Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

Unexpected Meet Ups

I run into the warmth of my own home and slam the door shut. I don't know how I ended up here, I just ran, ran anywhere my legs would take me. Apparently they were calling for my tiny apartment.

I'm so confused, what just happened? One minute I was mad at Harry, wishing for him to stay as far away from me as possible, and then the next thing I know I'm leaning into his embrace and puckering my lips for a kiss. What the hell was that!? Was it the cameras that were throwing me off? Maybe in the heat of the moment, I felt as if I was really "playing the part" for the press. Even though it wasn't even the real paparazzi.

But in my heart I know that isn't it. Something just came over me, and I don't know how to explain it. Maybe my longing for James has caused my body to act out rationally? Yes that has to be it, I must have thought he was James!

But why is my heart still beating rapidly when I think of what just happened?

I shake my head, trying to get rid of all the previous thoughts, and events that occurred recently. I need to get a drink of water.

I drag my body into the brightly lit kitchen. Even though it's a dreary day today, the light still shines through the kitchen window brilliantly. Almost as if the lights of heaven are spilling out over my table in a stunning way.

It ceases my frazzled mood a little bit but not enough. I open the fridge door and bend down to grab a water bottle. As I move I feel as if Harry's strong hands have caused imprints to form on my waist. It's like they are still placed there. I touch my hip bone gently, my hand gliding over the protruding bone. Then I imagine Harry's large hand being there, never letting me go. I wonder what it would be like to dance with him? His muscled physique guiding you around the dance floor, dipping you ever so smoothly. He'd hold onto your waist once more and lift you up in the air. He'd spin you around and you'd feel like the happiest girl on the earth.

Before I know what I am doing, I close my eyes and hum along to a random beat, holding onto my waist and swaying my hips from side to side.

One thing, be careful when you are around Harry. I know he's hot and all, very, but don't let that get to you.

Jackie's voice rings through my head, echoing over and over again. What am I doing!? Oh god what is happening to me? Harry must have some kind of trick that puts girls under his spell. Well that won't work on me... again. I know he's gorgeous, and dreamy but I can't forget the main facts. One, I hate Harry because of what he's done to Poppy. Two, he's a bad boy, he doesn't care about anyone but himself and doesn't listen to anyone. Three, I have a boyfriend who I love. And four, he is only doing this stuff to get under my skin, use me, and then throw me away like every other girl he's been with. I can see right through him. As long as I know when he is fooling with me then I'll be fine.

I tear my hands away from my sides and tug my loose hair behind my ear. Now my nerves are all over the place, and I feel ashamed for thinking such thoughts.

Tearing my attention away from myself, I hear a light knock at the door. Confused, I peek my head around the corner of the wall.

"Who is it?" I yell. I sprint to the bathroom, checking my even more messed up bun now, and splash some water on my face. I need to calm down and wake up.

"It's Harry," A deep voice vibrates from outside. I freeze and let the water drip down my face. Holy god, what is he doing here? I never told him to run after me.

"Now isn't a good time," I yell back somewhat obnoxiously. This can't be happening. How does he even know where I live?

"Obviously. You just ran out of your work for no apparent reason you idiot," He says. I can tell he was upset but I don't know why.