No matter who I'm with (A One Direction Fanfic)

VMA'S!!!!

A/N I know this is short but i have a really big and dramatic chapter coming next!!!!!! im also in school and play field hockey so i have loads of work! Comment and Vote! enjoy!

Xoxo, Julia 

“Just get out of the damn car, Eleanor. We’re done.”

I had been waiting to hear those words for so long now. But as I lifted my head for the first time in what seemed like hours, I was met with an image that always broke my heart. Louis had tears brimming his eyes and I couldn’t tell if they were over Eleanor or over Georgia. I did the only thing I knew how to when he was like this.

I squeezed Harry’s hand and moved over to sit next to Lou, wrapped my arms around him, kissed his forehead and whispered soothing words into his hair that I was surprised he even heard. He was like a broken little boy. Everything was catching up to him all in the span of five minutes, Rage because of Eleanor mixed with sadness because he wasted two years of his life on her. Rage because Georgia left his life but sadness because she left without a proper goodbye. Rage because he wasn’t a normal guy, sadness because he wasn’t a normal guy.

Happiness because he wasn’t a normal guy.

Harry called management and it was decided that Louis would take one lucky fan as his date.

The red carpet was actually very normal. Some questions. Some photos. Some kisses. All with Harry. But only Harry knew the truth. The truth on who I wanted those kisses to be with.

You see, when you fake-date someone, you have to go on a lot of fake dates, so we actually became extremely close. I vented all my problems to him, or at least the problems I couldn’t vent to Lou or the girls.

But anyway, the show must go on and the boys had already won three moonmen. Now it was time for “Best Romance music video” which, I was presenting with none other than Haz.

“You’ve seen him on the stage, you’ve seen her acting as a mother to the most famous band in the music industry today, and you’ve seen them making out in the middle of the street. OMIGOD IT’S JULARRY!!!!! Please welcome Juliette Lucas and Harry Styles.” I heard Nick Grimshaw’s and Kevin Hart’s voice ring through the loud speaker signaling me that it was time to walk out.

“Hello VMA’S!” a loud “HELLO” was sent back to Harry

“We are here to present the moonman for best romance video but before we do, we thought since it’s our one-year anniversary, we’d answer some of your twitter questions.” We both whipped out our IPhones and started answering questions.

After a few we came across our favorite and decided it would be our last.

“So @LouisTomlinson asks “Hey guys! Happy anniversary! Love Jularry. Totes ship it. So my question is: can you guys do an imitation of each other?” Well Jules what do you think?” asks the curly haired boy beside me.

“Sure why not! I’ll go.” I slouched, messed up my hair and gave a smolder look. “So like one time, I um, went to this place, and um I bought a shirt, and then this guy was like wearing the same shirt and so he was like um I like your shirt and I was like yeah. I’m Harry Styles” I said in my lowest and slowest voice. The whole venue erupted in laughter and Harry just nudged me. I looked out and saw the guys giving me a standing ovation.

“Kay, my turn.” He cleared his throat, unbuttoned his shirt a little as one of the backstage guys brought him fake boobs. Of course he stuck them in his shirt and took a deep breath. I got scared…

“BITCHEZZZZ IM HERE!!!!!!!!! OMIGOD EVERYONE JUST LOOKS FANTABULOUS!!!!!!!!” He said in a shrill high-pitched squeal and struck the most flamboyant pose I have ever seen. He then leant down and gave me a soft kiss and I could feel him smile into it. I heard a loud ‘AWWW’.

“Anyways, here are the nominees.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

At the end of the night, One Direction had won four moonmen and we were out to celebrate. Everyone was rowdy and very drunk. The last thing I remember was feeling someone’s big but very familiar hands caress my cheeks.