She's Not Afraid

Lost in London

***Chapter 18***

                After the interview was completely through, Harry ran for his fucking life.

                And I chased after him, of course.

                It felt like we were running forever. I caught up to him after a while, which you have to admire because my little legs were not match to his long ones. Once I finally caught up, I jumped on his back, knocking him over. The ground felt scratchy but soft, I looked around and figured we were at some park. I straddled him on the ground, except he wasn’t smiling, like the time we were playing football. He looked frightened.

                “You’re dead.” I told him blankly.

                “I know, but just hear me out.” He pleaded. I was about ready to commit murder right then and there, but Harry had other plans. He used his strength to flip us over so that he was not straddling me. “Now you have to hear me out.” He said smirking.

                “Just say it, Harry.” I managed to get out, through clenched teeth.

                “Alright, this wasn’t my idea, I swear…You know how management called me earlier today? Well, they said the kiss the other day was very…skeptical. They needed to cover it up somehow so they came up with this excuse…Y’know that we are dating. So I tried to make it as believable as possible. I don’t really have a say in it, but neither do you, so don’t try anything. From now on we have to act couple-y and be more lovey-dovey.” He explained.

                “I’d rather die.” I told him.

                He pouted his bottom lip. “Rather die than date me or have to act lovey-dovey?”

                “The second one.”

                He smiled down at me. “Good. You don’t really have a choice, do you?”

                I sighed heavily. “I’ll date you, Styles. But only for publicity. Only for management. I don’t want you losing your job.”

                A look of satisfaction appeared on his features. “Okay. But why don’t you want me losing my job?” He smirked.

                “Can you stop with the questions?”

                “But you just asked a question, so really, it’s you who needs to stop.” He countered.

                “Okay, whatever. Can you get off of me now?” I said, irritation clear in my voice.

                “No problem, love.” He said standing up and brushing his hands off like it was so big task. He stretched out his hand for me to take and I did. Once I was also standing up, he pulled me into a tight hug, his arms going around my waist. I was surprised at first but then I heard him whisper something in my ear. “There’s a pap behind that tree over there.” I heard his deep accent say. With that, I hugged him back.

                He pulled back from the hug and grabbed my hand and entwined it with his. We walked along the paved pathway until we had reached the edge of the park where we both turned o go separate ways.

                “We came from that way.” He said, pointing in the way he was headed.

                “You’re delusional. We passed the bus station, right back there, see.” I countered, gesturing to the bus stop that was a few feet away. Harry just scrunched his eyebrows and shook his head. I rolled my eyes and let go of his hand, walking in the right direction.