Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

You're mine

As soon as I could I sprinted out of that room before thinking twice about the decision I was making. I hope I made the right choice, in my head I know I did but in my heart...there was a different feeling. I feel as if out of this decision something will change but I don't know what, and it's really gnawing at my head.

I walked rapidly down the long hallway, convincing myself that I knew where I was going, even though I didn't. My arms were crossed, and my head hung low and bobbed with every step I took.

I heard footsteps close behind and picked up my pace. I knew who it was. I can't talk to that jerk right now. In the time span of me pretending to be his "girlfriend" I plan to stay as far away from him as possible, and only talk to him when I HAVE to. He's already made a bad impression in my head, so mine as well not spoil it even worse.

"Hey," I heard a raspy voice rumble behind me. But I kept walking, or more like jogging. Don't look back, I repeated to myself.

Suddenly I felt two big fingers squeezing my side viciously. I squealed out of shock, and abruptly stopped. I turned around and scowled at a smug looking Harry.

"Don't touch me." I threatened, poking my finger into his surprisingly tone chest, which didn't flatter me one bit. A lot of guy's have fit chests.

My head inched closer to his, and quickly spun around. The frown was still present on my face as I walked further through the hall. Behind me I could hear multiple deep voices, all of which I presume belonged to the bodyguards.

"Or what? After all you are my girlfriend now," He said smoothly, not in anyway affected by my irritated manner.

He got closer to me, an easily slid his arm around my waist and pulled me to his side. I was somewhat frozen as we continued to walk, does he really think he can do this! I know I have a contract, but this is all for the press, not for our personal lives.

I gained back some sense and pulled his arm off of my waist, rolling my eyes in disgust. He chuckled beside me, making my blood flame within my skin.

"Relax babe, I was just joking" He put his arms up in defense.

"Look, don't 'babe' me. I know we have a contract signed in there," I paused and pointed to the glass door behind us now. Harry glanced behind him and raised an eyebrow.

"But out here, I am NOT your girlfriend, I am not even your friend, just your background dancer alright?" I clarified. We had now stopped walking again, I scoped out my surroundings and noticed we were in the hallway of the stadium, and if you continued to walk straight then you would find the door to the practice room. How did we get here?

"Correction, out there with all the paparazzi and cameras you are my girlfriend, in that room you are my girlfriend, and basically the only place you are safe is in stadiums and with your little boyfriend Jimmy-"

"James" I grumbled, irritated that he referred to him as my "little" boyfriend. The nerve this guy has drives me crazy.

"Whatever," He went on. "But behind closed doors you are free, but out there," He paused and stepped closer to my body. I stood my ground though, I'm not afraid of him.

I felt his cool breath fan over me as he looked me in the eyes. His green orbs shining brighter than ever.

"You are mine," My breath caught in my throat. Why did I sign that stupid contract?

I don't know if it was the fact that he claimed me to be 'his' through this, or the way he said it to me, but I know what I felt. Something pulled at my stomach and ached in my beating heart. Blood ran strongly through my veins. Feelings that have never occurred when I was with Harry or even thought about him. But I know one thing.. I don't like it.

"Talk to you later Olive," He pinched my chin sharply and smirked before strutting off down the hall, probably to catch up with the boys. All at once those feelings vanished and anger was replaced once more.

"It's Olivia! If you are gonna be my fake boyfriend then at least remember my name you dick!" I yell, sitting in my hip and placing both of my hands on the protruding bones.

"Nah, Olivia is too long, I'll stick with Olive. Besides the more it irritates you the more satisfaction I get so it's a win win!" He yelled back, even from a mile away I could tell that he winked at me. I wish I could physically grab that wink and throw it in his stupid face.

I rolled my eyes and stomped my foot like a child before storming to the practice room. Harry was going the opposite direction to who knows where, but I was thankful, now I am not forced to look at him smirking at me when practicing for the next show.

I heard a faint chuckle which I chose to ignore and continued on down the somewhat vacant hallway. Now all I have to do is continue on with my work, tell Jackelyn and James about this... deal and try to act cool about it. Act as if this will be a piece of cake.

Oh boy...