Switching Roles ll Harry Styles

chapter six

At the movie theater, a bunch of people stop Harry and I for autographs and pictures, but pretty soon, most people loose interest. We live here, or I do, so most people respect our privacy. The don't tweet until after we leave, so we don't get mobbed as much as we used to. I still get mobbed at least once a week. I don't mind getting mobbed as long as the people aren't violent. Some times I can actually get people to get in a line and get to everyone. I notice a few paparazzi trying to blend, and I pretend not to see them.

"Two tickets for Slasher Mania: The Bloody Ball Part 1," Harry says to the ticket lady. I slap his arm, and he laughs. "You said I could pick."

"Yeah, but not this," I say, trying to hold back my anger. Harry knows I hate scary movies with a passion.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," he says, earning an "awe" from eavesdropping fans. I smile and blush, a skill I learned a while back, and get on my tip toes to kiss his lips quickly. He pays for our tickets, and we head inside to get our popcorn and drinks. He tickles my side while we wait, and I throw a piece of popcorn at him. He catches it in his mouth, and I roll my eyes.

"Show off," I say, sticking my tongue out. He laughs and pulls me close to his side. I snuggle up to him, and the cashier hands us our drinks. I get a straw, and blow the wrapper at his face, and he does the same. I scrunch up my nose, and a look of adoration so strong comes over his face, that I'm shocked. "Um...let's get to the theater." The smile drops from my face, and Harry notices, but doesn't say anything.

The theater isn't packed, but we make our way up to the top row anyway. We always sat in the top row when we came to the movies, which wasn't that often. It was a special occasion when we went to the moveis. He actually brought me to the movies the day before he broke up with me. I push the unpleasant memories to the back of my mind and pretend to be happy again.

I keep watch on the entrance. One pap sits in the row in front of us, two more in the bottom corner where they can turn and get pictures of us. I pretend not to notice them, which is what I know I'm supposed to do. The previews start, and I make a move by lifting the armrest in front of us and snuggling against Harry's chest. He sets his arm around me, and the familiarity doesn't slip past me, but again, I ignore it.

We finish the popcorn just before the movie starts, and Harry pops a piece of gum into his mouth before doing the same to me. I smile and he tightens his grip on me. I chew the gum for a while, trying to get the butter taste out of my mouth before spitting into the empty popcorn bucket. Harry follows my lead, and we turn our attention to the movie.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, I'm practically screaming. Harry just laughs, and I remind myself that soon we will have to start making out. Half way through the movie, a guy gets jumped out at by a killer clown, and I jump about as far as I can with Harry's arm around me. He pulls me close and says, "Don't worry, I've got you."

Then he leans in slowly, and our lips attach, and I push back the impulse to gag. I kiss him back, and when he licks my bottom lip for permission, I give it to him, opening my lips. His tongue enters my mouth and starts to wrestle with mine. Damn I think I forgot how good he can kiss. I roll my eyes internally, before pulling him closer. He smiles into the kiss, and I hear someone clear their throat. I break away, wiping my lips, but Harry pulls me back to him. "Not yet," he says in an almost begging tone.

I nod and we begin kiss again. Our lips mold together and for a split second, I miss this. The way out lips fit together, the way he made me feel. I take his shirt and pull him even closer to me. I want to feel every part of him just like I used to. He chuckles and I remember what we are doing and where we are. I break away as lovingly as I can.

"What's wrong babe?" He asks lightly, but his eyes are dark with questions.

"Nothing, it's just the movie is freaking me out," I say, shrugging.

"Last time I checked we weren't watching the movie," he says with a chuckle. "But if it's scaring you then we can go. Wanna leave? We can go get some ice cream or something if you want?"

"Please," I say, and he rolls his eyes but nods. He takes my hand and we leave the theater, the paparazzi follow at a safe distance behind us. He groans and gives me a nasty look and I roll my eyes at him. But then we are in the lobby and we put our fake happiness on again.

"What's your problem?" He says when we get into the car.

"I felt a little sick," I say. "That usually happens when I am forced to have my tongue in a disgusting creatures mouth."

"Well it seemed to me like you were enjoying it," he says with a smirk and a laugh.

"I'm not the one who was begging for it not to be over," I counter, and his smirk drops.

"Never said I didn't miss you, Ren," Harry says, looking over at me. "We aren't going to get ice cream. You got to tell me what I put you through, now I get the same chance. We are going back to my place."

"Harry, I'm not doing this," I say. I'm not listening to his lies again. I learned that last time.

"You don't have a choice." He says firmly.

"Are you kidnapping me? Because that's not how a gentleman acts on a date." I say, crossing my arms.

Harry laughs slightly, and I frown. He isn't supposed to laugh at my jokes. He is supposed to hate me as much as I hate him. He left me. He didn't love me. So why is he acting like we just met? I just want him to hate me as much as I hate him because that makes it easier for me.

Not saying I'm gonna stop hating him, but it would be much easier if he hated me. "I'm not kidnapping you," he says, "you can leave when I'm done, but until then, that isn't going to happen. Just be patient and don't complain, because it won't help you any."

"Never stopped me before," I grumble, earning another laugh from Harry. I roll my eyes again for the millionth time, but it doesn't help. Harry still seems happy and oblivious to the fact that I can't stand him.

Ten minutes of silence later, we arrive at Harry's place. I hesitate before getting out of the car. I don't feel like listening to Harry, especially when he is talking about his feelings for me. I know no matter what he says, he is lying. Unless he says that he hated me and now he's falling for me because I'm just so amazing, I know he's lying. But I know what he is going to say. He's going to say, "I know you think I used you but I didn't. I really loved you, and I hate my Management for what they made me do to you."

And I'll let him believe that I fell for it. I'll pretend that I believe him. I'll pretend that I'm falling for him again. I'll let him fall for me this time, and I'll break his heart. I won't let him trick me this time. I'll hurt him the way he hurt me and worse, because he deserves it, and I won't be the fool again. I've learned my lesson and it's time for him to learn his. I'll pretend to be madly in love with him, and I'll drop him when I can. That's how it has to go, and I won't regret it for a second because he deserves it.

"Ren?" He says, waving a hand in front of my face. He opens his door when I look at him and I realize he is waiting for me to get out. I breathe in deeply, make sure my brain is clear on the plan, and follow him inside his house. This is it.

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okay sorry i accidentally posted the wrong part. oops. anyway hope you like it