Lovin' Styles

Strawberry Shampoo - Chapter 7

Paparazzi's POV:

"Greg, did you see that?" I whispered to him, quickly flashing pictures of Harry. 

"All of it," Greg's New York accent said loudly in my ear before snickering.

"Just wait until we leak this to the press, Harry's new mystery girl. This boy is golden. How many stories have we gotten from him this month about all these poor girls getting cheated on by him - we need to stick around here." I said, grinning. 

I peeked through the peep-hole to the tiny apartment. Then I saw them.

The big cuts on the girl's arm.

I lifted up my camera, posing it in front of the window.

"Golden."

Harry's POV:

"So, what have you been doing without me all this time?" I ask Riley, chucking as she grins. Her head in my lap, I trace her perfect features with my fingers. 

"Well-"

"It's hot in here, why don't you take that sweatshit off?" I said, reaching for the bottom of the sweatshirt, tugging it off her body.

"No."

It's sweltering in here, why must she be so stubborn?

Don't be difficult Harry.

"You were saying?'

"Oh yea," Riley says giggling. "I work at a frozen yogurt shop three days a week from ten to four. Um, I'm in a band with my two friends, and I teach guitar lessons." She says, smiling up at me. I gaze at her angelic face.

I lean down and kiss her, smelling her strawberry shampoo in her hair.

I feel her mouth smile as she kisses me. I pull her up from sitting on my lap, so she's sitting up, right across from me. I keep my hands on her small waist, tickling her sides. 

She laughs, but keeps the kiss. I take this opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. She takes her tongue and swirls it around mine, teasing me.

We finally break off, grinning at each other. 

"I missed that," she whispers. 

"I missed you."