Sweet Bad Boys || Harry Styles AND Luke Hemmings

Chapter 15: Waking Up

 

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Harry's POV:

The whole band and I were now sitting in the record studio doing warm-ups. To be honest I think we look like idiots sing the "ma may me mo moos" but if the vocal coach think's it will help I won't fight it. I've really been trying to please the rest of the boys lately. I don't get why they put up with my pissy attitude. 

"So Harry since you have the best vocals and 'look' I'm going to have you be the face of the band, most solo's and everything." 

Ugh. That was our assigned agent Harvey. I hated his guts. I don't care if I had the 'looks' and shit but I'm not turning my back on my mates like that, this isn't the first time he's introduced this idea either, and the last 10 times i've shot him down. 

"How about no, you wanker." I looked him strait in the eye to show that i'm not afraid of this prick.

The other boys just looked at me with nervous eyes. I honestly don't know how they were feeling about this but I don't give two shits, what Harvey is proposing is complete bull and I won't stand for it.

"We're all equal, or I walk out." He let out a deep chuckle.

"Harry I don't think you understand for the next three years I own you." Not this again. "There's no getting out. You do what I say when I say it."

"And when did we agree to this?" I heard Liam pipe in. I'm a little shocked because he's always the good one.

"The second you signed that waiver.." A high pitch voice informed us. I looked to the corner to see where that voice was from. Veronica stood there with a sympathetic smile. I knew that whole waiver was complete bull, I should have followed my gut and not signed it. 

"Shut up." I saw from the corner of my eye Liam was going to say something, probably try to reason with me. I sent him a glare. "All of you." I quickly stormed out of the room. I don't care what they say this is rubbish.

As I walked out of the building I could hear the boy's voices getting raised. 

I don't care what her snobby flat mate said, I need to see Hazel now, before I do something stupid. I quickly sent her a couple texts.

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Hazel's POV

I woke up the next morning in a good mood until I remembered where I was. The memory of last night came flooding back. Instantly my hand went up and touched my face. I could feel the bumps and indents where the bruises and scars were, before I had a moment to really think, I felt large hand bring my hands down and intertwined theirs with mine.

"Don't even think about them Princess, you're still gourgeous." I felt Luke whisper into my ear

I could feel my cheeks light up, I then realized how I was laying. I was basically snuggled completely on top of Luke. I was about to move off of him when he tightened his grip around my waist. 

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked with a smile.

Flirt back. I thought to myself. I was never really good with the whole flirting thing so I tried my best.

"Far away from you." Great Hazel Grace now he thinks you hate him.

"Is that so?" He chuckled out, which I hope was a good sign. I nodded a little.

"Well that's too bad cause I'm nice and comfortable." He said snuggled into me more.

I smiled and layed their a minute more until I decided to get up and check my phone. As soon as I left Luke, I felt a shudder go through me because of the sudden lack of heat.