Fired By Styles

Paps

"Harry look here!"

"Millie, over here!"

"Hey lovebirds, gimme a smile!"

"The two of you, how about a kiss?"

After a round of deep introduction of ourselves, Harry and I were ready to show ourselves to the public. Fingers interwined, we strolled out of the 02 Arena where flashing cameras awaited us.

Boy, Harry's hand was as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom. Which, of course, totally made me forget about those painful, blinding lights flashing non-stop into my eyes.

I made a mental note to borrow his mosturizer when once I had a chance.

"Millie babe, your eyes okay?" Harry asked, probably noticing how hard I was trying not to squint. ( Why can't I squint? To give the paps a good picture, duh.)

Wow. Harry was GOOD at noticing things. How sweet. And that word, 'babe', the way Harry says it, never fails to make my stomach churn.

"Not really."

Hearing that, Harry draped the coat he was holding over my head, instructing me to "look down".

With that, Harry slipped his soft hand into mine, and gave my hand a comforting squeeze.

When we reached the car, Harry opened the car door, ushering me in whilst holding my hand.

Boy, he really knows how to treat a girl like a princess, doesn't he? Swoon!

Still holding on tightly to my hand, Harry came into the car as well, sitting himself down next to me.

Unfortunately, the adrenaline I had inside of me disappeared suddenly, as Harry let go of my hand to close the car door.

This wasn't an easy task, considering how many paps were holding the door open, trying to get more pictures of the new couple.

When Harry finally managed to close the door with all that strength, he fell backwards, and crashed right onto yours truly.

"Ow! Hey, you're tickling me! Get off! Ahhhh hahhaha stop! You're tickling me!!" I giggled profusely.

(It was a wonder, really, to still be able to speak when the Harry Styles was lying down right on top of me)

"Ooooo looks like someone's ticklish, eh?" Harry teased, getting off me, and started poking my sides.

How did he know I was ticklish there???

"Ahhhh!!! Harry st-stop! Please!! Ahhhhhh!!" I screamed, wriggling about uncontrollably.

It wasn't until Joyless shouted at us (she was in the car??? Since when??) to stop behaving like little kids that Harry stopped tickling me.

Feeling relieved and triumphant, I stuck my tongue out at Harry.

Doing the same, Harry took my hand and held it with that strong, comforting grip once again.

"But-" I started, pulling my hand away from his.

It just didn't seem right, still holding Harry's hand when we were alone. We were, after all, only fake dating.

Anyways, I didn't want to freak Harry out by acting like I thought we were actually a real couple.

What really made me scratch my head was to why he was the one who initiated the 'hand holding while we were alone'.

"Keep it there, pictures are still being taken." Harry instructed, tightening his grip on my hand, indicating the flashing cameras outside.

Oh.Right.

I felt so silly for thinking that Harry actually really liked me. Why would he fall for someone like me, anyways? I didn't have that much of a figure, and let's just say I wasn't as flawless as Harry's exes, so Harry falling for me was unlikely to happen.

Really unlikely.

Right?

A/N:

Hey!! To every single one of you reading this story, I thank you for your support from the bottom of my heart. It really means a lot. If you like my story, do mr the favour and get more of your friends to read this fanfic, will ya? It would be nice to see what you guys think of this story, so please, feel free to comment about whatever you want. Thank you so so much. xxxx