Fired By Styles

The Kiss That Changed Everything

And he slowly planted his lips on mine, hands sliding down my back to wrap around my waist.

Harry then gently pushed my lips open with his, as I stood there, lost in the kiss.

Wow. He was a really good kisser.

And Harry continued kissing me, the cameras continued flashing, and - he stopped.

Harry just suddenly stopped kissing me. He hastily removed his hands from my waist and walked briskly away from me, and into his house, me following closely behind.

What. The hell. Just happened.

Why did Harry stop kissing me so suddenly? If he wanted to stop, couldn't he do it slowly?

He removed his lips from mine as if he suddenly realised I had some contagious disease that could be passed by kissing or something.

He almost seemed afraid...

But of what?

When we stepped into Harry's house, we were met with the dark and gloomy clou- oh wait, sorry, I meant face of Joyless, her arms crossed against her chest.

Uh oh. This was not a good sign.

Wait.

Since when was Joyless ever a good sign???

"Care to explain?" Joyless demanded, holding up a picture of Harry turning away from me, with a shocked look on his face.

Wasn't that what just happened outside? How did Joyless get a picture of it so fast?

Man, news travels FAST.

"Explain what?" Harry retorted nonchalantly.

"Don't act like you don't know, Harry Styles. What's with the shocked face?? People are gonna think you're unhappy with Millie, you know."

"Isn't that what you want? More publicity? If people think I'm upset with Millie, they won't stop talking about it, so isn't that enough publicity for awhile?" Harry argued.

Whew. For a moment there I actually thought whatever Joyless said, about Harry being unhappy with me, was right.

Seems like Joyless was wrong.

Shame on you, Millie. Shame on you.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that Styles. I want you to do what I ask you to do. Don't act like you're so clever and do your own thing. I'm in charge of you, so you need to do whatever I tell you to do, no adding in any of your stupid little tricks."

"Oh please, I bet you're just jealous I thought of something so smart that you didn't."

And as usual, Harry took the words right out of my mouth.

Joyless's face turned a bright shade of red, whether she was angry or embarassed, I didn't know.

Joyless choked.

"Excuse me? What did you just say? Harry Styles, I dare you to repeat what you just said."

"Oh my Joy, seems like you're becoming a little deaf, eh? Why don't you go see a doctor? Or dig out all the ear wax you have in those disgusting ears of yours that's been there since, what, eighty years ago???"Harry spat, voice full of sarcasm.

What was wrong with Harry? Why was he being so rude? He'd never been like this before, even when he was angry, he would never speak to someone, especially someone with the power to end his career, so rudely.

As much as Joyless deserved it, I think Harry went a bit too far this time.

Joyless sucked in a sharp breath, and in a flash brought a skinny hand of hers up and smacked it, full force, onto Harry's cheek.

He remained expressionless.

He didn't look angry.

He didn't look shocked, like he had seen the slap coming.

He didn't look scared.

He didn't look sad.

He just stood there, staring straight at Joyless, those big green eyes of his full of...

Nothing.

Without a word, Harry stormed off to his room, and before I could even go after him, he said, with absolutely no emotion, "Get the fuck away, Millie."

Okay.

So he was angry with me, too, then.

There was something going on.

And I planned to find it out.