The Artist

It had been about 2 weeks, and nothing was going right.
The tour hadn't started yet.
And Asher and Harry weren't getting along at all.

Asher was sitting in her room, on her computer, when Harry burst in.

"Where is my other shoe?"

Asher raised an eyebrow,
"Which one?"

"The leather on- Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Asher!!"

"I don't!!"

Harry groaned and walked in her room more, and started throwing stuff around.

"Harold, get the hell out of my room!!"

He turned his head to her, giving her a glare.
"One, I'm not leaving until you give it to me,
and two, stop calling me that."

Asher grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out of her room,
"You have other shoes!!"

"But I want those shoes today!!"

"Ugh!!" she groaned,
"Get OUT!"

Harry turned around and growled,
"No!!"

"Get OUT, before I make you!"

"I'd like to see you try."
he challenged.

Asher jumped on his back and put him in a headlock,
"OUT!!"

Harry tried to shake her off,
"Get off of me, psycho!!!"

"Get out of my room!!"

Harry fell back on her bed, squishing her under him.

She made a struggling noise,
"Guhhh"

At that moment Simon walked in,
"Hey Asher, could you do me a-"
He saw Harry laying on Asher backwards, with him in a headlock.
"What are you two DOING??"

Asher growled,
"He won't get off of me!!!"

Harry butted in,
"She took my shoes!"

Simon ran out of the room.

Harry sat up, and Asher let him go.. slowly.

"Uhm... that was odd..."
Harry admitted.

"Yeah.."

He ran back in,
"Until the both of you get along, I'm going to take drastic measures."

Harry and Asher both said the same thing,
"What?"

Simon quickly took their wrists and handcuffed them together, closing the handcuffs and backing up.

Asher pulled her hand away from Harry's, dragging his hand to her,
"What the hell, Simon?!?!?"

Harry pulled their hands back,
"This isn't even funny, Simon."

Simon frowned, "You two have been arguing since the moment Asher arrived. Until you learn to accept your differences, the both of you will stay handcuffed.

Harry and Asher looked at each other with disgust, and Asher spoke up,
"What about our concert??"

"And what if that we have to go to the bathroom?? Or sleep??"

Asher glared at Harry,
"Seriously, THAT'S what you're worried about??"

"It's a big issue, okay??"

Asher huffed and pulled her hand away, pulling Harry's hand as well,
"Okay, we get it, Simon. Just.. uncuff us!!"

"It doesn't work like that. The both of you will HAVE to become friends at some time. Now, I have a meeting to attend."
Simon approached them, gave them each a pat on the head, and walked out of the room, and down the stairs.

Asher stood up and tried to go after him, and Harry fell off the bed, because it was unexpected, her pulling forward so fast.
When Harry fell on the floor, Asher was yanked backwards and landed on top of him.

"Get off!!"
He shoved her off, pulling his hand with her.

Asher got off and slapped him,
"Stop!!"

Harry held up one of his arms in defense, Asher didn't stop hitting him,
"Just stop!!! Stop being a self-obsessed jerk that doesn't care about ANYONE around him!!"

"I do care!!"
he held her hands to stop her from hitting him again.

"Then why don't you show it?? You don't ever show it, Harry!"

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"No you're not."
She folded her arms, and Harry's arm hung out near her torso.

Harry sighed, "Fine. Whatever."

Niall walked into the room,
"So.. Simon wasn't telling us a lie.. you two really are handcuffed together..."
he started laughing like crazy,
"Oh, this is just priceless.."
Niall walked out of the room,
"Guys, he wasn't lying!!"
He said, in between laughing.

Asher shook her head,
"Great. Just, GREAT. Now we're stuck like this."

They heard Paul down the hall,
"Boys, you have a signing at 4! Start getting ready!"

Harry's mouth dropped open and stared at the handcuffs,
"I... I can't go to the signing like this!!"

Asher furrowed her brow,
"And how do you think I feel??"

Harry got up, and was about to walk out of the room, when Asher fell forward and landed on her stomach.
"Ouch!!!"

He turned around, and made a face,
"Oops... Sorry."
He picked her up, and she hit him,

"Put me down, Harry!!"

He frowned and set her on her feet.
"Then come on!"

Asher groaned and stumbled behind the fast-walking Harry,
"Slow down!"

He slowed to a walk and pulled her into his room.

"OH NO, I'm NOT watching you dress!!"

He looked around the room, and grabbed a dressing rack, and slid it between them,
"There."

She sighed rolled her eyes, her hand being yanked right to left.
"Having trouble..?"

"No, I'm almost done."
He stepped out from behind the wall, fully dressed.

"Alright, let's go."
She was already dressed, she had gotten ready earlier that day when she woke up.

"Fine."

They both walked down the stairs, with effort, and out the door.

Paul cleared his throat before they got into the paparazzi's viewing range.
"It might not be a good idea to let everyone know you two are handcuffed together..."

"Well, Paul, what do you have in mind?"
Asher put her free hand on her hip, waiting for a brilliant idea.

"You two.."
He stopped and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You two are going to... have to act like you're a couple."

Asher made a face of disgust and stepped back, "And how, exactly, do you propose we do that?"

Paul sighed, and straightened his collar, knowing Asher's reaction wouldn't be good.
"You're going to.. have to hold hands..."

Notes

OOOOOOHHHH HOLDING HANDSSSSS

They're my OTP now, even if they're not a couple... so... yeah don't judge me..\

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