Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 8

I panic. I am lost here. I don't know what to do. I am also scared. Dos Anne know about this? She won't be happy.

"Mr. Styles?" I ask and Harry darts out of the make out session and turns to me.

"Alexandra! You made it!" He says as he unravels the model off his lap.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Styles' personal assistant." I say and shake hands with Kendall. She is way too drunk, his lips still in the shape of making out, slowly comprehending whats going on.

"I guess thats enough, at least fifty people got a picture." She says to Harry and he nods.

"Guess so, see you soon. Take care!" Harry says as Kendall smiles at me and suddenly leaves.

"What?" I ask as I lean down so I can hear Harry in all this music.

"Its PR business. Alexandra I am going to let you know that I am twenty flaming shots of tequila in right now, maybe even more. Your dress looks lovely but when you lean down like that I can see that your bra is white and its lace." Harry says and I immediately stand up straight and cover my collar. Its a see through bra...

Here I promised Matt that Harry will be nothing other than a boss and half an hour later, I am flashing him.

"Can we go home?" He asks as I try to evaporate when he gets out of his booth and collapses onto me.

My arms are too weak to support his weight and I struggle in these heels. To my luck, he comes to in a matter of moments and stands up.

"I'm sorry I ruined your date." He whispers to me as I try to drag him out of the club. The loud music and neon lights are giving me a headache.

"It was already over." I say in between breaths as I try to support his weight.

I don't know what I feel about seeing him like that, with another woman.It makes me feel annoyed for some reason. It shouldn't.

I need to text Anne and tell her its a PR stunt soon though because she will see the pictures soon and she told me she didn't like what happened on that yacht.

"I'm happy he ruined your lipstick." He smiles and I blush for the thousandth time since I met him. He just... He says these things that make my stomach flutter and I feel like I can't control anything around him.

I manage to drag him out the club and get him inside a taxi.

"I bought the house by the way!" He yells. I shush him and tell him we are outside now.

"Which one?" I ask so I can tell the driver the address. He readjusts himself and smirks. I swear to god, that smirk is the devil itself.

"The one you did the face most in." He blabs and then laughs at my reaction.

Does that mean he was checking my reactions?

"The one in SoHo?" I ask and his face lights up. Fuck, god exists.

"The one SoHo!" He screams and I start giggling.

I tell the angry taxi driver the address and he starts driving. That exact moment, some guy starts running along the taxi.

"Hey, Miss? Are you Harry's bitch now?" He yells into the window. My smile fades immediately. I don't know what I need to do.

"Hey shut the fuck up mate!" Harry yells back from behind me. I thought he hated cursing.

"Hit a nerve Harry? What happened to Kendall?" The paparazzi yells as he films everything.

"Go mind your own damn business asshole!" Harry yells back as he tells the driver to go on red lights and hands him a 500 dollar bill from his jacket pocket.