Duplicity [h.s]

13

^how I imagine Harry's opening guitar solo to sound like^

Aven Brooks

When soundcheck ended, I headed off to my dressing room to prepare for the actual concert. I avoided the band at all costs, especially Harry. After my little rebellious act, I didn't really want to face him right now.

Not that I ever really want to face him ever.

I shuffled across the hallway, looking down at my pictures to see if I got any good shots. The close up pictures were great, especially the shots of Liam playing the drums. I managed to get some very nice action shots of them besides Harry. I barely got anything from him considering everything that's happened.

He wasn't happy with me when I was taking those petty pictures of him form my seat in the pit. He was not sending me very good looks between songs. His jaw was so sharp that I was very much guessing he was clenching his teeth very hard. He had a look in his eyes of pure infuriation.

But I have to stand up for myself, if I show how much this effects me then he'll never stop.

I walked into my dressing room, scanning through my pictures with my head down. I was barely shutting the door until someone came up in front of me and pinned me to it, my back shutting the door completely.

I yelped and looked up to be faced with Harry, my heart dropping. His hands were pressed next to my head, not touching me what so ever but in very close proximity. I stopped breathing as I was staring so close into his green eyes, enough to realize he had a yellowish hazel around the pupils.

"You think you're tough baby?" He rasped, staring right into my eyes with great intimidation.

My chest got heavy and my mouth went bone dry. I was starting to get nervous, anxious even for the way he was trapping me between him and the wall. The back of my head was pressed to the door, my arms down my by side and my camera dangling by my stomach. I didn't know what to say.

"I—I'm just trying to do my job." My voice quietly cracked, my throat tight.

He exhales though his nose, looking down at my lips with a very small smirk.

I stood stiff as a board, too anxious to move or even speak no matter how much I tell myself to not back down. I just told myself how I won't let him make me feel small, yet here I was against the wall between his arms.

He drops his head, shaking it while looking at our feet. My chest rose up and down as I was now staring at the top of his full head of hair, hearing him quietly laugh to himself.

He tilts his head back up to look at me, a small grin on his face but his eyes held this impression of someone I couldn't trust. He still looked mad but was disguising it.

"You and I got off to the wrong start." He says softer, smiling with his perfect teeth.

What?

He stood up straight and put his arms down so they were by his side.

"I don't want us to be enemies, we have eight months together after all." He said in a much more kinder tone, really throwing me off.

I stared at him frozen, trying to understand what was going on here. He doesn't want us to be enemies? All he's done since I've been here is make my life much harder then needed.

"I'm confused." I murmur.

He smiles and shakes his head again, chuckling. His hands raise up and place on my cheeks, I felt the coldness of his rings.