One dream, One Direction

21. This is How I Really Feel.

JAMIE'S POV

"you have to get down here!" Mark yelled into the phone while I was in CVS with Harry

"Ughh, okay, give me like... half an hour." I hung up the phone abruptly. My single was leaked earlier today, so we had to release the whole track. So now my Mark (manager) was yelling at me because I had to go do all these interviews and everything. I was currently walking by the magazine section when something caught my eye. I started looking through the magazines when I felt two arms wrap around my waist, as a head was placed on my shoulder.

"You ready to go?" Harry said as hit hot breath hit my ear, which gave me chills.

"mm, sadly." I told him. He immediately let go of me and I turned around to face him. His curls were placed perfectly across his forehead. I looked at his face and noticed that he had a confused face.

"Why?" I he asked with a sad expression across his face.

"I can't go on our date tonight." I began and I noticed that Harry was really disappointed. "Mark has been nagging me to go do interviews and everything for the single, I have to be there in a half an hour." I said.

"Jamie there's something I really need to tell you though." I began to get really nervous. He felt my tense up but took my hand and intertwining our fingers together. He sighed. "I guess right now isn't the time though." he said. "here, I ll drive you to meet Mark." he said as we walked out of the store. 

I was still really nervous about what he wanted to tell me or NEEDED to tell me. It obviously wasn't good because of the way he said it. I was in the passenger side while Harry was putting the key into the ignition. 

"is it bad?" I asked him with my eyebrows furrowed facing him. He wouldn't take his eyes off the road, so it was very silent. He sighed which broke the silence. 

"it's defitnetly not good." he said while turning his head toward me and then quickly back on the road.

"I don't see why you---" I wasn''t able to finish my sentence as we were pulling up to the studio, we were stuck in the car. Hundreds of fans were pounding against teh car, while Harry locked it. "WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?" I asked with a crazed expression on my face.

"Fans." He breathed out while smiling at me. I couldn't believe it. I had fans? Since when did this happen? I turned my head quickly to see that Harry was also amazed at how many people were there. "Here let's go in the back." He sai as he unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed over the table in the middle of the car and got in the back, it was really private.

"What if they don't like me." I started to say while playing with my fingers. Harry took my hand and tilted my chin up.

"Did you not see how many people were out there?! They love you. I lov-" He stopped. Was Harry STyles going to say that he loved me. He obviously wasn't going to finish his sentence because he was just playing with my fingers as he interwineded them together.

Did I love Harry? No, Jamie. It's not possible. I'm only 15! This isn't real. You LIKE him. That's why he's your boyfriend, but you don't LOVE him. What am I saying? Whenever I'm near him I get butterflies and when we kiss I feel like we are the only people in the universe. He's so special to me. Maybe I do love him. Maybe I love my boyfriend.

"Thank you." I finally said as he turned his head toward me and our eyes locked. His green eyes, they stared into my heart. He was perfect. He smiled and started to lean in to kiss me. It was times like these, I loved. Not the publicity of our relationship, but just us. Our lips touched ever so softly and fireworks went off. I'm not sure if I was the only one to feel it, but we were not in full lip lock and I never wanted to leave. We finally split after about 2 minutes. "I've never noticed how much of a good kisser you are." I said while giggling and putting my hair up at the same time.