I'm with the band

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I clench my jaw and my arms fold in frustration as Harry speeds down the road.

"Can you slow down?" I ask impatiently, getting angrier with him by the second.

"That's not a response to my question." He says, but still slowing down anyway.
"You were so uncomfortable with this whole situation, and then you go and kiss him."

"He kissed me!" I yell.
"I didn't want to, but I didn't stop it either because people were taking pictures!"

"So, what? You wanted people to see that you're making out with a guy ten years older than you?" He asks, frustrated, knowing how disgusted I was at first.

"I had to make this whole thing look real, it's my job, Harry!" I yell, annoyed that he's not understanding me.

"Your job is being a performer, not doing things you're uncomfortable with!" He yells, arguing with me.

"I didn't think he was actually going to kiss me." I say, grinding my teeth.

"Why didn't you tell him at first that you weren't comfortable to kiss him?" He asks impatiently and cutting me off, making a sharp right turn, which makes my body jerk forward.

He quickly throws his arm over me, making sure my body doesn't slams to the front of the car.

I felt his strong grip on me, not to the point where it hurt, but just strong enough.

"You saw how he acted with me at first, he wasn't attracted to me at all."

Harry hums, focusing on the road.

"I can't believe you actually did this." I mumble, hiding my face in my palm.

"I had to Lizzy, when I saw those photos, I knew I had to come and get you." He says, shaking his head.
"You weren't into him at all, I figured there was something wrong."

"For the millionth time, it's my job!" I yell.
"This whole situation is wrong, I still have to go through with it!"
"Aren't you worried that someone caught a photo of you picking me up? How are we gonna explain that to Simon?"

"Is that your main goal in life? Worrying about what Simon has to say about literally anything?" Harry asks, upsetting me more and more.

I scoff and purse my lips together,  fighting back tears.
"At least one of us actually cares about not losing the other!"

Harry raises his eyebrows, impressed.
"That's what you think?"

I look at him offended, none of us exchanged another word after I said that.

"We're home." He finally says, getting out of the car and slamming the door.

I roll my eyes, getting out.
It was pouring cats and dogs outside.

"I can't believe you're being so immature because of something that you did." I say frustrated, my blonde hair getting soaked.

"You're so right, I'm so incredibly sorry Lizzy, that I was only concerned for you and wanted to protect you from that moron!" He yells sarcastically, being nearly louder than the noise of raindrops tapping on his car.
"I wasn't the one going around and kissing a complete asshole of a guy!"

"I told you I didn't want to kiss him!" I yell back, tears prickling in my eyes, not being noticeable because of the rain.
"I'm only doing this to cover for all of us!"

There's a moment of silence between us again.
Harry doesn't say anything else, he just walks inside as I follow, my feet stomping on wet puddles.