Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

91. In Plain Sight

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"Wait," I say aloud, my body language stiffening. "Everything has already been decided. 5 Seconds of Summer are touring with you right?" I say, though I feel like I'm missing something.

"Well nothing is finalised just yet..." Harry mumbles quietly.

"Harry," I say his name through gritted teeth, "Their names are announced. It's even on the tickets. You can't do this to them."

The boys opposite don't really know how to react to the turn in conversation and shift awkwardly in their seats. I don't even care if I'm being rude. This isn't just going to affect Luke, but the entire band. Why should the band suffer as a result of one member's actions?

"I want you to take me home," I say, standing up to grab my bag. "I want to go home now."

Wordlessly he gets up, and shakes hands with each of the boys as they mumble their goodbyes.

"It was nice meeting you," I say without meaning, nodding in their direction before walking ahead of Harry. I let him walk alongside me and try to remain neutral as more shots of us are taken by awaiting paparazzi. More seemed to have gathered since entering The Groucho Club as they surround our car, and I am forced to cover my eyes as the blinding flashes go off.

"How can you think that's even remotely a good idea?" I say once we are on the road and out of sight from the photographer's gaze. "This is what Liam was telling you to back off about," I say, shaking my head in realisation. "How can you be so spiteful Harry?"

"Why?" he repeats, his voice rising with the heat of the moment. "Why am I doing this? I'm being forced to work with someone who claimed to be a mate, and is now trying to fuck you. I am being expected to help out this smug arsehole that everyone is feeling sorry for, and be expected to see him on a daily basis. Do you understand how fucking hard this is for me?" he says, banging on the wheel for emphasis. "No one is fucking thinking how hard it is on me to see him look at you the way that he does. Why are people accepting this bullshit?"

"I –" and I am truly lost for words. I knew he obviously doesn't like being around Luke, but I guess I never really imagined things from his point of view. It devastates me to hear him open up to me this way. That he could be feeling all of these emotions inside, and not be able to open up.

I place my hand over his in the middle console section of the car.

"I love you Harry," I tell him. "I think you do some silly things sometimes, but I'll always love you," I say as we pull up in my driveway.

His bottom lip quivers, and he purses his lips together to stop him from shaking.

"Harry..." I sigh, hating seeing him in this way.

I reach my hand behind his neck, and run my fingers through his curls in what I hope is comforting to him.

I need to make him feel better.

Wordlessly we exit the car and walk inside, with myself leading the way to my bedroom.

Once we are standing at the foot of my bed, I reach out and run my fingers over his jawline, and his eyes glisten with moisture.

"I'm sorry Harry..." I say, kissing him, "I'm so sorry for everything," I say against his mouth. I unbutton his three remaining buttons, and his shirt slips off easily to the floor. He grabs onto the back of my dress, unzipping the material without our lips disconnecting in the process. My dress holds the same fate as his shirt, and I fumble with his jeans until we are standing before one another in our underwear.