Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 20

"Do you think this is okay to wear?" Harry asks me, as I knock on Tiff and Paul's door.

I shake my head at his silly question. He's wearing a lovely white knit, witch looks so soft against his sun kissed skin, his usual tight skinny jeans and warm caramel brown, old looking, leather boots.

"Harry. You look amazing. It's only Tiff and Paul, not the Queen." I say harshly.

"Just remember I have met the queen!" He states.

"And your point is...?" I laugh at his sentence.

"I'm not sure... I just had to boast I guess." He smiles showing his dimples. Oh the dimples. They will be the death of me.

"Took long enough." I mutter, as I hear someone's footsteps towards the door. Harry chuckles at my words, before stepping closer towards me and wrapping a warm arm around my waist.

The door opens to reveal a warm and happy looking Tiffany. She begins her warm greeting, but is completely lost for words when she realises who I have brought with me for dinner.

"Well! Thanks for the warning Laura love!" Tiff exaggerates. "Hello, I'm Tiffany. Nice to meet you!" She pulls Harry into an unexpected, yet warm looking hug, then moves to embrace me in another warm hug.

"Sorry Tiff, I was just having a rough week and I couldn't really be bothered telling Paul about who I would be bringing exactly." I apologize.

"No, no hunny! Come on in both of you it's chilly outside!" Tiffs says, gesturing both me and Harry inside.

They have a big modern apparent in the city. With the cash Paul has flowing in they could pretty much afford anything they want.

Tiff leads us down the long hall and I am taken by surprise when Harry slips his hand into mine. I shouldn't be surprised, we've obviously done more than hold hands, but when you're with people who you consider your parents and he does something little, yet big like this, it makes it feel that bit more real and like there's already something between us worth fighting for. My stomach flutters when Harry squeezes my hand, as we walk into the warm living and dining room.

Paul who is sitting down in his squishy arm chair, with a glass of scotch in his hand immediately gets up off his chair to welcome us. As he spins around, his warm smile, turns to complete shock when he sees Harry.

"Laura certainly knows the good ones from the bad!" Tiff laughs at Paul's shocked expression. "I'll be in the kitchen finishing some things up."

"Do you need any help Tiff?" I offer, not wanting to be rude, yet hoping she doesn't because I don't want to leave Harry alone with Paul. They would get along yes, but I don't want to drag Harry along to this dinner and then leave him alone with Paul and next thing it's awkward between them.

"No, no, I'm just plating up darling, but thankyou!" She smiles and walks off.

"Hello beautiful!" Paul pulls me into a tight hug.

"Thanks for the invite Paul!" I say happily.

"Anytime!" He says stepping back to face Harry. "Harry Styles!" Paul says, shaking Harry's hand firmly.

"Paul!" Harry says as if he's known Paul all his life. Paul laughs lightly.

"I must say, out of all the people you could have brought along, I never expected Harry!" Paul exclaims.

"Yep, well, life has it ways of bringing people together, huh?" I laugh.

"I see..." Paul says giving Harry 'the eye'. Harry laughs nervously, while I mentally face palm.

"Can I get you two anything to drink?" Paul smiles.

"I'll just have whatever, I don't mind." I say, lightly.

"Champagne, wine, scotch, juice, soda, water?" Paul shakes his head at my easy answer.

"Champagne then!" I say throwing my hands up in the air.

"Harry?" Paul asks.

"Uhhh... I'll have what you're having." Harry smiles and points towards Paul's scotch.

"You got it kids, be right back!" He says, in a gay way, lol, and vanishes into the kitchen.

"Soooo...?"

"They're very lovely people." Harry says, following me towards the dining table.

"They really are, I probably should've warned them you were coming though." I laugh sitting down on a posh chair. The table is loaded with candles and it looks beautiful. They always go over board with these things.

"Mmm. They're probably gossiping about me as we speak." He says, actually looking nervous.

"Well aren't we doing the same about them?" I state.

"Didn't think about that."

"You don't think about a lot of things."

"Like what...? Like this?" He says, moving his face towards mine and pressing his soft lips to mine.

"Mmhmm..." I say, my eyes still closed and cheeks on fire from the small embrace.

I feel his lips on mine again and slightly part my lips. Our lips move against one another's in the most beautiful way. My tummy is exploding with butterflies. I move my hand up to his neck and pull him closer and pull away when I hear someone clear their throat.

"I'm going to get brain damage if I have to see that again kids." Paul says and we all laugh. I flush highly embarrassed at Paul waking in and seeing my neediness towards Harry.

"Anyways, here we are!" Paul sets our two drink in front of us.

"Thankyou!" Harry and I both say in sink.

"Foods ready everyone!" Tiff calls from the kitchen. I get up, I assume she'll need some help bringing out the food. As I walk out of the room, I hear Harry making some conversation between himself and Paul. Good.