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Chapter 8

"Bye Ari." Harry waves walking out the door.

"Whatever." I mumble, not in a good mood. He rolls his eyes and leaves for the interview.

Tomorrow we leave for tour. I am Not excited. El leaves back to L.A. tonight, after the interview. I wish I was going with her. I really do. I've been here for a week, and am ready to give up. This is so stupid. I hate being Harry's girlfriend, even if it is fake.

I sigh. There is absolutely nothing to do here. I'm bored out of my mind. I play a few games on my phone, check twitter and instagram, but mostly just sit on the couch, going insane.

After an hour of doing nothing, I decide to watch the last little bit of the interview. I turn on the tv and go to the channel Harry told me.The boys are sitting on a really long couch, with the interviewer across from them. Zayn is finishing up something about the tour.

"So," the interviewer starts. "It seems we only have time for one last question. Which of you are in a relationship?"

I bite my lip. Here it comes. Me and Harry have been in the news several more times this week, but this is it. This is where it becomes official.

"Girlfriend." Liam says on the screen.

"Girlfriend." Louis replies.

"Girlfriend." Niall repeats.

"Engaged." Zayn shows off the ring on his finger.

I bit my lip so hard it starts to bleed. I ignore it. Harry's turn. He looks directly into the camera and smiles.

"Girlfriend."

I grab the remote and turn off the tv. I don't know why I'm so mad. I knew it was coming. I guess a part of me hoped that it wasn't true, that he would say "single" and I could go home. But that's not what happened.

My phone beeps, and I pull it out of ny pocket. My twitter is blowing up. I check a few of the tweets. Almost all are about Harry, and the interview.

I put my phone away. I don't even want to look at it. I sit there on the couch not doing anything. I guess there's no going back. I'm his girlfriend. The whole world knows it.

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"Hey babe." Harry and Louis walk through the door. I mentally groan. I was hopimg it was just him so I don't have to talk to him. But since Louis is here, I get up off the couch and hug him.

"How was the interview?" I ask, after hugging him.

"Wonderful." He replies. He looks at my lips. "Your lips are bleeding." He points out.

I run my tongue over my bottom lip. I taste the blood. "Yeah, I have a habit of biting my lip."

"Well, I gotta go. Bye Harry, bye Ari." Louis waves and leaves.

"Bye Louis!" I call. I sigh, he's finally gone.

"What did you do while I was gone?" Harry opens the fridge and pulls out a water bottle.

"Why do you care?" I spit. He doesn't have to pretend now. Louis is gone.

"Geez, I was just asking." He backs off.

My phone starts to play Burn by Ellie Goulding, my ringtone. I answer it.

"Ari!" El says my name cheerfully on the other line.

"What do you want?" I'm not in the mood to talk to her. She's leaving tonight, and not taking me with her.

"I just wanted to say congratulations on the new boyfriend." She smirks. I can just imagine her face right now. She's probably having the time of her life torturing me.

"Shut up El." I tell her bitterly.

"Whatever then. I'm on my way to the airport and called to say goodbye." She says, more seriously.

"Bye." I hang up without another word. I'm so done with her.I mean seriously, what kind of person does this?

"You know, you should probably be nicer to her." Harry speaks up, screwing the lid on his water bottle.

"What?" Did he just say I should be niceer to El? Who does he think he is?

"I said you should be nicer to her." He repeats. Ignoring my anger.

"Why do you care?"

"I'm just saying, she's nice to you, and she does a lot for you, maybe you don't have to be such a bitch all the time."

He's such a dick. I absolutely hate him. "You think it was nice of her to tell me I have to be some dick's girlfriend, with out me even having any kind of choice?" I'm on the brink of yelling. I'm trying my hardest not to. I want to be as mature as possible.

"Well you think I wanted to be some bitch's girlfriend? No, I didn't. But Simon and Paul said I needed to, so I did because they know what's best for me. I'm just saying, maybe you should listen for once.

I have to mentally hold myself back from hitting him. "Well, you don't know me, and you can't tell me what to do!" I shout. I don't even care about being mature any more. Screw it.

"No, I can't. I'm just giving you suggestions. And maybe if you listened to them, more people would like you." He stays calm. How can he stay calm? I wish I could do that. I push the thought from my head. No I don't wish I was like Harry at all.

"Plenty of people like me!" I shout. I have a lot of fans. They like me.

"But do they really know you?"

I think abou it. No, they don't really know me. I don't have a response so I just yell, "Shut up and leave me alone!"

"I'm just trying to help." He shouts. He doesn't shout because he's angry, it's more like he's just trying to get his point across.

"I don't need your help!" I scream. I don't need his help. I don't need anyone's help. Not his, not El's, no one's.

"Actually, most people would say you do." He argues. He's such a douchebag. I hate him. I really do.

I walk up to his face. I lower my voice, to sound serious. I'm only inches away from him and I say, "I don't need you, or your help. Just leave me alone." I try to sound as intimidating as I can. Since I'm two inches shorter, and kind of petite, it doesn't really work.

What happens next is totally unexpected. I would have never imagined, in a million years, Harry grabbing me around the waist and kissing me.

He puts his arms around me pushes his lips against mine. I'm too stunned to stop him. He kisses me for three seconds then pulls away.

He smiles at me. Not a happy smile, but a mischevious one.

I bring my hand up, and slap him across the face.