Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

A Hot Temper

I was speechless as I sat there quietly on his lap. I didn't know how to answer, of course I wasn't his new girlfriend, I am James's girlfriend, but to the to the rest of the world and the press... I was. It's basically like acting in a movie or a play, I am playing the part of someone else on stage when I'm with One Direction, and when I exit the stage I am me. If only every one was aware of the fact that I'm faking it all.

James's face turned a light shade of pink as the time slowly passed by. His hands clenched firmly on the wood of the chair. He stared into my eyes intently making me feel uncomfortable. I squirmed awkwardly under his dark gaze.

"In theoretical terms I am.." I eventually answered trailing off. I looked down to avoid eye contact.

James's hands folded over stronger on my waist and abruptly pushed me off of him. I gasped surprisingly and scrambled clumsily on the floor. I stood up straight up and watched James as he shoved himself off of the chair. His sky blue eyes were now a cold dreary night, full of hate and sadness. He stared at me for a second before walking pass me and marching towards The Office room (where James studies and does work).

"James!" I yelled, taking no time to run after him. The sound of my voice didn't stop him though, he continued to walk hastily to the room. Even though I was behind him, I could still hear his heavy breathing coming out in short pauses. His back flexed in and out with every step he took. His knuckles were slowly turning white, the lack of circulation affecting him.

"James stop!" I yelled, but he still kept on walking in large strides.

"James, please!" I begged. I grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him back with all the strength I could muster. He spun around, and as soon as his stare met mine I could tell he was in no mood to talk. My eyes widened as I quickly took a step back.

We stood there for a few moments, just staring at eachother. I felt as if his anger was radiating off me, causing me to get more irritated by the second. Why was he so angry? He knows it's all a lie, and yet he continues to react as if I cheated on him with Harry Styles or something.

In a sudden motion James's nostrils flared and he turned towards the wall.

"Damn it Olivia!" He screamed, throwing his arm in the air and punching the wall with great force. The loud smack echoed, shaking the pictures that hung up along the same wall. I screeched and flew towards him. I grabbed his arm to stop him, but he quickly shoved my arm off of his and stood away from me. Even that tiny motion caused tears to brim in the corner of my eyes.

"James, I'm not going to do anything with him! I'm only doing this for the money, that's what it's really for!" I screamed, my anger, sadness, and unexpected bravery all forming into one huge ball inside me.

"Oh really, is that all that this is about Olivia? The money!" He yelled back.

I bet our neighbors are wondering who is causing such a riot. Usually our tiny apartment is filled with nice talking and silence, not shouting and loud crashes. This shows how much of an impact this one event has caused. God I hate Mr. Staftway. He's the one who put all this crap on me.

"Yes! James why won't you listen to me," I plea, stomping my foot against the sleek wooden floor.

His head turned, his gaze meeting mine once more. The frown that he wore was practically engraved onto his cheeks. He took a step towards me. Then another step. And another. My breath hitched within my throat as his hot lips grazed my ear. Usually James is a sweet and gentle person, but at this moment he was acting like a crazy jealous monster. And the demon inside him was frightening me.

"I am listening," He whispered, taking in a deep breath, "I'm just not believing the bull shit I'm hearing. And I don't think you are either," He growled his last sentence, making my thrumming heart jump up within my ribcage.

He slowly stepped back and was about to proceed into his room until I stopped him once more.

"But I hate him, James," I said quietly, my voice wavering with every strong word I spoke. My eyes never left his face as he stood there.

"Of course you do" He answered sarcastically with a fake smile. My arms began to shake at my sides, he was really starting to push my limits. And I hated the fact that he wasn't listening to me or believing his own girlfried. I thought we had built our relationship upon trust in these past few years we've been together, but maybe not. Maybe it's been a big fat lie all along.

Even though my whole body shook with anger, I still couldn't ignore the fact that my heart was breaking with every hurtful word he threw at me. I wanted to break down and cry right now. But I couldn't. I had to show him that this is my choice, and in the end he will know that this deal will help us and nothing will change. Well nothing will change too much.

He stood there in the doorway, smirking annoyingly at me. He turned around and was going to shut his door when my foot stopped it. His pissed off attitude returned all too quickly.

"What happened to my James?" I whispered, a tear accidently slipped out of my eye and slid down my cheek. I would've wiped it away, but what's the use.

James's hard expression suddenly changed, his frown softened and his scrunched eyebrows fell down, shadowing his eyes as he looked at the floor. He looked up and raised his thumb, slowly and carefully he swiped his finger across my cheek and wiped my tear away. I sniffled and smiled smally.

"He's still here, he'll just be gone until you've realized what dumb thing you've signed up for. And how it will "help" Harry, but hurt us," He said through gritted teeth. He looked me once more in the eyes before slamming the door in my face.

I stood there, frozen. I thought he was more accepting for a moment, and realized how bad I felt and showed some compassion towards me. And maybe he did, but he ruined it by one, making me feel even worse about myself, and two, terrifying me for what is to come between our relationship. He shot all these different insults at me in only two sentences. How could he do that?

Why does he hate Harry so much and this deal? Does he really not trust me? Does he even know me at all?

I leaned my back against the hallway wall, and slid down into a crouching position against it. I stared at the opposite plain wall for a few moments, just spacing out, clearing my mind. But then the knot in my stomach started to clench once more, and I felt the hot tears start to spill out of my eyelids. I cried and cried for who knows how long. My propped up knees getting more damp as my fallen tears showered over them. It was silent tears though. You know, those ones that fall out of your eyes freely and cause no pain? Ya, those ones.

But later on, the hurt part of my heart inside me started to kick in. And I sobbed loudly, my body heaving with every struggled breath I took. I viciously wiped my eyes with the back of my sleeve and fought to control my ragged breathing.

I've never felt this way before in a relationship. I haven't had a lot of boyfriends before because in highschool I stayed with James from Sophmore year to Senior year, so boys couldn't really hit on me or ask me out because I was already taken. And me and James never fight like this, usually they are innocent small fights but never big ones. So I can't deal with this.

"Ya," I breathed, agreeing with everything in the past hour or minutes I've been thinking about and grieving over. Agreeing over my choice today. Agreeing over everything. Because the word "Ya" can say so much or say so little.

In the end, at least I know someone will listen to me.