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Take 29 - Heart Attack - Part 3

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I looked at him with surprise and shook my head. Why would he think Jamie was stalking me?

“Well?” Harry urged. “Is he?”

His words shook me out of my momentary daze. “No, no. I invited him when I ran into him in the lobby.”

“Oh… Have you considered…” He bit his lip and stopped speaking.

“Considered what?” I tilted my head.

“Well…” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Could he have drugged you?”

My eyes widened. “I don’t see how. I only left my glass when I saw him on the floor. I was with him the whole time I was away from the VIP section.”

“And you didn’t leave him at all?”

“I spotted Diana and David, then walked over to talk to them while Jamie left the club for the night.” I shrugged. “I really don’t see how he should have been able to run to the table, spike my drink, and then leave the club without being seen by someone.”

“Hmm…” Harry became quiet. Then he shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I’m just jealous. Want to go outside?”

“Jealous?” I glanced at him. He didn’t strike me as a guy to become jealous enough to accuse other people without any proof.

He chuckled. “When it comes to you, I can’t think clearly.”

“You seem to do a pretty good job so far,” I said. “I haven’t noticed anything.”

Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he kissed the top of my head. “Good.”

The day went by extremely quick. It was relaxing, and for the most part, everyone was on good behavior.

It was a bit annoying that the guys took turns to hover around me like a hawk, but I couldn’t help but feel a little flattered, as well. Mostly because they weren’t doing it to be annoying, but because they genuinely cared for my well-being.

“It’s past noon,” Harry said.

“I know,” I whined. “The sun is almost unbearable.” I waved my hand in front of my face. “I’m going to be sunburned.”

“Why don’t you use sunscreen?” He laughed.

“I am!” I held up a small bottle. “I can’t reach everywhere, though.” I sighed. “I should probably just go upstairs until the worst is over.”

“What if I help you?”

“Huh?” I frowned. “How? Are you going to turn off the sun for me?”

He made a face and then in a swift movement grabbed the bottle from me. “Nope. With this.”

“It probably won’t help.” I looked up at him, hiding behind my sunglasses. “I’ll still end up like a cooked lobster.”

“At least you’d be marinated then.” He grinned. “Turn around.”

I obliged, lying on my stomach. With anticipation, I waited until I could feel Harry by my side. The sunbed wasn’t big enough for him to straddle me, but I didn’t notice once we slathered the sunscreen on my back.

At first, I gasped at how cold it was, but as Harry began to rub it in, I relaxed and almost moaned in pleasure.

It felt that good.

He focused on my tense muscles, giving them just enough pressure to loosen the majority.

“This is amazing, Harry,” I said.

“I’m glad you like it.” His hands moved further down my back, trailing my spine. “If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

“I don’t think I’d ever want you to stop.”

“Unfortunately,” he said and moved to my legs. “We have to. I’m fairly sure you need some lunch at some point.”

“You don’t want me to a starving actress?”

“Not even for a second,” he said and kissed my shoulder. “Want to go up to the restaurant now?”

“Can’t we just ask for a grilled sandwich at the bar?”

“We’d still have to go inside and pay for it. Come on.” He took my hand. “Louis and Zayn are already inside, waiting for us.”

I mustered up all the strength I had, and finally, I walked with him. We walked inside, and the instant relief of the air-condition couldn’t be compared to anything else in life.

“What are you in the mood for?” Harry asked. “Apart from grilled sandwiches, that is…”

Shrugging, I tried to recall what the menu had looked like the last time I was in there. “Since you’ve already convinced me to move, I suppose I could figure out something else.”

We walked past the empty chairs and tables, and I arched my neck to see if I could spot our friends.

“Hey!” someone yelled.

As a reflex, I stopped and turned to see who it was.

Frowning, I didn’t recognize the little flimsy brunette. Once our eyes met, she lunged forward, aiming directly at me.

“You bitch,” she screamed.

I widened my eyes. What’d I do this time?

She was inches away from running into me when Harry stepped out to grab the girl. I looked at her. She couldn’t be much older than sixteen, yet she looked at me with such hatred, that I honestly thought I’d met her before.

I gave her a weak smile. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Do I know you?”

God, I hoped this wasn’t one of Ludmilla’s friends. That’d be hard to explain. I nodded to Harry, who released his hold on the girl.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She scowled. “You’re not good enough for him,” she said to gritted teeth.

Oh, one of those… In between the drama and my current position on a pink cloud of love, I’d completely forgotten about the horde of girls protesting against my relationship with Harry. I couldn’t help it; my face fell, and I stared at the girl dumbfounded.

“That’s really none of your business,” I said.

“Oh, you made it my business when you went after my idol.”

I didn’t see the movement before her hand collided with my cheek. It stung badly. I was too speechless to speak or move and I barely noticed as the girl was hauled away by bodyguards.

Harry’s face appeared before mine, but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying.

What had just happened?

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