I'm with the band

19

"What?" Harry says to me, as we see through each other, giving the other worried looks.
"What are you talking about?"

"The solution to everyone thinking we're dating." I say, panicking, clutching my chest in anxiety.
"It's the solution Simon thought was most suitable."

"Okay, calm down." Harry says, nearly panicking as well, stroking my arms.
"You need to have a seat, because you're very overwhelmed right now and need to calm down."

He takes my hand and leads me back into his room, where he made me have a seat on his bed and he sat next to me.

"Harry, I don't wanna date him." I say, blinking my tears away as they fell down my cheeks.
"He fought you, and he's so much older than me-"

"Lizzy, listen to me." He says, his hands grilling the back of my neck, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.
"Did you or the boys try to convince him otherwise?"

I nod frantically, my heart rate increasing the more we spoke.

"Shit, okay." He mumbles, trying to think of something.
"I'm gonna go talk to him." He says, getting up but I stop him by grabbing his hand.

"Harry don't." I say sobbing, shaking my head.

"Why not?" He asks, frustrated with this whole situation.

"It's no use, he won't listen." I say, frowning.
"He said his decision is final."

"But we can change his mind-"

"No, we can't!" I shout, overwhelmed.
"Me and the guys tried multiple times, he only got more and more upset."

Harry purses his lips and sits back down.
"I'm so sorry, Lizzy." He says, shaking his head.

"For what?"

"For this." He says, anxiously running his fingers through his hair.
"Because of me and Niall immaturely dragging you to the theatre, we're in this mess and you're the one paying the consequences."

"And what, that's your fault?" I ask him annoyed, knowing I'm to blame too.

"Yes!" He shouts, as I furrow my eyes brows.

"Well, it's not." I say.
"I'm the one who jumped in your arms, even though I obviously don't wanna go through with this, I have to."

"But that's not right!"

"Maybe not, but it's what Simon wants." I say softly, stroking his shoulder, as our faces got closer to each other.

"But what about what you want?" Harry whispers, his eyes still interlocked with mine.

I shake my head and form my lips into a line.
"What I want doesn't matter right now, I'm doing this for the band. For you guys."

"But if it's something you're not comfortable with-" He says, but I don't let him finish, putting my index finger against his full lips.

"I don't have a choice." I whisper, another tear coming down my eye.
"It's only temporary."

"You're such an angel, you know that?" Harry asks as I shrug.
"I mean it, you're putting up with this just to protect us.." Harry says.
"You always put everyone else before yourself."

I really didn't know what to say, but somehow our faces got closer to one another.

It seemed as if we were about to kiss again.