A/N: First one or two chapters are short but they get longer, I promise.
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***Harry's POV***
Chapter 1: "Taken."
"Single!", chirps Niall winking at the recording camera, laughing at the suggestive face the interviewer gave him. He rolls his shoulders and I shove him a little, scowling as he bumps my shoulder on purpose.
The woman raises her thick eyebrows, chuckling lightheartedly as she looks at Liam, questioning him with her eyebrows as he sits quiet for a second, eyes unfocused. After a few moments the interviewer clears her throat to get his attention. He meets her gaze and quickly sits up straight on the cramped couch.
"Single!", he says raising his hands and eyebrows in defense and I lift my left hand to my mouth, biting my lip to keep the laughter inside.
He sends me a quick glare, but it turns into a lopsided grin as he turns back to attention.
"Zayn?", she says , leaning over in her leather chair. Zayn shifts towards us awkwardly, leaning away from the woman. "Er... Taken? Yeah. Taken. Definitely taken. I'm ta-" "Zayn", I cut in, not even trying to hide my laughter "She gets it mate.", I chuckle and Zayn's dark cheeks turn rosy. "Sorry.", he mutters. "'S all good", the interviewer chuckles. Zayn gives an awkward half smile, looking down at his tattoo clad arm, running his arm over the P on his ZAP tattoo, bubbled to look like a comic book. He smiled down at the ink, 'Zayn And Perrie'. Perrie being his girlfriend, that was the secret message behind the tat.
He only told Liam, Niall, Perrie and Me about the hidden message behind it, but some of our fans have figured it out.
A shake on my shoulder brings me out of my thoughts. "Yeah?", I raise my eyebrows. The interviewer and my 3 bandmates are looking at me, except the boys have a knowing look on their faces and and the interviewer looks at me with hope. Well that's a lost cause, I'd say.
I can feel my cheeks grow warm, "Uhm...", I sigh, looking down at my arm. I run the pad of my thumb over the hidden "J" that is merged with a red rose, her favorite flower. No one, not even the boys know about the small little letter that holds such deep meaning to me. Only she and I do.
I clear my throat, smiling down at the little piece of us I can keep hidden now, our own little piece of who we are, that nobody can take away.
I look up from my arm, not removing the grip on the letter, and a larger smile spreads across my face and all eyes are on me, the boy's proud, the interviewer's confused at my long pause.
"Taken"
You could've heard a pin drop. The interviewer gives a surprised hiccup, the infamously single "womanizing" Harry Styles in a relationship? Who could've seen that coming...
I chuckle to myself as she tries to compose herself, flattening out her pencil skirt.
Carrying on with the interview, I sparingly answer a question, having no more interest in the petty questions on "What's your favorite type of chicken finger dipping sauce?" Or "How excited are you for your new album?" Or even "Who would you date out of the band if you were a girl?"
It struck me that she said "if you were a girl"
Why a girl? What would be wrong with it if one of us was a boy who dated another one of our band members, even if they are boys too? Equality is very importation to me, we're all human.
The thought stumped me, until another shake at my shoulder brought me out of my trance.
"Okay, that is unfortunately all the time we have for now! Be sure to tune in again on Thursday! Little Mix will be performing their new song, Salute, recently placed at number two on the countdown, right after One Direction's You and I."
Zayn's eyebrows lift at the mention of Little Mix and his lips slightly turn up and I nudge him with my elbow, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively to him.
He shoves me away laughing, as I tumble onto the table, getting the juices that we were given at the beginning of the interview all over my dark t-shirt, skinnies, and even my hair. I groan as all the boys are laughing, and I raise my head up, curls sopping wet.
A squeak from across the room catches my attention.
I look around and catch sight of a girl with big brown glasses, her head and shoulders topped with long, thick brown hair that is covered in a light gray beanie.
Her hand is over her mouth, and I fight to look back up at the boys. Zayn is smirking down at me, offering a hand up. A sly smile crosses over my face and I quickly grab his hand, pulling him into a hug, getting the blue juice from my shirt onto his.
Laughing, we all wave the camera off as the red light signaling 'recording' slowly turns off.
Before I can even turn around, I hear quick, quiet footsteps running towards me.
I turn just in time to have small arms wrap around my waist and a nose and a big pair of frames pressed to my chest.
She mumbles something into my chest, inaudiblely.
"Jes.", I chuckle, prying her off by her arms, looking at her cute, crooked glasses as I gently set them properly on the bridge of her button nose, gently kissing it.
"What'd you say, love?", I chuckle, not being able to take the smile off my face, too happy to even care.
"Are you... okay?", she asks carefully feeling my chest for any injuries.
"I'm fine. But I think you might have ruined your cute little shirt, my darling", I say, looking down at her white v-neck shirt, now lightly colored in blue juice. She punches my arm lightly, finally smiling. I squeak, faking hurt and her face falls.
"Did I hurt you?", she asks, running her hands over the spot she nicked my arm, trying to sooth the "hurt" skin.
I catch her soft hand, lifting it to my lips. "Nope", I smirk against her palm and she withdrawals her arm, crossing both over her wet, stained shirt clad chest with a pout.
"What'd you hit me for?", I pout, trying to smooth her defensive mood over.
"Because!", she throws his hand in the air in exasperation. She quickly reattaches himself to my torso, burying her nose in my neck. "You thought I cared more about this stupid shirt than seeing if you were okay!", he snaps, arms still crossed.
My eyebrows raise and I kiss the top of her beanie clad hair that she hates so much. Says it's too much. I love it. She slowly wraps her arm around my waist. Before I can remove my lips from her hair, we hear a soft click.
We turn around to see a red faced Niall, guiltily holding up his iPhone.
"Sorry I thought the sound was off!", he yells, quickly skirting out of the building towards the big black van we had rented to discreetly move us from place to place.
I look down at Jesy's bright green eyes that shine with happiness through his frames.
Grabbing her hand, I jog forward, opening the door for her and she smiles shyly, blushing deeply and ducking her head muttering a quiet "thank you".
I lift her up into the van by her small hand, and sit down beside her, our thighs touching as she plays with my fingers in her lap, smiling contently.
