Misunderstood (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Three

"So, Kate Blythe, you are an actress, a dancer, and an artist?" Harry raised an eyebrow in her general direction.

"I really-"

"You're an actress?" Louis cut Kate off at the beginning of her sentence. Kate just kind of giggled and paused. She was taken aback, not many people didn't know who she was these days. It was kind of refreshing.

"Lou, c'mon mate. We just saw the film she was in," Harry said nonchalantly. Louis had a confused expression on his face. "With the boys, remember, they went mad for it,"

Suddenly Kate realized her sunglasses were still on. She'd grown so accustomed to them she couldn't tell they were there.

She removed them and folded them up, then looked towards Louis, who suddenly had become overcome with shock.

"What..?" Kate asked, "is there something on my face?"

"No, no," Louis stuttered. "It's just, well, you're really famous right now and-"

"Excuse him, he's trying to discreetly tell you that you're, er, fit."

A blush rose to Kate's cheeks and she Was conflicted if she should flirt with the Cheshire boy or why away from him. For now, she chose neither. She decided to be friendly and that was it.

"Uh, thanks, I think," she smirked at the two boys. "Do I get to meet the rest of my fanclub?"

"Well I suppose, don't be surprised if they pass out at the sight of you, though,"

Kate let out a full laugh, a glorious, bubbly noise.

"I'm not kidding," Harry spoke completely serious. "It's happened before."

At this, Kate had no idea what to say. She was quite baffled; was he joking? Probably not, she thought to herself, he seems pretty serious!

There was an awkward pause in the cabin, filled by the laughter of three boys a bit farther ahead and Leah's small protests in her sleep.

"Did you want to meet your fanclub or not?" Louis joked, smiling. It was a smile that didn't really reach his eyes At all, actually.

Kate suddenly realized how unhappy he must be. It was easy to see it. She nodded and smiled to answer his question. She got up after the two boys did and walked a slow pace behind them.

Harry stopped suddenly and turned to face Kate with a grin on his face.

"The lovely Kate Blythe," he said gallantly. This brought a genuine smile to Kate's face.

"Nice to meet you," said Liam, standing and shaking her hand with a grin.

"You too," she murmured, her grin toning down to a small smile.

"I'm Liam. This is Niall, he's Irish. And-"

"And I'm Zayn, able to speak for myself, may I add," he joked.

Kate knew each boys name and face vaguely, so she needed no introductions. However, she also introduced herself. She was sure they knew her name. Positive. But it was courteous.

"Kate Blythe," Kate said with a warm smile.

"Your father is Talon Blythe, correct?"

Kate cleared her throat and averted her eyes from Liam's, who'd asked the question. It was clear she was uncomfortable in the situation. She clasped her hands and the back of her neck prickled with sweat.

Harry steered the conversation in a different direction, sensing Kate was uncomfortable. Though his curiosity was definitely triggered.

"So your art," he inquired, "do you draw? Or sculpt?"

"I paint, actually," a coy smiled tugged at Kate's lips.

"So wait, do you paint like, nude people?" Niall asked abruptly. She suddenly realized all five of the boys' eyes were on her.

"Kate, paint me like one of your French girls!" Louis cried, throwing his hands above his head and threw a flirtatious look towards her. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Guess she does now," Zayn murmured between laughs.

Suddeny, all six of them were laughing with reckless abandon and no reason. They didn't even know why they were laughing; they just were. Kate's eyes teared up and as she calmed down, still giggling now and then, she wiped them.

She looked back up to see Harry's eyes trained on her. She smiled at him.

The other boys, absorbed in conversation once more, didn't hear Harry as he spoke quietly.

"You're beautiful. You know that," he spoke softly. "You probably don't hear it enough. I mean, your fans probably tell you you're 'pretty' and 'hot' but you're more than that. I mean you really are beautiful."

Harry said it casually, as if be said it to every girl he met. It sparked something in Kate though. He was right; she wasn't told that often. Ar all, probably. She blew it off with a smirk.

"You say that to every girl you meet, Styles?"

"Only the ones who need to hear it," he retorted, ignoring her sarcasm.

"Well, thank you then."

"No thanks needed, love."