We've met [h.s]

5

- Caitlyn -

"Shit, this is gonna be all over the internet, he literally got us making out, on camera!" Harry kicked against his car. "Fuck!"

He shaked his head, "I'm so stupid for bringing us here. How could I simply think there would be nobody?! They fucking follow me everywhere!" I layed my hand on his back to calm him down. "Hey, it's gonna be ok-"

"No it fucking isn't going to be okay! The lads are gonna be pissed because I didn't tell! Your friends are gonna freak out! Not even thinking about management! They're going to kill me if they see a picture of me making out with some random girl in the sea!"

I took a step back. A random girl. Was I just a random girl to him? He said he 'loved' me. I let him in my room at 4 am! He made breakfast in my kitchen! God, I even lied to my mom! "Fine."

Without hesitating, I grabbed my bag, turned around and walked towards the street. I searched in my bag for my phone. Dialing my brothers number, I heard a voice screaming my name. "Caitlyn! Please just come back! I didn't mean it like that!" It's Harry's voice. I walked further, and faster while calling my brother.

"Mike? Please pick me up."

"Uh, where are you?" Hell I knew where I was. I looked around for names. "There's tattoo shop named James', do you know it?"

"Yeah, I know where it is, give me 10 minutes, I'll be there." He hung up immediately. I'm thankful for my brother, he's annoying sometimes but he's married and has kids. He's 24 tho. Might not be old but yeah, they really love each other, so what the hell?

"Cait, please." I turned around to see Harry, out of breath. "No, I'm not just some random slut, I'm not gonna let you play with me. You're an amazing idol, Harry, but I can't let you in my life, how much I might want it."

I sat down, at the side the street. I didn't care about how famous or how handsome he was right now, I didn't even care that I may or may not have saved my life. I don't let people mess with me that easily. I won't.

I saw a figure sitting down next to me. "Listen, it isn't about you. It might sound unoriginal, but it's true. Management don't want me 'messing around'. They don't understand a thing. But I really-"

A honk of a car stopped Harry from talking. I looked up to see my brother. I felt Harry stiffen next to me. I turn back to Harry, his knuckles turning white. "Harry, are you okay?" Harry stood up. "'M fine," and without giving any sign, he walked away. What was that?

I stood up, still confused. I walked towards the car, opening the car door. "Hey," I quietly greeted Mike. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly. I shift uncomfortable. "Was that, Styles?" I slowly nodded. His knuckles turned even whiter. I held my breath for whatever is coming. "You, stay away from him. Got it?" My brows furrowed together, what is this shit? I didn't think I have much of a choice, so I nodded.

-

Next morning I crawled out of my bed, my head hurting from everything that happened yesterday, from the paparazzi to the weird acting Harry and my brother.

I did my morning ritual before heading downstairs. "Morning," I mumbled to my little brother and my mother. I sat down on my usual spot at the table. My mom walkeemd over to me and slammed a newspaper on the table. "Front page! Well done!" She angrily grabbed her keys and walked straight out of the house without saying another word. I lookdd at my brother who can't seem to stop grinning. I cursed under my breath.

Slowly, I picked up the newspaper.

Harry making out with another fling!

Is written on the front page. A big ass picture of us in the water is shown. "Fuck." This must be some joke. How was this shit in the newspaper already? "Stop fucking grinning!" I snapped at my brother. He laughs even harder and walks out of the house too. I yelled at the top of my voice till I have no breath left.

I threw the newspaper back on the table and walked out of the house too. I grabbed my car keys and pull out of the parking lot.