Fake It || H.S ||

Chapter 7

"You know, as much as you like mocha I though you'd favor chocolate over vanilla."

"I'm full of surprises, Styles."

Instead of making a scene, Harry and I got our ice cream from a park vendor and sat on a nearby bench and chatted. We realized we didn't have to try hard to make a scene and have our pictures taken randomly. 

"I see. you're much more exciting than I am." Harry stated. "No way. I don't have millions of girls obsessing over me." I said in between licks from my ice cream cone. Every now and then I'd stop to chew on my sprinkles. "Besides, you're no where near boring looking."

He smirked. Harry was different than I even with the smallest of things. He was eating plain chocolate ice cream from a small cup with a spoon and I was chowing down vanilla from a cone covered in enough rainbow sprinkles to be an attraction at an amusement park. 

"So, if I'm not boring looking tell me, beautiful, do you find me attractive?"

I paused for a moment. I was a person of honesty and being stuck with him he'd find out sooner or later I rarely hold back when asked things like that.

"First off, I'm not beautiful. I'm simply Sephora."

"Which translates to beautiful." He interrupted. I sighed. "Secondly, yes. Your bone structure is wonderful really. I could draw you." He grinned from ear to ear, chocolate stained on his upper lip. 

"Wipe your mouth pretty boy before the paparazzi get a shot of your chocolate lips."  

His cheeks turned a slightly red tint and he mumbled an "oh" before wiping his mouth on a complementary napkin we received from the vendor. 

"Is Sephora your real name." He asked. I thought about ti before answering. "No, but my real  name is very similar to Sephora." 

My real name was ancient. I usually let people call me Sephora in school because they somehow found my real name difficult to pronounce. 

We sat on the bench a little while longer enjoying the nice cool day and each other's company. After a while, we both had finished our shares of ice cream and sat there on our phones. I checked Twitter to see a hash tag related to Harry was trending. I also learned the girl who checked us out was fired for violating her confidentiality agreement concerning high profile guests and their parties they bring into the store. 

I looked at some of the tweets that were in the controversial trending hashtag. I expected this. The real question, however, was did either of our managements expect this? They always act like they know what is best, but at this point such a task will be over before it begins.  

"Lets go back." I said. Harry had a puzzled look on his face. "Why?What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I smiled at his concern. "No, I just want to be inside really. Also, I have and idea." He tiled his head sort of like a confused puppy. "Idea concerning what?" he asked as he fumbled for the keys.

"Management. I need to talk to them." I hurried to the car, anxious to state my case while it was still fresh on my mind. "Well, we were supposed to report to them after all of this was over any way."

I was already leaning on the car bouncing anxiously by the time Harry reached it. "Can I drive." I half asked as I took the keys from Harry. He didn't seem to mind. He was confused if anything.

"Is everything okay, love?" he asked. "Yea, you're just a bit to slow moving for me. I could have been out of this parking space and at the nearest red light before you reached the car." Styles rolled his eyes. "Well excuse me for not being an Olympic sprinter with abnormally tiny legs like yourself." 

"It's okay, Harold." I said as I miraculously made a right turn under a red light. "Why don't you check your Twitter and tell me about what type of races they're running their mouths in."

Harry's hands looked small even on his gray iPhone 6 Plus. He was just overall a large person in proportion in my opinion. He was probably twice my size in every aspect. 

"Harry, how much do you weight?" I burst out.

"Woah, that's weird. Not every day someone blurts out asking for your weight." He replied.

"Would you rather me google it?" I said, glancing over at him periodically form the road. 

He just stared idly at me. 

"Hey Siri, What's Harry Styles's weight." I yelled.

"What?!" Harry yelled over Siri's response.

Her robotic voice recited: "Okay, Sephora. Google results show Harry Styles is 6'2, 165 lbs, and is 21 years old." I smiled and mockingly said "Thank you Siri" just to mess with Harry.

"You couldn't have asked me?" He asked. I smiled at his expression. "I did." He sighed before burying his head back into the world of Twitter.

I pulled into the first available parking space and gave Harry back the keys. "Come on. The sooner we get up there the sooner we can fix this. " I explained. 

He was nearly expressionless as we made way to the room the mini conference was supposed to be held in. It was the same room where we had first met. Our management was to solidify a few things before One Direction had an interview tomorrow and review how the media was processing the events of today. It was easy to see Harry was in thought.

"We were told to be here by 8 and it's 7:40." I told Harry as we stepped on the elevator." We might as well drag around because Fiona is never early, only on time." Harry looked at me strangely, as if he was holding back something. His face had turned from expressionless to sour. "How slow is this elevator?" was all he attempted to say. 

"It's really slow and instead of going to the top floor I went ahead and send it to the roof because we have extra time and -"

"Perfect." was all I heard before I felt my body being pressed up against the cold wall of the elevator and my lips being comforted by another pair. It all happened so fast, the next thing I knew I was looking into Harry's eyes. Whether it was because I pulled away or pushed him or simply because he pulled away was a mystery. 

"Shit." 

I just stared at him. I could make no movements at this point. I couldn't freaking think straight.

"Shit. Fuck, Sephora."

He stepped away from me and ran his hands through his hair as he began pacing around the small area of the elevator. "Sephora, I'm so damn sorry. It's just that...." 

Harry's husky voice became a blur to me. The slow sounding dings of the elevator notifying us that another floor has been overtaken started to become distorted. Harry's mouth kept running but no recognizable sounds were coming out.

 My knees were still attached to my body but I felt no support.My eyelids fluttered until their weight went from feathers to boulders and I couldn't keep them open anymore. My knees couldn't keep up shop. My ears couldn't recognize the dinging or the phonetic sounds  of a mumbling 21 year old any longer. I fell into the corner as the last  and loudest ding  was heard from the elevator. An even louder cry was heard from Harry. 

"Shit, Sephora. Answer me!"