Soft Side

Chapter twenty-seven

"Niall throw the ball here!" Louis shouts, pushing Rebecca out of the way in the swimming pool of the hotel. The sun was beaming down on the water, warming it up as Becky appeared out of the pool with her hair over her face. "Sorry" he mumbles, receiving an almighty splash from the girl before him.

"Niall you idiot" Harry grumbles as he pushes his sunglasses back onto his face, throwing the ball back to the Irish man that had just hit him in the face. None of these guys had any sense of hand eye coordination which was evident from the scene playing out in the pool.

"Harry!" The same shrill voice shouts across the pool, walking out in a high legged red swimsuit, resembling one from bay watch. Her legs walking in a model like state as she smirked at him. Harry's eyes fell confused as he looked around. Alice.

"Uh hi?" He mumbles, waving slightly as Niall walks over. She turned to him, ordering him to go and get her a cocktail. Niall complies, scurrying off to the bar as she sits on the edge of the pool, sipping her legs in. It was so obvious she was trying to impress Harry but as I've said before, if he wants something, he'll get it himself. "Where soph?" He mumbled to Zayn who simply shrugged. Zayn had no idea, last Harry saw of me I was sat on the bed still.

She went to speak, before a wolf whistle came from Harry's lips. His sunglasses lowering on his face as he stared at the door Alice had not long come from. My body emerging from the door behind her, sporting a very small white bikini as I smiled at him. "Holy fuck" Harry grumbled, sliding his hands down under the water to readjust himself. I smile softly, placing my bag down beside Becky. Harry's lip falling into his teeth at the sight of my ass in front of him.

"Soph what's the marks on your wrists?" Becky mumbled as my cheek went a deep crimson colour. Her eyes went wide as we both burst out laughing. "Shit sorry, I didn't realise Harry was like that, let alone you" she howls as I shake my head, turning to Harry and sitting on the edge of the pool. He swam over, sliding in between my legs and pulling my legs around his bare waist. My arms fell around his neck as he walked with me, still in that position to the quieter end of the pool, placing me down beneath his towering body.

I smiled up at him, his fingers gently caressing my cheek as he whispered sweet nothings to me. Only our ears able to hear what he was saying. How he told me how beautiful I was. How he told me how amazing his life was since he met me. How he told me how proud of me he was for dealing so well with my life. I bit my lip softly, urging him to continue with his romantic ways. His fingers lifting my chin gently before losing his lips gently to mine.

He made my knees so weak.

"Harry! Help me! I'm drowning!" A shrill voice shouted from the flailing girl behind him. He didn't flinch, he was too engrossed in how green my eyes were compared to his own. In how perfectly my waist fitted into his hands. In how in love he was.

Liam jumped in, walking over to the flailing girl only to find out she wasn't actually drowning. He rolled his eyes, walking back away from her and towards Louis and Becky, telling them about what had just happened. This girl was something else.

"Lovebirds, when you've finished your own game of tonsil tennis, fancy playing chicken?" Louis hollers, his voice loud as I peer over Harry's shoulder nodding. "Everyone find a pair, we don't have all day" Louis states as he throws Becky onto his shoulders. Alice began to walk to Harry, only to notice me already on his shoulders and his wide smile up at me. A huff left her lips as she climbed out of the pool, sitting on a sun lounger with her arms folded, huffing to herself.

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We all dried off once we were in the rooms, changing into some everyday clothes and heading for the arena, ready to have a sound check for the show tonight. I giggled as I sat beside Harry still, laughing with Becky and Louis as we make our way to the arena. These guys were becoming very close to me lately.

The door of the minibus opened and there stood the arena, screaming fans outside as Harry and Louis waved at them. I walked in with Becky, laughing and linking arms. I made my way to the dressing room, getting ready to dress the guys for the show tonight.

"Liam will you stand still" I groan trying to button of his shirt as he kept dancing around. I sigh softly, turning my head to try to find Harry. There was with a face of terror and confusion, almost pinned against the wall by Alice. "Do your own buttons then Liam" I tease as I walk over to the two by the wall.

I reached them, clearly my throat loud enough for her to hear with my arms folded across my chest and my eyebrows raised. Her face formed into a twisted smirk. Her body turned to face me, arms folding across her own chest. I stifle a laugh as I see Harry slide away from her, hiding behind my small body and peering over my shoulder.

"Can I help you?" She smirks, looking me up and down as I roll my eyes.

"Yeah actually if you could that would be amazing. If you could stick to what you've been hired for which is dating old blondie over there" I reply, pointing to Niall who was sat on the sofa talking to Becky.

"Oh, my bad" she smirks, not having a care in the world. "I just find this guy so much more attractive" she purrs, reaching her arm forward to stroke Harry's cheek.

"And that's where this is all going to come to an end" I remark, moving her arm away from him as she huffs and turns her back.

"Bitch" was all I heard her mutter before Becky suddenly jumped up. A small 'oh shit' mumbled behind my shoulder from Harry. He knew this was not going to go down well.

"Excuse me?" Becky questions, stepping closer to the bleach blonde girl, squinting her eyes slightly.

"You heard me" she states as she steps closer to Becky.

"I think you need to leave now" Becky states, pointing to the door as Alice laughs.

"I haven't got what I came for yet" she smirks, winking at Harry.

I step forward. Yeah this isn't going to happen. "You came here to date Niall Horan. The Irish guy sat on the sofa. You've been paid might I add to date him until shit settles. That's not a chance for you to come in here and start fondling with my boyfriend whose name is Harry Styles. How can you even get them confused?" I question, stepping closer to the bleach blonde girl.

"You're actually really turning me on when your like this... fancy a-" Harry begins to mumble as I hold my hand up.

"Ten minutes" I reply as he nods, cowering away since I was in a zone. A war zone.

"I know perfectly well what I'm doing," she retorts, stepping even closer to me, "I didn't come here for Niall"

I smirk, shaking my head, "so I hate to break it to you, but your little trip to get Harry is over before it's even begun. There's no chance of you and him ever happening. So take your packet blonde hair out of this equation and either do what you're being paid for or get the fuck out of here" I snap, staring her straight in the eyes.

She looked at me. She looked at Becky. She looked at Harry. Then she turned and left. I grab my phone, calling Gareth and arranging a meeting for tomorrow morning, letting him know I will explain what has happened.

I smirk as a few whistles fill the room at the fact the stuck up girl from the agency was no longer returning. I silently turn and walk to Harry, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room towards a spare room of the arena. A fist pump leaving him as we left the door. Locking the door of the new and empty room.

Time for him to finish his sentence from earlier.