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eighty three

Writing sex scenes are so fun

After some bullshit interview, which consisted of the boys politely answering the interviewer's bullshit with even more bullshit and not even a hint of my voice, we were herded into the church. Harry kept his arms around my waist from behind, his chin rested on my forehead, as I followed Niall to our table.

Rachel had reserved the whole table for the band, so, unfortunately, I wouldn't be dining with Kim Kardashian tonight. Although, if I craned my neck to the left, I could catch a solid glimpse of her.

"Stop staring at Kim Kardashian." Harry hissed in my ear, his hot breath attacking my skin, as he pulled out my seat. "People are watching you, filming you."

"I'm not staring at Kim Kardashian." I snapped back as I sat down, admiring the fancy table centerpiece, which featured expensive, fresh-cut, light blue flowers in a glass vase.

"You are, Addison, you are." Harry assured as he sat down next to me, his arm swung around the back of my chair. "The last thing we need is an article saying: "Harry Styles' girlfriend has a lesbian crush on Kim Kardashian! She can't keep her eyes off Kim! Pictures on page 18!'"

"Maybe I should date Kim Kardashian." I frowned.

"She's married. And you're straight."

"That wasn't the point-" I stopped talking for a moment as James Corden walked by, patting Harry's shoulder before returning to his seat. "The point was, she'd treat me better than you."

"Nobody would treat you better than I do." He whisper-yelled at me, his green eyes replaced with bold, black eyes and his lips pulling into a deep-set frown.

"You wanna bet?"

"I mean, just take a look at your past relationship. I'm a major upgrade."

My jaw dropped. "Harry!"

"I'm not doing this with you tonight, Addison. I'm not." He shook his head, leaning away from me and back into his seat.

"You're making it seem like I'm the problem! All you seem to care about tonight is your image! It's making you...different. Since when did you care so much about what the paps think?"

He seemed disgusted by my accusation. "I don't fucking care what the paps think."

"Oh really?" I asked, obviously not believing him.

"You know what, Addison? I'm so sorry that Celia said I could get a new contract, a new album, and a tour based on the outcome of this single coming out tomorrow. God forbid I'm ever stressed and maybe don't want my fans to think I'm an absolute dickhead."

"Well, you are an absolute dickhead."

"That makes the two of us." He rolled his eyes.

"Shut up!" Liam growled from across the table.

"Fuck you." I grumbled at Harry under my breath as the lights began to dim.

"Be my guest." He bit back and I just rolled my eyes, turning my back to him so I could see the stage.

"Such an ass." I bit under my breath. 

It always seemed like we fought whenever we were in the public eye.

"Shut up." He surprised me by leaning forward and whispering sharply in my ear before leaning back in his seat.

I didn't realize he heard me. I just kept my mouth pursed shut, trying my hardest not to just slap him