Soft Side

Chapter two

After making my way from another intense meeting with Harry, I found Molly stood at the side of the stage watching her boyfriend. Calum kept pulling amused faces towards Molly, hardly taking his eyes off of her. Their relationship sickened me. I'd been single for about 2 years, having had a rocky split from my ex-boyfriend. That just added to my heartbreak but I was still incredibly happy for Molly. She deserved somebody good in her life to make her happy.

As I moved my body to stand beside the blonde haired girl, I made a gagging noise, only to receive her right elbow in my ribs. I laughed and waved at Calum, notifying him to behave as I was here now, whilst rubbing the spot of my body she had no bruised.

Even in the short time I had gotten to know the four Australians, I felt like I had started to form a bond with them. Luke had become my favourite, due to his down to earth personality and being the most mature out of them, whilst still being the youngest which was the same as myself. I had always been told I was mature for my age so to find somebody who was the same was amazing.

I began nodding my head to the music of 'She Looks So Perfect', tapping my fingers against my arm as I watched them run around the stage in front of thousands of people. Their music was incredible. They all had such varied voices and their music was a mixture of pop and rock. I actually really liked it. Molly leant towards me, placing her hand on my forearm as she began telling me she needed to run to the dressing room to put her phone on charge. I nodded, hoping she wouldn't be long as I was by myself at this point.

Or so I thought.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a long arm snaking across my shoulders, noticing the rings on their left hand and knowing instantly who the arm belonged to. My eyes rolled as I tried shrugging it off, not feeling it move before feeling hot breath beside my right ear, sickening words being whispered to which I could only just make out. It sounded like something along the lines of 'I bet you'd look good standing in my underwear', practically being able to feel the smirk on his lips as his calloused fingers gently squeezed my shoulder.

I'd had enough.

I threw his arm off of my shoulder, turning to face the tall, arrogant (and also incredibly attractive) man before me, lifting my head to make direct eye contact. I forced the lump in my throat down, anger burning through my veins as I folded my arms across my chest. My hair swinging from the swift movement as I turned. The words coming out of my mouth were from a sudden burst of confidence, one that I had no idea where it came from.

"Can you stop trying to harass me. Nothing is going to happen, especially when you're as arrogant and forward as you're being now" I stated. My words started to come out strong, getting shakier towards the end as his left hand brushed mine gently. That stupid smirk not budging from his plump lips. I hated what he did to me. He made me let my guard down when I didn't want to. He made me choke on my thoughts and submit to him when I thought I was stronger than I actually was.

I groaned, turning my body to face the stage, ignoring any attempt of his trying to speak to me again. I couldn't deal with hearing anything else fall from his ignorant and cocky mouth. If I continued listening to him, letting him take this control on me, I knew I would say something stupid. I felt him step closer, again with me choosing to ignore him. The only thing running through my mind was simply 'don't come any closer...'. I felt his head dip down to my ear as Niall's laugh was heard from the end of the corridor. I felt the eagerness in his voice as he began to speak, not wanting anybody to see us and see him cracking on with somebody he only met a mere hour ago. Or so people thought. His words were warm in my ear, his hand gently resting on my lower back, much to my dismay. The words falling from his lips stating;

"One drink. Let me take you for one drink and if you then want me to leave you alone, I will"

I sighed, placing my face in my hands as I groaned into them. When would he stop having such an effect on me?