"Thanks, James." I muttered as he parked the car. "Stop thanking me! I have a bunch of other people "THANKING ME FOR MAKING MY LIFE COMPLETE" at the movie premiere tonight."
"Yeah, bring me back a boy, will you?"
"On it."
I get out of the car, and as James drives away, I'm greeted with none other then.. Kaylin. My worst enemy A.K.A worst person on the planet..
"I hate your shirt, weirdo."

"Hello to you, too." I roll my eyes.
She catches up to me as I rush upstairs.
"Where are you going? Your Mother's not going to give you a record deal with One Direc-" Damn it!
"What? What One Direction!? TELL ME OR YOU DIE!"
"UGH, WHY DID i BRING THIS UP!?" I groan. When it comes to One Direction she's an expert.
"I'm singing with them." I say tiredly as we step off the elevator.
I don't like being greeted with a head of curly hair and a head of blonde hair.
"OH MY GOD YOU'RE HARRY STYLES AND NIALL HORAN!" She squeals.

"NIALL, RUN!" I yell.
"Not you, Harry. KAYLIN TACKLE STYLES!"

He has just enough time to shoot me a dirty look until he is tackled by Ms. Shithead (Kaylin's nickname) and is going to die.
Rachel walks in.
"Oh, Kaylin, please get off the Dark Lord!" I say in a high pitched tone.. to seem like I care.

"In the studio. Curly - I mean, Harry -"
I snort but hide it behind a cough.

Rachel gives me a look.
Harry chuckles and throws his arm over my shoulders. I wince. "Off of me, you fiend!"
"You know you like it, Marilyn." He winks.
"Off of me, you curly bastard!"
"Do you have a list of nicknames for me?"

"Rachel!" I whine.
"I think it's a good way to get over the hate!" She informs me with a big smile.
Not the lying smile she uses. She means it. Ugh.

5 seconds later, Kaylin cries on the stool about how she's not in the studio. Actually, I do have a list of nicknames for everyone. Right now she's Blubbering Brat.

Spoiled Female Dog.
Idiot In Girl Form.
That ones bad; better cross it out;

"PLAY THE MUSIC!"

"Can't ever get it right,
No matter how hard I try..
And I've tried"

"Well you put up a good fight,
but your words cut like knives
and I'm tired..
As you break my heart again this time

"Tell me I'm a screwed up mess!"
"That I never listen!"
"Tell me you don't want my kiss!
That you need your distance, distace!"

I continue the next line, because, quite frankly, I damn have to.
"Tell me anything but don't
tell me he's what your missing, baby!"

"If he's the reason you're leaving me tonight
Spare me what you think.."

"And tell me a lie..
Well you're the charming type
That little twinkle in your eye
gets me every time"

Then when I see Dexter, my face turns into a big smile. I wave at him and he grins and waves back.
Dexter is my boyfriend and he'll be what Harry never was. He helped me through the
heartbreak.. and the first kiss didn't give me fireworks and butterflies but it was
good enough.
Harry looks at me. "What?" I mouth.
He sets his jaw and continues to sing, but he has a sort of hurt tone.

"Oh and there must have been a time..
That I was the reason for that smile..
So keep in mind.."

After the song, I stumble out of the studio into Dexter's arms. "Hey, Marilyn." He whispers as he
leans down to give me a kiss.
I can hear the footsteps before I know who's there.
"Styles?"
"Harrison?"
"Why is an asshole like you in a band?" Dexter spits. I turn around.
Harry's expression isn't happy and teasing anymore. He has a straight face that is trying to recover from hurt.
"Excuse me? Unlike you, I have talent. Can I talk to Marilyn, and what're you doing with her?"
"What're you saying, Curly, I'm her fucking boyfriend, you twit, and why don't you scurry off to join your little-"

"Dexter, don't."
Harry stares at me for a second.
"Yeah, tell me."
He clentches his fists. He glances at Dexter.
"Nevermind." He says, his voice cracking.

He turns around, but I catch him when he mutters, "You could at least tell me a lie."

Notes

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Thank you humans who enjoy this story.. sorry for not updating.. D:
Schoolwork and baysitting my annoying cousin WHO'S ABOUT TO CLOSE THE LAPTOP LID..