Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

Chapter 11: Harry

A/N SONG OF THE CHAPTER

DAYLIGHT MY MAROON 5

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I smiled wide, my name being tossed here and there. They kept the questions flying, but I wasn't in the mood; I just smiled.

My arm felt as if it was burning. It should be really, it's be better than this.

I felt her sticky, gloss smeared lips press to my cheek. I caught the frown before the cameras would, holding my hand down to stop the urge to wipe my cheek.

I started to walk down the plush red carpet, facing a new set of cameras; she followed eagerly, intertwining our hands as soon as my arm left her waist.

I regretted it immediately. Any guy who was head of heels in love with there ex would. It's funny, our situation. Are we exes? I had my wedding ring on, as did she, but I had a different girl by my side.

It's not like I wanted it this way.

Because I didn't.

She wore an elegant white pantsuit, they made her legs look longer then they were, and she had pretty long legs.

She had on a scoop neck black tee-shirt, the matching white vest on top. I am not sure how she does it, but she wore a pair of black 6 inch heels with studs lining the pump.

Her blonde hair was in unruly ringlets, falling just below her ears that supported large silver hoops.

I think she had begged her stylist for a more natural look, I wasn't even sure she was wearing make-up, other then the eye-liner and mascara.

Well, she looked gorgeous.

"Harry, Harry, they are watching." I turned around to see Macy, I sighed. She looked pretty, in her blue waterfall dress, a high platinum blonde ponytail and a pair of silver stilettos. But, she was like a Buttercup compared to the white Rose Azeelia was.

I smiled, taking my eyes off Azeelia and focusing on the cameras. I leaned down and kissed Macy's wretched cheek, just for the cameras. I'm sure my lips were coated with a fine layer of cover-up.

"Kiss, kiss! Kiss your new girlfriend Harry!"

I didn't know how to react to that really, so I froze. Macy still posing for the cameras.

"Harry! Kiss your new girlfriend!"

I relaxed a little bit, choosing to ignore the paparazzi.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss."

No.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss."

No.

But the word seemed to travel like wildfire. Catching on to each figure that hid behind the flashing cameras.

Unknowingly ruining my life.

I ignored them still, my eyes wandering to Azeelia. Whom's eyes were locked on me, glaring. I sent her a pleading look, she shook her head and clutched her bump. She rubbed it twice, her gaze softening as she glared at me, then looked away.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

No.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!

No.

"C'mon Harry, lets give em' what they want!" Macy said over the chants, pulling the sleeve of my blazer like a four year old.

No.

"Macy.."

"Harry, it's just for show! Imagine what will happen if we don't."

The evil glint in her green eyes told me something different. I checked back over my shoulder, Azeelia was walking off the carpet and into The Chinese Theatre for the premier of 'Hotel Transylvania'.