Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

Don't Freak Out

"You're doing what!?" Jackelyn yelled over the other line of the phone. I reacted and pulled the phone away from my ear. Thanks for blowing my eardrums out, Jackie.

I was now sitting at home alone, anxiously waiting for James to arrive from college. You see, when we graduated from high school I decided that the dream I wanted to persue was dancing, so I set off and tried to find a job relating to it. College was overrated in my mind, I would much rather be improving on my shasays and turns than sitting in a classroom filled with over a hundred people talking about literature, that's just not me. But that was what James wanted to do, so now he is majoring in college to become a history teacher. I just don't get how history is exciting to him, but in his world it is, and I respect him for that.

Anyways, we decided that we didn't want to leave eachother and live in different countries or even cities, so we thought it would be a great idea to buy an apartment of our own so we would see eachother every day. James attends community college while I am a background dancer in 1D. It is difficult sometimes considering that I have to travel the world with the band, but when James can take breaks from school he comes with me on the road. But if he can't then I call him every night to see how he's doing and hear his sweet voice. We are in a committed relationship and I love it.

We are living in London right now in a place called Holmes Chapel. Yes, I know it's a coincidence that Harry use to live here too but I don't plan on any surprise visits coming from him, so I'm not too worried about staying here. Besides even in Holmes Chapel he could live way farther away from our tiny apartment. I'm hoping that's the truth too.

"Calm down, it's only for a little while and I'm getting paid double, Jackie! Double! Do you know how much that could help me?" I said. Even though I sounded confident, inside I was just as shocked and nervous as she was for what I signed up for only hours ago. Nervously I bit my lip, staring out of the window blankly.

"Yeah that's true... but what about James? Have you told him yet?" She asked, concern was laced through her soft spoken words.

"No, I'm waiting for him to arrive home from college now. He should be here any minute," I stopped and took in a shaky breath. Now, my right knee began to bounce up and down nervously on the tile floor. The pitter- patter echoed throughout the small house.

"To be honest, I'm actually quite scared to tell him about it. He does tend to have a hot temper, so I don't know how he will react," I spoke truthfully.

On the other line there was silence, dead silence. I waited for a few seconds but nothing came.

"Jackie, you there?" I asked, worried now. Still no answer. I was about to hang up the phone when I finally heard a small intake of breath on the other line.

"It'll be fine Olivia, don't stress too much about it," She answered smally.

"Yeah, it's just he'll be here any moment and the more the time passes the more stress builds on me,"

"Don't worry." And there was that long pause again. I was now turning curious rather than worried. Why was she acting so distant all of a sudden? Did I say something? Was she ashamed in me? I don't know, but I can figure that out tomorrow. Right now the only thing I should focus on is telling James.

"Yeah, well I should probably go sense James will be-"

"Olivia, can I warn you about one thing b-before you go?" She stuttered, interrupting my 'goodbye' to her altogether.

"Sure, of course."

"One thing, be careful when you are around Harry. I've heard a lot of things about him and not great ones at that. I know he's hot and all, very, but don't let that get to you."