Author's Note: Two chapters in one day, loves! I felt bad since the last chapter was a bit short.
I'm about ten chapters into writing this story now, and I can't stop. This pairing is INTRIGUING, y'all!
Please let me know what you think :)
Chapter 4: Cold Shoulder
Harry's heart fluttered again as he saw the group walk into the afterparty. He had a feeling he would see them there, as Jennifer Lopez' party was the one that everyone was buzzing about, but he was relieved all the same.
"You're just downright embarrassing, mate," Liam laughed.
"What?" he snapped his head to look at his friend, who was laughing... laughing at him.
"I didn't even have to look at the door to know who you were watching. Your face said it all," he snickered as he took a sip of his drink.
"I don't know what you mean." Harry was annoyed, now.
"Hey, he's a nice guy. Pretty, too, just like you. Go for it, lad."
Harry almost did. He almost left Liam right there in the corner to go greet the group. He hadn't been able to congratulate them, yet, and he wanted any excuse to get rid of Liam and Niall right now. Acting like they knew everything. Annoying.
Just as he attempted to retort, Ariana Grande approached them.
"Your performance was everything tonight," she said, reaching out to hug him.
"Thank you, love. Yours was actually everything, though," Harry smiled back. "And congratulations on the win. I never doubted you would take that one home."
"Thank you!" she replied. "Yours was well-deserved too. But your performance was honestly my favorite of the night."
What are you, deaf? Harry thought. There was a clear best tonight, and it certainly wasn't either of us.
"Thank you, but you're too kind. There were so many good performers tonight." Harry settled on that response, instead.
They continued to engage in small talk. Harry liked Ariana, he really did. But he had more important things to do. One of them was to get Scott's damn number.
Harry spent the next 45 minutes watching Scott out of the corner of his eye as he himself got stuck in conversation after conversation.
Now, he couldn't find him. He started to panic. He didn't see any of them. Did they leave? Already?
His gaze landed on Scott a moment later and he breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling was short-lived, however, when he saw who Scott was laughing with.
Sam Smith.
Well, that can't be good.
Sam was touching him. They kept reaching out to grab his arm, and each time it killed Harry more and more. Scott looked content, smirking and leaning in close as they talked. Harry nearly lost it when Scott threw his head back with laughter.
Knowing he needed to keep his own conversation going in order to prevent total embarrassment, he threw in short responses every few moments. Luckily, he happened to be talking to one of the most narcissistic singers in the industry in that moment, who shall remain nameless, and she hadn't realized that he was paying literally zero attention to her long-winded story of how she wrote her latest ballad while drinking three bottles of wine in her bathtub.
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