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The Sextet

Chapter Eight

I wrap the coat around my shoulders, trying to block the wind threatening to bury me in coldness. I wrap the scarf around my hand and bury my head under the hat as I hear a paparazzi camera click. Duh, I'll be on the "Worst Celiberty Clothes"
part of their magazine. No doubt about it.
Click, click.

Stop flashing me-
Oh wait, they're flashing Harry, who's next to me.
Wait a second.

"Oh, hey, Marilyn!" He greets me in his usual, fake perky voice he uses when he greets me. But it sounds.. more.. soft. Different.
"Go away, Dark Lord."

"Don't be like that."
"Why the hell not?" I spit.
"Well, I did kiss you a couple days ago."

I pause.
"So?" I reply slowly as a smirk spreads across his lips.
"Do you think that was accidental?"

I don't reply. He takes a step forward and lowers his voice to a softer whisper.
"It wasn't."

I look up and my dull, brown eyes meet his.
I hear a click again. #papsaretwats.

"You're an arse."

We hold each other's gaze for a moment. Then he swipes his head back and my face flushes crimson.

Ugh. I was so close to kissing him.. again.

The paparazzi mutter disappointingly. Good. I've had enough of them.

"Leave me alone."
"Okay then." He grins and skips ahead of me.

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"Merry Christmas, Marilyn!" Rachel gushes as she kisses me on both cheeks as I enter the studio. I stumble back and see the rest of the boys in front of me.

I hear all the greets of 'Merry Christmas', 'Happy Holidays,' 'Happy New Year,' all of that.
"Enough of that, let's get into the studio!" Rachel rushes us in.

The music fills my ears and I lock eyes with Harry, who winks at me, and starts.

Better than words
But more than a feeling (ow)
Crazy in love
Dancing on the ceiling

Liam continues.

Every time we touch
I'm all shook up
You make me wanna...
How deep is your love
God only knows, baby

Woo
I don't know how else to sum it up
'Cause words ain't good enough, ow
There's no way I can explain your love, no
Ah, woo
I don't know how else to sum it up
'Cause words ain't good enough, ow
I can't explain your love, no

It's better than words

*AFTER THE RECORDING*

"Merry Christmas!" I laugh one more time to nobody in perticular as everyone says their goodbyes for the holidays.
I shoot a quick glance at Niall, who's got his arm around Kaylin's- waist?

Disgusting.
I gag and Rachel looks at me and asks, "what's wrong?"
"I'm-fine." I wave off.

That was disgusting! Ugh.
"Merry Christmas!" I call again, then head out of the door, ready to celebrate.