Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

Reuniting

Hey!! before I start I just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500 READS!! I know it's not like a thousand or a million but trust me I am soooo thankful! I never thought it would pass a 100 reads and I'm so thankful. Also thank you for reading soooooo much in the last chapter. I gained about 100 reads and that's never happened before. So THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU!!! Okay sorry it had to be said, here's the next chapter :D

I forgot to mention this, but In Toronto they have a lot of beautiful places to stay, which means a lot of gorgeous hotels to try out.  So about a night before the last we parked all the buses and cars and checked into a, may I say, fabulous and expensive hotel. One of the perks of being in a famous boy band. Unfortunately me and James fight has caused our room we rented just for ourselves, to be boring and dull. Nothing is stunning about a room when hatred is floating in throughout the air.

After me and Harry got done last night having our little fun, at about 11 we parted ways and separated to our own rooms. I was all giddy and actually happy with myself until I stumbled into the kitchen and saw a tiny note waiting for me on the counter. It read "For the night sleep on the couch and I will take the bed. Don't come in looking for a fight cause I will be asleep. Please Read". I ripped the note in half, tearing it into tiny itty bitty pieces before leaving it on the floor for James to pick up in the morning. I then loudly made my entrance into OUR room and snatched my pillow from the side of his head. It was so ridiculous how James was acting, treating me like I was the problem in our relationship now. He's screwed up just as much as me!  When I left he hadn't moved a muscle or heard a thing, damn him and his heavy sleeping.

When I woke up in the morning my back was as stiff as wood and my neck ached from all the weird positions I had to result to in my slumber. I was as irritated as hell and in a foul mood to say the least. When I was cooking eggs in the morning for myself and James was silently drinking his coffee I had the thought more than once to drop my burning eggs ontop of his head and storm out of the room, no words spoken. But I was as mute as ever and continued to jab my eggs harshly with the fork I was using, resisting my temptations.

I am now folding my blankets that I used last night and placing them neatly in the corner. But when I begin to walk away I feel this strong urge in my chest telling me to do something. I always stick with my gut feeling, so I grab the blankets and walk in on James as he slips his blue and white shirt over his head. The inner helpless girlfried inside of me can't help but stare at how nicely the shirt complements his biceps and abs from below the thin, very thin, material. I have to stop drooling though and stay focused.

I slam the blankets down on the end of the bed and throw my pillow along side James's now. He looks at me weirdly, probably questioning my intentions.

"You can sleep on the couch now," I snarl, feeling all the emotions, anger, sadness and betrayal I've felt these past weeks shooting through my body and coming out in one nasty glare. James's face has already changed, from dopey to cynical. I don't hear what he has to say before I quickly exit the room and fast walk to the couch. He runs after me though, zipping up the pants he was in the process of doing and practically stepping on my feet.

"Oh no, you brought this upon yourself Harris and I think you got what you deserved," He spits, the word "Harris" being spoken with more annunciation than I've ever heard before; let alone coming out of his lips.

I spin around and almost crack his scull with how close he is standing. His body weaves then stands up straight again.

"I got what I deserved? Okay, well maybe you should be sleeping on that couch for a month now. Huh? Shouldn't you be getting punished for all the wrong things you've committed too Bradshaw."