Imagine {On Hold}

«Chapter 12 - Last First Kiss»

«Mary's POV»

Sure, the movie was funny, but I couldn't pay attention because Harry was throwing popcorn at me. I took a small handful and threw it at him. He shook his hair, ridding the popcorn in his curls and laughed. "Come on, Mary. This movie is boring!"

"Did you hear that?" A girl in front of us said to her friend.

Her friend nodded. "Yeah. It sounded like-"

"Harry Styles." They both whispered.

Harry put his beanie over my head, covering my eyes. As I lifted the hat off my head, I saw Harry hunkered down in the floor board. I giggled, but stopped as soon as I heard one of the girls call me name. "Mary?"

I made a big mistake and looked up. The girls were two rows in front of us, so they couldn't see Harry. "Uhh, yes?"

"I go to the same school as you!" Great. I knew who that chick was. "It's me, Kayla!" She always tripped me in the halls and made fun of me. "Is Harry here?"

"Why would Harry Styles be here?" I growled.

She tossed her hair at me and I heard Harry whisper something, but I ignored him. Kayla's friend, Martha, finally spoke up. "Well, Louis did tell everyone he was here. And that you're his cousin. So why wouldn't his friends be here? I mean, why would Louis Tomlinson, out of all people, hang around a skank like you?"

Harry finally stood up. "What did you call her?" He whispered.

"Harry, we need go get out of here." I whispered as I tried to push him out of the aisle, but he wouldn't budge.

Both the girls stood up and Kayla said, "You heard me. She's nothing but a skanky fucked up whore who is desperate for someone like you! Why are you here anyways? Aren't you supposed to be in Australia doing a concert?"

"I am." He said bluntly. I cowered back. I don't know why, but Harry being on his defensive side towards me was both hot and scarey. Kayla and Martha being mean, on the other hand, was just a daily thing I was used to.

Kayla argued with Harry while Martha made her way towards me. She was climbing over the seats, towards me, ready to hit me. I ducked when she got to me. I don't believe in fighting. Call me a pacifist if you will, but I only fight for self-defense. Of course she just wanted to hurt me just because. I climbed the seats so I was on the other side of Harry.

Martha took Harry's hand, but he pulled it away from her. I was now able to run, but not without Harry. Kayla screamed, "You are nothing but trash, Mary! No one likes you!!" She screamed towards me. Harry was now trying to get Martha off his back.

"I love her! Now leave us alone!" Harry screamed.

What? I was frozen. There weren't many people in the theater, but the people that were were mad at us. The movie stopped and the lights brightened up the room. Did he just say-? Did he say he-loves me? Martha and Kayla were as stunned as I was.

Harry looked at me. My mouth was gaped open, but it closed as soon as Martha yelled, "How can you love her? She's ugly and is just a wanna be!"

I didn't know I was crying until Harry strode towards me, and very quickly, I might add. He put his arms around me and I pulled his beanie over my head more and cried into his shoulder. Harry Styles loves me. Out of all the girls he can have he chose me. Me. I knew I loved him back. Eventually we made our way out of the theater.

Harry called for a limousine. I shoved him in the shoulder and said, "Show off."

Before he could say a reply, about 15 or so girls crowded us. Of course the security guard that was there earlier blocked them from us. Harry held my hand and we walked towards the limo that parked in front of the theater. He opened the back door and I climbed in. Oh my god. It was amazing! The seats were extremely comfy and there were two long seats on each side. At the end of each was a TV.

Harry sat beside me and said, "You like?"

"Show off." I said again. "I've never riden in a taxi, much less something like this!"

The person driving said, "Hey, Styles. Fancy meeting you here."

"Likewise, Steven." Harry said back. He put an arm around my shoulders and asked me, "Close your eyes. You have something on your eyelashes."

What did I do? Being an idiot I closed my eyes instead of getting it myself. I closed my eyes and I felt someone kiss me. I opened my eyes, but instantly closed them, as I saw it was Harry. I don't know why, but I barely remember anything after the gentle and living kiss. Thanks to Harry I now, don't remember anything after then.