Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 23

WHOO. Chapter 23, holy beejesuz c; If we're being honest, I really didn't plan on the fake dating Niall xD It just came to me while I was drinking a smoothie... o_O Whale, enjoy<3

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Chapter 23 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            I can’t fucking do this.

            Those were the only words rolling through my head the entire dinner. With Valerie being fucking adorable (go figure) playing footsies, I hardly even thought about her fake dating Niall. I love my best mate and all, but Valerie is downright flawless and lovable. What if he actually starts liking her that way and steals her from me? It’s practically the perfect opportunity. With Valerie’s extreme fangirl senses, I doubt she’d think twice about leaving me for Niall Horan. As much as I hate to admit it, I think she’d leave me for any of the boys, if she was asked.

            Dinner was difficult, especially since I couldn’t sit by Valerie and secure her under my arm. I couldn’t wrap my arms around her waist, kiss her, or even peck her damn cheek. I couldn’t hold her hand, drape my arm around her, or even wink at her. I had to act like she meant absolutely nothing to me.

            Fuck.

            After paying, the lads and Valerie stood to leave. Seeing paparazzi was still outside, I snagged Niall to the side away from the group.

            “What’s wrong, lad?” he asked, his blue eyes deep in concern.

            I pursed my lips, then raked a hand through my hair. “Don’t… Don’t kiss her, all right?” I murmured, feeling slightly embarrassed that I was even telling him this.

            Niall smirked. “We’re not actually dating, Harry. Besides, you know I’d never steal your girl. Especially since you’re head over heels for this one.”

            I managed a weak smile. “Thanks, mate.”

            Niall smiled back. His smile gradually faded. “Just… don’t murder me for putting my arm around her waist when we leave, yeah?”

            I laughed. “I won’t, as long as it’s just acting,” I said, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

            Niall rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s acting, Harry. Besides, she still has her heart set on me marrying Demi Lovato.”

            I chuckled at this, stealing a glimpse at the beautiful girl chatting with Eleanor. Niall patted me on the back and gave me a small smile, as if trying to assure me everything was okay. It wasn’t okay. I don’t care what people think about Valerie. I like her… I like her a lot, and I want to show her off and make all those perverted bastards envy me for scoring such a perfect lady. I want to protect her and hold her hand out in front of everyone, not hide behind doors and act like we hardly even know each other. I just want to be with her. Period.

            A frown quickly made its way to my lips when Niall whispered to Valerie, then snaked his arm around her waist. I know he was just telling her it was all for the cameras, but my heart nearly sank to my feet at the sight. I didn’t like Valerie in someone else’s arms, even if he was my best mate.

            I wanted her to be with me, dammit.

            Zayn patted my back, much like Niall did as he faintly smiled at me. I rolled my eyes at his concern, although I managed a smile back as I heaved a hand through my hair. Acting as if Valerie leaning into Niall didn’t bother me, I started trailing behind them out the doors of the restaurant.