Betrayal || bws

Chapter 3: Making It Better

// There's Faithy, isn't she gorgeous😉💘 //

Alex's POV,

Music bursting through the speakers, and the wind blowing my hair around is the best thing anyone could have.

"Where here." Harry tells me as he turns off his car.

"What if we get caught?" I ask, I don't want that I'm supposedly 'dating' Harry Styles.

"We might but at least we'll still be together." Harry shyly tells me as I smile.

We both get out and Harry takes my hand, we walk inside the cinema. There's not much people here late at night but there were some girls giggling in the corner.

"What are we watching?" I ask.

"The Hunger Games." Harry smiles. A smile appears on my face, I wanted to see the Mocking Jay part 2.

Then I hear something..

"Alexandra!" I hear someone call, I'm only called Alexandra when I'm in deep shit with my parents.

I turn around to see a teenaged girl around 15 or 16. I smile at her as she's smiling gleefully.

"Hello, you bloody scared me when you called me by my first name." I giggled as she was crying in happiness. I engulfed in a big hug, I loved my fans. They are like my children that I can't ever get over.

I took a picture with the small brunette. Harry stood there smiling at me.

"Why you smiling?" I ask walking over to him chuckling.

"You and your fans are so cute." Harry coos.

"Hush child." I shush him. We find our way to the theatre and sit down in our assigned spots.

The whole movie I was standing up and mumbling things, the movie was so intense. Harry sat there laughing at me.

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We walk out hand in hand. Soon we hear screaming girls and clicks.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I say getting my hand bag and covering my face with it.

The clicks and flashes of paparazzi blind me, and the screeches of screaming girls deaf me.

"Are you and Harry dating." One of them ask me.

"Do you miss Brad?" Another one asks. We find Harry's black van and get in.

"I'm so sorry for this..." Harry tells me, I sigh.

"It's fine." I tell him. He puts his hand on my thigh and I put my hand on top of his. I know I don't have feeling for him but I do have some. I don't have the butterflies when Harry says my name, I did with Brad.

They followed us, it got really annoying. We are trying to like drive anywhere without people following us.

"Harry, I think it's best if you take me home." I tell Harry, I don't want to be rude and ditch him but we're going to cause enough trouble.

"I think I should, I'm so sorry. This wasn't planned." He explains.

"It's okay, it's not like they haven't done it before so..." I tell him. We pull up into my drive way with about five girls still following the van and like two photographers.

"Bye Harry.." I tell him, I reach over to the side of the car to give him a hug. He hugs me back tightly not caring about the flashing lights. He finally kissed my cheek and let me go.