. But your not getting anything tonight. :P

I had gotten so caught up in Harry that I forgot were I was. Before I knew it i had both boys staring at me intensely as I relized we were in front of a local grocer. I blushed a deep red as I took in there stares.