30 Reasons I Hate Being Famous (Larry Stylinson) (BoyxBoy)

Reason #10

Reason #10 I Hate Being Famous: There Is No Freedom

Harry's P.O.V

"Hey Mya. Are you ready to go?" I ask her, standing at the door of her apartment. 

"You bet. Let's go." She tells me, grabbing her purse and following me outside. I lead her to the cab and open the door for her before getting in the other side. I told the cab driver the address to a popular restaurant so we would get noticed. I really want the paparazzi to think that Mya and I are dating. I need her to think it too.

"Here we are. That'll be $20 please." The cabbie tells me. I pay him and we get out. I lead her inside, holding her hand. I notice some people already looking at us and I smile to myself.

"Hi. Any reservations?" The hostess asks.

"Yes. A reservation for two for Harry Styles." I tell the woman and she nods, leading us to a fairly open table, just as I asked for. We sit down and a waiter comes around, asking us for our drink order.

"I'd love a-" Mya starts but I interrupt her.

"A bottle of champagne and two glasses please." I tell the man and he looks at me, nodding. I look back at Mya, smiling. She looks at me, eyebrows raised.

"Champagne?" She asks.

"Yes. I thought I'd treat us." I tell her, touching her hand. She smiles and I take a quick look around. I notice one girl with her phone out and I smile again. The plan is working.

"Here is your champagne sir." The waiter says, pouring each of us a glass. We tell him our order and he leaves.

"Actually there is a reason I ordered champagne." I say honestly, putting my plan into motion.

"Oh? And what is it?" She asks, taking a sip from her glass.

"I wanted to ask you if you'd be my girlfriend." I tell her.

"Oh my god really?!" She says quietly, surprise covering her expression.

"Yes! I know it's really soon and we haven't even kissed but I like you. Plus I also wanted to bring you to this huge management party on Saturday." I tell her.

"Yes. I'd love to be your girlfriend!" She says kind of loudly, hopping up to hug me. I hug her back and I hear a few people clapping a little bit. 

"I haven't had a girlfriend in a while." I confess to her. She laughs before placing her hand on mine. 

"That's alright. I can show you the ropes." She winks and I actually blush. Oh god, what if she wants to have sex with me? I think, slightly horrified.

"Well thanks." I tell her, not meaning a word of it. We eat our meals and I pay before we take a cab to a dance club. The same one where I met her. 

"Hey! This is where we were last night, right?" She says over the loud music and I nod, leading her to the bar. We get a couple of drinks and I down mine, needing a slight buzz to get through the rest of this date. Mya finishes her drink and drags me onto the dance floor as a loud techno song blares through the speakers. She starts to dance, looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. I shudder slightly before dancing along with her. Mya starts to grind against me, her ass rubbing against my crotch. I move away slightly, hoping she won't notice that I don't want her to touch me. But she moves closer, grinding against me again. I just go with it, even though my mind is screaming at me to run away.

Even though my mind and heart knew it was wrong, my body didn't as I could feel myself enjoying her perky ass on me. I started to dance with her, ignoring my conscience. I put my hands on her hips, swaying to the music. She turned around, my hands bringing her closer to me. Mya slipped her hands around my neck, bringing me down to her. I feel her hands slide into my hair, tugging the curls. I felt myself become even more aroused, wondering how she knew that I like when my hair is pulled. She gets up onto her tiptoes, bringing her face closer to mine. I hesitate a moment before kissing her. Her lips open instantly, letting me slip my tongue into her mouth. I felt dirty as I kept kissing her, feeling hot as my jeans got a little tighter. When I pulled away I tasted her lipstick on my tongue.

"Wanna head to my place?" She asks, looking at me expectantly. 

"Sure." I say timidly, unsure whether this is a good idea. But hey, if I need to, I can back out. Her hand grabs mine and pulls me away from the dancing people. She throws a $20 on to the bar counter and we leave. Mya hails a cab and we hop in. She quickly tells the cab her address and we get there in what feels like no time. Before I know it we're in her apartment, jackets coming off and shoes being thrown right at her door. It's like someone else is controlling my body as I follow her to her bedroom.

"Come here." She says, patting the spot on the bed beside her.

"I'm coming." I tell her as she runs her hand through her caramel blonde hair, ruffling it a bit. I look at her, hoping the fans will buy that I "like" this beautiful girl. Sure, she's somewhat fake, but what 20-something isn't. Her appearance is neither too stunning but not hidden. It's almost perfect how much people are going to enjoy her as my girlfriend.

"Well? Come on baby, the night doesn't last forever." Mya whines, and I make my way towards her. She leans back on the bed, letting me straddle her waist. I lean down and kiss her, our lips moving in sync as her hands start to lift my shirt. I break away from her to let her pull off my shirt, her manicured hands throwing my shirt somewhere in the room.

"Help me unzip my dress." She says, turning to lay on her stomach. I slowly pull down the zipper, letting my other hand sensually rub along her back. I feel goosebumps under my fingertips, smiling to myself. She pulls off the dress along with my help and I throw it where my shirt is. She turns back around, pulling me down on top of her. Our bodies are flush against each other as she kisses me, running her hands along my back. She pulls at my hair and I moan slightly. I feel her smile against my lips as I start to grind against her, my body moving on it's own. She puts her hands at my waist, starting to unbutton my jeans. She pushes them down my legs before I kick them off. I continue grinding against her, my quite cock hard at this point. I feel her hand pressing against my boxers and I stiffen slightly. It feels odd knowing that it's a woman who's giving me pleasure but I ignore that thought.

She puts her hands on my boxer waistline, and starts to push them down. Suddenly the trance she had over me is gone and I pull away from her. I get off the bed, hearing her mumbling behind me. I pull on my shirt and jeans when I feel her hand on my arm.

"Harry, what the hell is going on?" She says, keeping her hand where it is. I shake my head.

"I need to go." I say quickly before trying to walk away. Her red nails dig into my arm and I whip my head around.

"Ow what the hell Mya!?" I exclaim, ripping my arm away. I take a few steps away from her. Their are lines in my arm where her nails were.

"I'm sorry Harry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She says, but I can't tell if she means it.

"It's fine." I turn around and see some pens and paper on her counter. I write down my number and turn back around, handing it to her. "Here's my number okay? Call me tomorrow."

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