Your POV
I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as Johnny kept a tight hold on my hand as we wove through the art gallery together. I gave the gallery guests a sympathetic smile as we continued to push past them to where ever Harry was buried deep within his gallery. They turned and faced us, as if they were curious as to why we were weaving like so. Or maybe they thought we were a couple and that we were trying to rush out of here for a hot tryst. I shook my head trying to push all thoughts like that out of my head. I just squeezed Johnny's hand trying to hold on for dear life as he walked quickly through the gallery. I was excited to see him yet I wasn't excited to see him, I've been dodging his calls and messages since our meet up weeks ago. Now was the time to face him and tell him what I wanted. As we kept walking I soon saw his familiar brown waves that made him look angelic but my heart dropped when I saw the weasel Meadow wrapped around his arm like the snake she is. Embarrassment and sadness immediately began to take over my body and I began to struggle against Johnny's hold. I knew this was a big mistake, I knew he wasn't over her like Johnny had said. The closer we got the more desperate I was to get away.
"Why are you squirming?", Johnny whispered to me.
"He's with fucking Meadow, I don't want to see him. He's busy with his new squeeze", I again struggled trying to dig my heels in the wooden floor.
"Would you stop, stop being insecure. You didn't see what I did. He wasn't on your couch crying and drinking his mind off. She knows you're here that's why she's acting like that, she hasn't seen him in months. Don't let her bitch ass try and intimidate you. Go over there and get him back, he'll follow you even if you don't believe it", Johnny gave me all the pep talk I needed to go and face Harry.
He stuck his hand out for me to take, I willingly took it ready to face him and every other one of Harry's friends that hated me.
"Hey Styles look who I found wondering around admiring your shit art work", Johnny teased as he let go of my hand but securely wrapped it around my waist.
Harry's smile disappeared once he spotted me, I didn't know how to take it I only assumed that he wasn't happy to see me but it wasn't till I noticed him glaring at Johnny and his hand placement on my hip that I realized why he stopped smiling.
"Hello Harry", I said simply not bothering to remove Johnny's hand.
"Hello Y/n. Looking stunning as always", Harry grabbed my hand and tugged me out of Johnny's hold bringing me closer to his body.
I didn't say a peep of protest when Harry lifted my hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. He glared back at Johnny but Johnny didn't care. He simply shook his head and lifted his glass of scotch to Harry and disappeared.
"How are you tonight darling? Are you liking the gallery?", Harry wrapped his arm around me and placed a hand on my lower back.
I noticed all of Harry's female friends glaring at me as he put all of attention on me. I didn't care though, I didn't care what they thought or how they felt about me. They only thing that mattered to me now was how Harry looked at me like I was his whole world. I listened intently as he explained to us lot about his inspiration for the pieces in his gallery, I however couldn't help the feelings bubbling up in my belly as he kept his eyes and attention on me as he did so. I almost forgot that there was other people in the room with us.
