S T A R B O U N D

Home Wrecker

~SWEARING~

I forced a smile on my face and went out to greet Harry. Cole started to speak "See I told you you'd be surprised you listen to Harry's music right?"

"Yeah he's one of my favorite artist actually." I took his hand he was holding out for me to shake. He had no shock or concern in his face at all. It was like he had never met me before. I see acting runs in the family. 

"Yeah I actually saw Layne earlier at the store I helped her out with this bloke who was harassing her." Harry said.

"Oh well that was nice of you. Layne you never told me the nice guy who helped you was Harry." He looked at me and my stomach felt queasy. 

"It didn't seem important at the time. How come you didn't tell me your brother was Harry Styles." My voice started to crack. Hopefully he just thought I was nervous cause Harry was a big star, hopefully.

"Well I didn't want you to like him better than me." He joked. Him and Harry started laughing. But I didn't find it very funny. I nervously chuckled as to not seem awkward and we all sat down and talked about Cole and Harry's childhood. Harry then invited us to his concert tomorrow. I pulled out the tickets he had gave me earlier and Cole agreed for us to go. 

We all went to bed around eleven. Cole once again wrapped his arms around me and I went to sleep. I was awaken in a dream. I turned over to look at Cole beside me but instead Harry was there to greet me. He kissed me and I asked "Wait we can't do this where's Cole?"

"Cole? My brother Cole? Honey he's shooting a movie in LA right now."

"But I don't want to cheat on him this is wrong."

"Cheat? Your dating me Layne I'm your boyfriend. I have been for three years."

I finally was able to wake up for real this time. My heart was beating and a cold sweat incased my entire body. I checked to see if Cole was beside me and he was. He shifted in the bed as my sudden movement must have disturbed him. I carefully layed back down to not wake him up. This can't happen I thought. I need to tell him. I can't even start thinking about Harry in that way let alone have dreams about him. I tried to go back to sleep fearful of having another dream about Harry.

The next morning Cole woke me up. I pinched my hand to make sure I was actually awake this time. He told me to get dressed, since the concert starts at six Harry needs to start preparing now. So I get to spend a whole day with both of them. This should be fun.

I went out into the kitchen and Harry had made chocolate chip pancakes for all of us. "Hey Layne! Cole told me these were your favorite so I thought I'd make them." He winked at me and I felt gross. Like a mistress, I hated this feeling. All I wanted was for him to leave. He wasn't Harry Styles my favorite singer anymore. He was Cole's brother the home wrecker.

I ate the pancakes with a slump and a pouty lip. Knowing what the day ahead had to bring. I swear if he tries anything he's dead. After breakfast I went into the closet and put on a nice pair of jeans with a Gucci belt. (dating an actor comes with it's perks) I then found a nice light blue crop top with a sunflower across the chest and threw that on. I finished it off with a silver necklace and put my hair into two space buns. 

I exited the bedroom and immediately felt eyes on me. Both Harry and Cole were looking at me in awe. "Baby you look so pretty." Cole spoke.

"Dazzling I'd say." Harry winked in my direction.

Ignoring Harry's comment I thanked Cole and gave him a big hug. We stayed in each others company for a bit. Which seemed to make Harry jealous as I could hear a huff from across the room.

Harry's POV

I stare at her from across the room. I need to be with her. Seeing her hug my own brother pains me inside. Cole's never been my favorite family member but this takes my hatred a step further. I let out a sigh. She couldn't even fucking appreciate my compliment. Maybe she's scared. Scared that her love for me would shine through if she acknowledged it. 

I walked across the room and grabbed my keys. "Come on guys we need to make a couple stops before my concert." My tone was angry and they could tell but at this point I didn't really give a shit. Most would say I'm an ass for not being happy for my brother. But I've never felt this way with anyone before. After getting cheated on I never looked at another girl the same. She's different and pure. The kind of girl that would wait for you to tie your shoes, while the others walk ahead.

I hop in the drivers seat forcing Cole to sit in the back. I need to touch her and feel her under my hands again. I slip my hand on her thigh squeezing it. She glares at me and slaps it away. How could she. Did our kiss mean nothing to her! SHES JUST GONNA USE ME FOR PROTECTION AGAINST HARRASERS AND LEAVE ME ON THE SIDE TO ROT. My heart yearns for her.

I start to tear up in frustration luckily no one noticed. We pull up to the trailer park where the rest of my team is. This is going to be a long day. 

Layne's POV

Harry seems more aggressive than usual. It scares me. Did he really not have that much self control? Couldn't he keep it in his pants long enough to get through the day without groping my thigh? Disgusting. He leads me and Cole into a trailer where a lady with curly pastel pink hair greets us. "Hello my name's Lyra I'm Harry's stylist nice to meet you." She brings us into a hug. Her Irish accent catches me off guard. Very forward this one. First, she sits Harry down and questions him to see what kind of vibe he wants his outfit to be. He decides on a lilac suit completed with white boots and a sparkly black collard shirt underneath. 

Next was my turn this was exiting. I had never had my own personal stylist before. "Oh I didn't realize you had an outfit for me as well." I say surprised.

"Oh of course Harry called and asked me to put some outfits together for you." Lyra says. She proceeds to pull out a floral patterned purple skirt. With a white tied top. She looks down at my beat up air forces and goes into the closet. Rummaging through she finds some black heeled sparkly boots. To match Harry's outfit of course.

She then moves on to Cole. Lyra wasn't planning on styling him to but he seemed exited so she was able to find something for him. Cole and Harry are relatively the same size so it worked out. For him she picks out a nice pair of mustard colored plaid pants. With a matching blazer and a white button up shirt. He looks so handsome in his fancy attire. I smile and look at him with a glimmer in my eye. Walking over to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. I again hear Harry's huff from across the room. We go into a different trailer across the way. Judging by the looks of it it seems to be the makeup room

Here we are greeted by a lovely makeup artist named Devon. He had gorgeous gold makeup on his eyes and I knew he had to be good. I sat down as he gave me a purple themed eye look and touched up my face makeup. While another lady fixed my space buns to look more professional. 

They did some light makeup on Harry and some highlighter on Cole to make him feel included. I look over at the bench in a corner of the room and see a bucket filled with chocolates and roses. I go to inspect while no one was looking. A note inside read "To Layne, I have never met someone as sweet and beautiful as you. My heart skips every time I think of you. I know we just met but I wanted to ask. Will you be my girlfriend?" I gasped which caught the attention of the boys. Harry glared at me looking very uncomfortable while Cole snatched the note out of my hands.

Cole read the note in disgust. "How could you Harry. Layne did you know about this?" he looks towards me.

"No Cole I swear nothings happened."

Harry speaks up. "Oh so that kiss was nothing Layne! You told me you were single so I thought I'd try and make a move. But I guess you lied to both of us." 

I try to think back to the day me and Harry met. I never told him I was single. Then it hit me that question he asked. The one I didn't hear at first. I nodded and smiled he must have asked if I was single then. This is all a mess. I look up to Harry and Cole arguing. Yelling in my direction. My knees felt weak. I dropped to the floor and started breathing heavily. Gasping for air I no longer felt safe.