Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

Even Sophisticated Guys Have Secrets

James was whistling to an unknown tune as he walked in. He didn't seem mad anymore, but actually...happy. That's strange.

Me and Harry stayed quiet, just watching him and waiting for him to recognize our presence. I looked up at Harry and noticed how close my chest was to his. Blushing I took a wide step back. Why do I always blush around him?

James looked up from his phone and stopped dead in his tracks. The whistling receeded, so the only sound heard was my heavy breathing. Wow, we don't look suspicious or anything.

"Hey baby, what are you doing home so early?" I asked shakily, giving him a put on smile. I felt like any moment my heart would burst. I sure hope Harry doesn't purposely spill the beans and confess our many 'too close for comfort' moments we shared today. Things would start to get pretty messy if that happened.

"I could say the same to you," He answered. Slowly, he placed his backpack on the couch and eyed me and Harry skeptically. He clicked his tongue once before crossing his arms and squinting his crystal blue eyes.

"So what's going on here? Am I interrupting something? I'm sorry if I'm being a bother."

James now walked around the couch and stood directly in front of Harry. He was about an inch shorter than him, but on the plus side he was buffer, so they both had their advantages.

"Chill out man we weren't doing anything. I just came here to talk to her,"

My mouth dropped open as I stared at Harry. I was very amazed and thankful that Harry hadn't admitted the truth. I thought for sure he would rat me out just so he could see the fight that would play out in front of him. Everything in my body sighed, letting out a whole bundle of stress. Thank you Harry.

"How do you know where she lives? What do you like stalk her you creep?" Oh god. Don't make Harry angry James, I mentally repeated to myself.

James's nostrils flared, like a fire-breathing dragon prepared to kill the hero of the story. In this case, I have no idea who my hero is.

"Yeah, you know because I look up hot girls on the internet all the time and track them down being the psycho I am," He snapped, stepping closer to James. My breath caught in my throat, I can't handle this. 

James looked up at him with no emotion in his eyes. He is courageous, and I have learned that the hard way. Whenever he got in fights during football games or basketball games he was never the first one to back down, and I was always there cringing in the background for my careless boyfriend.

"So you think my girlfriend is hot huh?" James breathed, his fists clenched at his sides like they did the other night.

"Ok that's enough," I stepped in between Harry and James's bodies. My chest was pressed against James and my back was glued to Harry. Damn, this really shows how close they were to eachother. I'm surprised no one has been socked in the face yet.

"Harry, I think you should go, I will talk to you tomorrow," I said. My voice instructive and stern.

Both of the boys stood silently and just glared into eachother's eyes. I could feel each of their breathing, and I have to admit it was like we were all one. We were all linked together as one separate human being. It was very nice but extremely awkward at the same time.

"Ok fine, I'll go." Harry stalked to the door, his shoulders hunched even more than regular. His pointed boots clicked against the floor, like the general of an army's would.

"But don't talk to him for too long, you don't want to catch a disease," James hissed. He put his arm around my neck and practically shoved my face into his chest. I feel more like a rag doll rather than his girlfriend. At this moment I know James is just rubbing in Harry's face that I'm his and I don't like it. You can't just parade me around for your own satisfaction. I rolled my eyes but still wrapped my arms around his torso anyways.