Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

Mirrors

My eyes well up as the cold breeze blows past my face in a heavy swirl. I hurry along the crowded streets of London, swerving and turning through groups of people. Some give me disgusted looks as I push past them but I don't care, if I don't hurry then I will be late for work, and I hate being late.

Last night I didn't get any sleep because of me and James's fight, which is still going on by the way. After my breakdown I attempted to talk to him but he ignored my voice as I spoke through the door. Later on I was watching TV and fell asleep without noticing it, and I woke up in the morning discombobulated and hustling out the door. Usually, whenever I fall asleep on the couch James registers it and carries me to the bed in our room. I always wake up to the sound of him taking a shower in the morning which tells me I should be getting ready to. Since none of those things happened last night, it caused me to throw on random clothes and put my messed up hair in a sloppy bun and literally run out the door. Now look where I am, hungry and rushing to work.

My heart still aches too from the lack of communication between me and my boyfriend. I love him, and I want all of him, only him. Why can't he get that?

I finally reach the familiar large building and jog inside. The warmth immediately engulfs my frozen over body in a friendly hug.

I sigh in relief that I'm not late and walk down the hallway to the practice room. I yawn loudly and stretch my arms wide above my head before I open the heavy wooden door to the room. Man, I'm already exhausted and I haven't even started dancing yet. How will I make it through today?

I see Jackie's tall frame huddled over near the wall. She is taking a sip of her water before placing it on the ground. I don't have enough energy today to scare her so I decide on a subtle approach for once.

"Hey Jackie Bear," I muttered, my bag falling off of my shoulder and landing roughly on the ground next to hers. Whatever.

"Woah look at you. Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" She chuckles, a light feathery tune falling from her lips.

Even though her smile and happiness was encouraging it still doesn't make me feel any better.

"More like on no side of the bed," I grumble, falling onto my knees and sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor.

My head hangs forward and my back hunches as I look at the dusty floor in front of me.

"What do you mean?" Her voice changes from cheerful to caring in a heart beat.

She bends down and sits next to me on the ground. I can tell she is looking directly into my eyes but I won't look back. I just can't stop staring at the oh so not fascinating floor.

I take in a deep breath and start out my sentence nice and slow.

"Me and James got in a fight. A big one," I speak firmly but soft at the same tine. I don't feel like talking about this. If I go into too much detail than I'm pretty sure I won't be able to keep it in, and start crying right here. And I have to keep it professional at this job, especially now since I'm Harry's new "girlfriend". Or more like a fame towel, using me just for his own success and then throwing me in the hamper afterwards. Perfect.

"Wait, about the whole Harry-"

"Come on ladies lets go!" Our choreographer named Daniel intrudes, ushering for all the girls to get up and start warming up. I groan and stand on my feet. I help a confused Jackie up also, lifting her to her feet.

"But was it about the Harry thing?" She whispers to me as we reach the floor.

I just nodd in response and look forward. I stare at my reflection in the large mirror plastered in front of us. I looked tired, powerless, and sad. It makes me feel even worse looking at myself. I don't know why I'm so sad about this, I did nothing wrong. It's my life, so that means it's my decision to make. But somehow I feel like a poisonous spiderweb was just brewed up in front of me, and I walked right into it.