A gurgled high laugh rumbles from the front door as I hear heavy footsteps walk deeper into the hotel room, some sound more shuffled then others abruptly stop and I hear a hand squeak against the wall. I'm staring into Harry's eyes, so round and focused while mine I bet are full of fear. My body is rigid against Harry's warm one.
"Olivia!" James yells a bit too loudly. My body shudders in response and suddenly Harry gives me a quick peck on the cheek then pushes me off his body in one quick motion, it takes me a moment to comprehend what just happened.
"What?" I whisper to him, but he only shushes me and crawls directly behind the island so he's unseen. I'm still frozen in my place, stomach flattened against the tile and my chest arched up. It's only when Harry orders me to get up that my brain connects with my actions. I swiftly swing my legs around and sit up criss cross applesauce then shoot up off the ground. My head pops up behind the counter and meets with a confused looking James.
"Hey babe, sorry I was looking for something on the ground but I found it," I make up a lame excuse off the top of my head and follow the trail along the island until I'm joining James in the living room and leaving Harry behind. The first thing I notice when my eyes lock with his are how bloodshot they are and tired, almost as if they haven't gotten any sleep in about a month. His breath also reaks of beer, the intoxicating smell seeping through his pale lips. He looks different, angry, not at all like my James.That also explains why all the Bud Light had magically disappeared, it disappeared into Boyfriend #1's mouth. This infuriates me just a little too much, I have a lot of questions to ask him. I never even thought James drank more than one beer and that's only on special occasions. So why would he pick today out of all days to go crazy with his drinking?
"What were you looking for?" He grunts, burping loudly in my face and then wiping away any evidence of the smell with one flick of his hand. It doesn't make me any less disgusted or horrified at the changes in James right now, I don't even know who he is. He usually has manners and doesn't act like a total pig.
"My earring.." I trail off, my eyes slowly checking out his sloppy outfit that droops off his body. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top and hangs open in an "I've just got back from the all nigh bar" fashion, showing off a light sprinkle of his chest hair, which I don't mind but that's besides the point. One part of his plaid shirt lays loosely against his front and the other half is tucked into his belt. His pants seem okay, a few smudges of something here and there but not too bad. One shoe is completely untied and the other seems as if it's been tied for a whole year and has remained the same. His usual envious, gorgeous blond locks are sticking up everywhere and untamed to say the least. He looks like a hobo, but an alcoholic one. It scares me to see him in this bad of shape after what, 5 hours? James barely nods his head, showing me that he has little interest in the topic anymore.
"James?" I look up at him but he refuses to look at me and jerks his head from one place to another, scoping the place for something.
"Where's that damn remote to the TV?" He grumbles, his voice even lower than before and groggy. His eyes are oblivious to everything around him besides his own thoughts.
"James listen to me," I demand, pulling at his shirt.
"What? What?" He tears my hand off of his crumpled shirt and searches around the room for the remote, lifting up the couch cushions and throwing them everywhere along with the pillows.
"Did you drink all those Bud Lights we had?" I ask politely, trying to keep my beating heart and raging nerves to a minimal. He ignores me, and mutters countless things to himself as his body bends down to look some more. I stare at him from the back of the couch, amazed.
"James!" I almost scream, completely done with this other half of him that I've never dealt with before. He is acting so immature and annoying right now. Like, like a little kid! Yes, one who refuses to sit still and listen to any orders.
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Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)
Fiksi PenggemarOlivia Harris didn't know what to expect when she was forced to pretend to be Harry Styles's girlfriend. Acting like they were lovers for the camera sounded horrific to her. Plus, why did she have to be with Harry, the one person she despises the mo...