Love Me [Harry Styles]

27.

"I wish that I could take you to the start, I'd never let you fall and break your heart."

Harry's POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt mate, and what's your name?" He asked as he got closer to us, stretching his hand out to Dani.

"I'm Dani, nice to meet you," she smiled, taking his hand and shaking it for a few seconds before retrieving it and dropping it back to her side.

"Jeff, my pleasure," he said, his smirk still plastered all over his face.

"Haz, this isn't Gigi, so she must be one of your little toys, eh?"

I bit my inner cheek, sucking on it harshly before looking down at Dani. Her smile fell as she looked at him completely baffled.

"Excuse me?" she spit harshly, taking a step away from my side.

"Oh.. oh," he said looking at me with remorse in his eyes as he noticed his idiotic mistake. What a fucking retard.

"No, please continue," Dani urged, fuming with anger. I cringed at the sight.

"I, I really shouldn't. Here you go mate," he said as he handed me my wallet. I furiously snatched it from his hand, roughly shoving it into my back pocket as I continued glaring at him.

"Please,"

"Well," Jeff began as he eyed me, "Harry just told me he has some fun, you know, apart from Gigi. Nothin' serious, love."

I winced as her jaw dropped, her furrowing brows straightening out as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Is that what you said, Haz?" She asked, turning to face me, her face unreadable; completely blank and emotionless.

"Dani, I,"

"Save it," she brutally said, turning on her heel and walking out.

"Dani! I'm sorry! I didn't know you had no idea, love!" Jeff called out after her.

"Look Harry, I-"

"Not now Jeff. How did you just speak to her like that as if she was some bloody prostitute? Christ," I said, my blood boiling as I ran off to go find Dani.

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After not being able to find Dani on set, I resorted to going back to the hotel.

I can't help but think, why am I always the one to fuck things up? Sure, I said those things to Jeff but I didn't actually mean it. I said it, just for the sake of looking like the smooth bastard I am, when in reality it made me look like a fucking prick. Jealous is what I am, jealous and scared. Jealous of any man that gets to look at her, jealous at how Jeff, who has a girlfriend, looked at her. Scared that she'll never take me back, or worse, fall for someone else. The fact that she could practically have any man on their knees for her and she chose to spend her time with me warmed my heart and worried me at the same time. She can't give up on me. I can't fuck this up one more time, I can't let her slip through my fingertips. I don't just see Dani as a sex partner, and that terrified me. I haven't deeply fallen for anyone in a long time, or at least felt something that was this genuine.

"Sir, we're here." I looked up startled, jumping out of my trance.

"Right, thank you," I said, paying the driver before stepping out of the car.

Ignoring any eye contact from the front desk, my eyes remained focused on the elevator. Stepping inside, I pressed the floor number, and took a step back, thinking about what I was about to say to Dani.