Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 19: Seventeen...again

Kylie's P.O.V.

"KYLIE, HALEY? CAN YOU GUYS HURRY UP?!" We heard Liam scream from downstairs.

I looked over at Haley, who was still blowdrying her hair. Louis and I had driven over to her house to appologize and made up. Now, we were getting ready to go out to dinner and a movie. Because of all the new relationships in this house, it was sure that there would be papparazi everywhere when we got out, so the boys told us to dress up. Kinda.

Haley wore high-waisted light-washed Urban Outfitters jean shorts, a cute black see-through blouse from Forever 21, and combat boots. She totally looked rad, like one of those 'hipsters' you see on tumblr. 

While I, on the other hand, was still in my towel, with wet hair up in a messy bun. I tousled clothes everywhere around the room, trying to find the right outfit. Haley must have seen me, because she made her way out of the bathroom and into my room. She picked up a top. "How about this?" She held it up to me. It was a black lace see-through tank-top. I checked the tag. Chanel. Perfect.

I then picked up a pair of True Religion skinny light-washed jeans. I pulled them on, and the tanktop. It fell perfectly right at my waist, showing a little bit of skin between the tank top and my jeans. The jeans made my butt look nice and round. A good advantage. 

My white bra showed through the tanktop, but it looked decent. Not slutty, but just perfect. I slipped on my white Lady Corset Louboutin high heels, and did a quick check in the mirror. 

"Shit. I still have to do my hair!" I screeched. 

We heard a knock on the door. "Hey it's Niall, can I come--"

I interrupted him. "NO, YOU IRISH PERVERT! WE'RE STILL GETTING READY!" 

"Oh. Okay!" I heard him laugh on the other side of the room. Haley and I looked at each other and giggled. 

After blowdrying my hair, I straightened it and curled the ends, so it'd be wavy and cute. It looked perfect and fit my long her beautifully. I then applied my makeup, some nude eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and nude lipstick and lipgloss, and we were on our way out. 

'Wow's and 'Oh my god's were all we heard as we arrived downstairs. Harry came up to me, and hugged me. His arms wrapped around the small on my back, sending shivers up and down my spine. 

"You look absolutely stunning, love." He whispered in my ear. I pulled away, and kissed him. Seconds later, we were in the car, on our way to Olive Garden. When we parked in the backlot, men with cameras were everywhere.

How did papparazi already know we were coming here? Man, they work fast. Harry was the first one to get out of the car, and he opened the door for me. The men and their cameras were running to us now. 

Flashes blinded me as I got out of the van. 

"Kylie, you look beautiful! Can you tell us who or what you're wearing?!"

"Kylie, what do you love about Harry?!"

"Are you dating Harry for the publicity?"

"Did you buy your way into this relationship?"

"Haley?! Did you write that hate tweet to Kylie?!"

Harry had enough. "LOOK! JUST TO BE CLEAR, I LOVE KYLIE MORE THAN ANYTHING. I THINK SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL I HAVE EVER MET IN MY LIFE, AND SHE'S PERFECT FOR ME. SHE'S DATING ME BECAUSE HER FEELINGS ARE MUTUAL, NOT FOR THE PUBLICITY." He yelled. I heard myself giggle, and then I turned red. 

Before heading through the back door of the restaurant, there was one last person with a camera. Except it was a woman. "Hello, Kylie Thompson?"

"Yes, that's me!" I yelped.

"Hi, I'm Seventeen's editor in chief's assistant. I'd really like you to swing by, maybe do a shoot for us? Hopefully for a front cover!" She exclaimed.

My heart started beating out of my chest. SEVENTEEN?! That's my favorite magazine, like ever! It's the only thing I read when I'm not busy. 

"Would you mind giving me your number so I can give you a call to schedule?"

Before I could say anything, Harry's fingers intertwined with mine. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. The crowd of people and fans and papparazi went wild when he smiled in my ear. 

He chuckled, but then said, "Don't give it to her. She might be lying." But I think he said that too loud because she looked through her purse and got out a plastic card, holding it up to us. 

It was an ID. She worked for Seventeen Magazine, editor in chief's assistant, Anna Balmer. 

"Well Anna, this may be your lucky day! Your magazine would be lucky to have this beautiful girl on your magazine!" Harry said, in an appoligetic tone. 

We giggled, and I then gave her my number.

....You only live once, right?