Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

You should have seen your face

"Wait, what do you mean he forgave you?" Harry demanded, grabbing onto my arm as I bent down to retrieve my water bottle from the vending machine. It paused in mid air, as his grip held me firmly.

"Exactly as I said, James forgave me. Now let go of my arm," I instructed, twisting my wrist under his tense touch.

Me and Harry are now standing in the hallway of the stadium. I was trying to buy a water bottle when Harry came along and interrupted me in my calm state. I was having an easy morning until he ruined it with one sarcastic word. I don't know how we got to this part of the conversation, but I assume I blurted out that the fight was over just because of bragging rights. For some reason I want to rub in Harry's conceited face that I have a great boyfriend who although is challenging at times, is actually a very forgiving person. My insides smile just thinking about it.

"After all that? The screaming and yelling and protectiveness, it was all for nothing?" Harry seemed quite puzzled at the resolution but I have no clue why. Besides why does he care? The fight was between me and James anyways.

"Harry the protectiveness was because of you. And the screaming was because of you. It wasn't about me," That's a lie, "and I guess now since he's had a few days to cool off and he saw that you weren't that much of a threat.." I trail off and realize I am staring at the carpeted floor, refusing to meet his eyes. But eventually I look up and he is staring deeply at me, I feel as if his eyes could zap holes through my head. My breath fumbles within me.

"Umm," I clear my throat to straighten out my nervous, raspy voice, "why do you even care? It's no big deal. The truth is we got in a fight and now it's done. As easy as that." I say.

To be honest, I'm positive that James isn't as mad as he was before. But late at nights when we snuggle in bed he feels more distant. He doesn't speak as much, and I notice him staring off in the distance at something, as if his brain is completely wrapped in something else and he has no time to converse with me. When I confront him and ask what's wrong, he just shakes his head and tells me that everything is perfectly fine. But I know it isn't. So saying that the fight is over could be a big lie, but I won't admit that.

Harry's eyebrows scrunch together like he does when he is thinking about something. I stare at him for too long before he finally replies. Why was I staring for so long? Probably because I was waiting for the answer. Or because you were admiring his pretty face. My eyes widen a little as I convert my gaze to the vending machine.

"I just think that jerk doesn't deserve someone like you Olivia," As I bend down to grab the water bottle out of the slot I clumsily bang my head against the glass frame. The pain shoots throughout my skull as the bottle flies out of my hand and rolls along the fuzzy path of the hallway. All the while the only thing I can register is him saying that to me. What does he mean by that! He also called me Olivia for the first time. Oh my, my head is swiming with questions.

"Wait what?" I sputter, my mouth parts and my eyes widen as I stare at him completely in shock. He called me Olivia.

"I mean like he is so strict and professional all the time I guess. And he dresses as if he belongs with all the other tumblr boys," He chuckles roughly, "and his hair is always gelled. What is he, a 50 year old man?" Harry rolls his eyes and swifly picks up the bottle from the ground. My cheeks heat up with embarrassment, I really am a clutz.

"And he seems like a total stiff," Harry's lips press together tightly, as if he just fought through an entire lemon.

He pauses briefly and looks at me. For some reason I can't speak, I can only listen. Usually I have a witty come back or a reason to be mad at him, but right now I'm not mad. Surprisingly. I'm just....utterly baffled.