ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 22.

One foot out first, don't trip, don't trip. The heels are awful. I grasp Harry’s hand tightly and stare down at the red carpet that I am walking on. He gives it a reassuring squeeze, and it strangely calms me. I take deep breathes as people call out my name and lights flash. I try not to scowl, or look scorn, or anything of the sort.  If I do, Harry's manager, who has been bossing me around like she is mine, will develop an issue and probably beat me if I do. I keep it together, but I can feel the strain it has on me. Harry smiles and waves casually and easily. People are calling out names and I try to listen. 

“Who is that?” 

“How long have you two known each other?” 

“Over here!” 

I groan and push through my annoyance, trying to focus on how Harry is nominated for awards tonight, and I am here for him. It is quite hard. Before I know it, we are stopping to pose on the carpet. 

“Just a few shots together, then go stand by Ben, our producer, okay babe?” Harry whispers with a smile. I nod and smile to the cameras. Harry puts an arm around me. The flashes are giving me a headache, and my smile is beginning to hurt my cheeks. After a minute, Harry nods for me to join Ben off to the side. I smirk and pinch Harry’s bum. He jumps and blushes. 

“Do you want them to see my get hard?” He grumbles into my ear. I give him a kiss on the lips, despite what our manager said about PDA and hit his cheek. 

“Eyes up.” I turn and sashay to Ben, the cameras going crazy and I can feel Harry’s eyes burning onto my butt. He is such a- 

“No, you don’t.” Harry grabs my wrist, spins me around, and presses his lips to mine. I completely forget about the cameras and melt myself into him. It doesn't last long, Susan nearly pulls my arm out of my socket to get me away. I scowl at her as Harry winks at me. I laugh at him and rub my arm while glaring at Susan. 

“Thank you for that, that felt really good.” I say to her while we stand behind a black sheet.

“Hush up. Interviewers want to talk to you about Harry and your movie.” 

“My movie?” Excitement rises inside of me. She nods as a woman wearing a slutty dress and a camera man stroll up to us. 

“Rosemary? We would like to ask you a few questions. Is that ok?” 

“Sure!” Susan answers for me. As she’s walking away, she whispers “No cussing.” sharply in my ear. 

“So, you're dating teen heartthrob, and multi award winner Harry Styles?” I just nod. “How did the two of you meet?” 

“He auditioned for my movie.” She raised an eyebrow. I smile sweetly. 

“What is your movie about?” She holds the mic to my mouth awkwardly. I clear my throat. 

“Just really about all the things that can and do go on in a teenagers life, and the things that can happen, and the things that many teens are dealing with. Some of it is truly awful, and makes you think twice, or at least, that’s the goal.” 

“Does it show intense things?”

“Yeah, the whole concept is pretty intense and there are some pretty visual horrifying things in the movie, but it’s not a documentary or anything, it’s still a movie.”

“Do you think that there will be controversy over the things that occur on the screen?”

“Of course, but I don't give two- cares, because these things need to be seen by parents, friends, family, classmates, everybody.” The interviewer nods, and I surprisingly see respect. I smile and she smiles back. 

“Thank you for your time.” I nod in an “of course!” sort of way and they turn away. I remind myself to get a stress ball for these events. I feel a hand on the small of my back and I know it's Harry. I sigh in relief and turn to his contagious smile. 

“We have to go to our table.” I nod, curious as to what celebrities we will be sitting with. We are making our way over to the table when a barbie doll taps Harry’s shoulder, a camera man is following her. 

“Harold Styles! And friend!” Since the camera is rolling I smile. Harry seems very happy to see this barbie doll and I can tell he knows her by the way he leans in when she talks. She is making him laugh. 

“I don’t know actually,” Harry is saying. “I wasn’t planning on it.” She laughs, he smiles. She makes eye contact with me and goes on ignoring me. I see Niall at the buffet and slip away. 

“Rose!” Harry calls as soon as I take one step. 

“Food! Meet you at the table.” He nods and turns his attention back to the barbie doll. 

“Good food?” I ask Niall as I stroll up behind him, grabbing a plate. He turns to face me with a mouth full of food. I laugh at the juice dripping off his chin. The buffet literally has everything, its crazy. I scoop mashed potatoes, some fancy salad, fancy chicken, and three brownies, onto my plate. 

“Well, good talk. See you at the table.” Niall laughs as I walk away towards Harry and I’s table. I spy a blonde head sitting in my seat next to Harry. I just plop down next to, glaring at her. She smiles back. 

“Babe! You’re back!” I swallow because he called me babe. I see barbie’s face when he says it too and it is possibly one of the most satisfying moment of my life. I give Harry a smile and he takes one of my brownies, which makes me scowl at him, but I get over it. 

“So do we eat then go sit in our seats or are these our seats or what?” 

“Eat then go into the arena.” I nod and shove salad into my mouth. 

“Mind if I sit?” A familiar voice asks. I look up with a mouth full of salad to the face of Zac Efron. I try not to choke on my salad as I swallow. I grasp Harry’s thigh under the table. 

“Sure mate.” Harry says CASUALLY. I try to follow this example and put my elbow on the table. I take a bite of my brownie to soothe me. 

“Harry, my friend, and you are…?” Shit, he’s talking to me. 

“Rose. I’m actually a director, one that wanted you in her movie.” My voice is cool and confident. I release Harry’s thigh. I can see him smirking out of the corner of my eye. Zac laughs. 

“I was probably working on my last movie when you asked.” He is smiling a gorgeous smile. 

“You know what, I think you and Rose would make a really cute couple.” Harry snickers. I kick him under the table. He twitches above the table and Zac looks confused. Harry lets out a little cackle. Music starts playing. 

“Um, that’s our cue to go sit, see you guys inside.” He scrambles up and scurries away. I groan and hit my head on the table. Harry puts on his most feminine voice. 

“Stop that,” He moves his hand like a girl, “you’ll mess up your hair.” I laugh into the table and interlace our fingers as we get up to go to the arena. 

----

YAY CUTE CHAPTER BEFORE SHIT GOES DOWN COOL 

-sage$$$$$$

 WHAT TEAM??????

-ARI