At the End of the Day...

Chapter 24

It's been two days since Taylor Swift gate crashed our first dinner out in Hawaii. I surprisingly haven't thought about it much because we've been doing so much. I went shopping with Harry yesterday and today we were all just hanging around the pool - which was surprisingly fun, but relaxing at the same time. I can't remember who suggested it - maybe Louis - but tonight we're going out clubbing. 

I feel like I might get a bit of de ja vu from the first day I ever met Harry and Louis. That was a really great night and I wouldn't be here now if it weren't from the drama that came out of that night. 

"Almost done? I have to wee," Harry knocks on the bathroom door as I finish straightening my hair. I've done my makeup really simply because I got sunburnt today and it's absolutely killing me. I can't believe I let my face get burnt - of all things.

I open the door so Harry can go to the toilet, and he inspects my face. "It doesn't look too bad anymore. Did you put some aloe vera on it? That always helps me." 

"Yeah, I did, I just covered it with a bit of makeup. It's really stinging though," I tell him, and he softly rubs his finger over my cheek. That soft touch would usually make me melt into a puddle of happiness, but right now, my face is so sensitive that I wince.

"Oh! Sorry, didn't realise it was that bad," Harry quickly removes his hand from my face and despite the pain of the sunburn, I smile. I walk out of the bathroom so he can do his business, and pick out a dress. I can't decide between a tight cream coloured dress with spaghetti straps and a black one that's even shorter, so when Harry comes out of the bathroom, I ask him.

"Pick the one with the thinner straps. It's nice."

"Yeah. I was leaning towards that one too." I quickly let my towel fall and step into the dress just as quickly.

"Are you going to wear underwear? Is that what you call them?" Harry laughs but his eyes are looking at me with lust.

"Do you want me to?" I ask coyly. 

"No," he replies bluntly, and I let out a small chuckle. I look around the room and find some tan coloured heels to chuck on. "I didn't think you would actually do it!" He laughs.

"It's no big deal," I say honestly. "Besides, it makes my butt look better if I don't wear anything."

"True. Your bum always looks good though."

"Pfft, ok, thanks."

"What? It does!" We both laugh and before I know it, we're out the door.

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"I'm going to warn you now, there are going to be paps everywhere. Ever since Taylor came here, they've been looking all over. I don't know if they know that we're here yet though. They're going to shit their pants once they see all of us!" Louis laughs to himself from the back seat.

"I can't wait to see the looks on their faces!" Liam says, sitting in the seat next to Louis. He seems to have cheered up ever since Cheryl broke up with him, and I'm really glad because I hate seeing him sad. Besides, who could stay sad when they've got a bunch of complete idiots on a holiday with them? 

I'm a little bit nervous to face the paparazzi again. I haven't had that many interactions with them which is really lucky for me. All I know is, they're really aggressive and can ask some really invasive questions. I think Harry can sense my anxiety because he places a warm hand - decorated with rings as per usual - on my thigh. "It will be ok," he whispers into my ear, and that alone makes me feel more at ease.

We pull up to our destination and there are a swarm of paps surrounding the entrance. Luckily I can see two security guards waiting to guide us through. Niall gets out first and as I'm next to get out, he grabs my hand to help me out. Harry quickly exits the car to stand next to me, and the other three come out as well. Harry holds my waist and guides me through as Niall and the security guards lead the way. I didn't realise until now that I can't legally drink in Hawaii until I'm 21, so I hope that nobody questions me since I'm with a famous boyband...?

As we pass the paparazzi, I can smell their greedy perspiration and I try to block out their constant insults. 

"When's the wedding?" One shouts.

"What's he like in bed?" Another one asks.

"How far along are you?" This one causes Harry to tense up around me and I feel like he's going to say something, so I try to keep us moving. I'm not going to lie - the insults are getting to me. I mean, accusing me of being pregnant? Asking about our sex life? It's none of their fucking business. I know they're doing their jobs, but they don't have to ask those sorts of questions. They know we aren't going to answer so why ask? I guess they just want to rile us up, which is so unfair.

After what feels like an eternity, we reach the entrance to the club. "I'm so sorry about that," Harry whispers in my ear, and I smile up at him weakly as a response. I really don't want him to feel bad about this whole situation. It's his life, and I'm willing to go through all of the hardships to be with him. I just feel even worse for him since he has to endure it daily. 

"You ok, Eva?" Niall turns around to ask me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't too bad," I reply, looking into his kind eyes. Niall really is a caring guy. All of them are.

"Well in that case, let's party!" Louis pipes up from behind us all. I can't help but laugh as we delve even deeper into the club full of people. We head towards the VIP section and I notice many pairs of eyes following us. Even though I want to have a night without people bothering us, I like to see the way Harry interacts with his fans. It just shows how much they value the support, and they are always willing to take a few seconds to chat and take a photo. 

Harry and I trail the group as we continue walking and all of a sudden I feel someone grab my butt. I stop in my tracks and turn around to see a guy who looks about 30, looking at me suggestively.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Harry shouts, and I realise, even though the it's hard to hear over the music, he is causing a scene. 

"It's ok, Harry, let's just keep moving." I try to tug his arm, but he shakes me off.

"It's not ok!" He turns back to the guy. "You just touched my girlfriend! Do you think she wanted to be touched by you? Do you?!" The man shakes his head with uncertainty. "So why did you do it, then? Huh?! Why?!" Harry grabs the front of his shirt. I've never seen this side of Harry before, it's beginning to scare me, although I know he's just trying to help. I look over in desperation to our group who are all standing in awe, trying to get one of them to come over.

"That's enough, Harry. It's not worth it." Before I know it, Liam has pulled Harry away from the guy who quickly runs away, back into the crowd. I look at Harry's face, which is still fuming, and once his eyes meet mine, his expression softens. I must have looked frightened, because I certainly felt like it.

"I'm sorry...I - I don't know what got into me, I guess I got a little possessive...?" Harry looks slightly embarrassed.

"Possessive is one word for it," I mutter with a chuckle and grab his hand.

I'll admit I felt scared when Harry acted like that, but it was kind of a turn on. All I've ever seen from him is the sensitive, gentle, and cheeky persona, and now I've uncovered a whole new layer. 

Dark, aggressive Harry. 

Well. 

This is interesting.

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Dark Harry? WHO WOULD'VE KNOWN.......

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