The Bodyguard.

Harry and Zayn have been acting really weird all day. It's making me nervous, like they are planning some kind of prank on me. And Harry will barely talk to me, but he will sneak me dimple filled smiles every now and again. Niall, on the other hand, is all over me today. He's really being a little shit, going from flirting to teasing me in a matter of seconds.
This is the first time I'm hearing any of their songs apart from Little Things. I have to admit, they are pretty good, for a boy band. They have some edge. I'm just sitting at a table in front of the stage with Jackson and the other body guards, shooting the breeze until the boys get done.
“So, how are you liking your job so far, Max?” Craig, Louis' bodyguard asks me. I immediately think of Harry and smile, “I like it, the guys are great and make things fun.” They agree, “Yeah, for being so young and as rich as they are, you would think they would be arseholes. But they aren't.” I giggle at the word arsehole, I'm still getting accustomed to British people.
“I wonder what the deal is with Harry.” Simon, Liam's bodyguard wonders aloud and I tense. “What do you mean?” I ask him nervously. He sighs before answering, “Honestly, Harry used to bring a few girls back a week. One night stands, nothing serious. I don't blame the guy for it, he has girls falling all over him. All of the boys do. I've realized though, he hasn't brought a girl home in a few weeks. It's just unusual, is all.”
“Maybe he met someone.” Jackson pipes up.
“What do you think, Max?” Craig asks me.
I gulp nervously, “Um. Maybe he's just settling down and looking for a more serious relationship?” It came out more as a question than an answer. They all look to be in deep thought about it, they were like a bunch of big buff gossiping girls. Suddenly, Craig's head snaps to me. I can practically see the gears turning in his head.
Fuck. I think he's figuring Harry and I out!
I started to panic, but not a moment later the boys were done with rehearsals. They came over to our table and distracted the men out of their thoughts. Craig seemed to be deterred, for now.
“Let's go out for lunch before the signing. We have a couple hours.” Jackson announced to us all. Niall cheered, “FOOOOD!” I laughed at him, the kid never stops eating. He was like a bottomless pit, I swear.
“We'll have to take two cars.” Craig says. Before we even had to think about who was riding with who, Niall yells, “NO GIRLS ALLOWED IN MY CAR.”
Seeing as I am the only girl here, I flip him off and he sticks his tongue out at me. “Wow, thanks Niall. I love you too.” He grins, “Oh, you love me, huh?” Switching from teasing to flirting, he wraps his arms around my waist and goes for my lips with his. I start laughing, pushing his face away with my hands. I stumble backwards and he stumbles with me. “Niall. Get off of me! I hate you!” He kisses my cheek repeatedly, getting sloppier each time.
“No you don't!”
“I really do!”
“Take a picture with me and I'll let you go. And you can ride with me.” He tells me. I glare at him, “Fine.” He takes out his phone and pulls up the front facing camera. He is kissing my cheek and I'm smiling. It's a cute picture, actually. “Now you have to kiss my cheek.” Niall orders.
“What! That was not the deal.”
“Please?” He pouts and I give in.
He angles the camera and I was wary of him turning his head so I would kiss his lips instead of his cheek, you know that classic trick, but he didn't. Kissing his cheek, he snaps the picture then lets me go.
Thankfully, everyone else was talking amongst themselves during that whole thing. I wipe my cheeks of Niall kisses while he chuckles at me. “Do you have a twitter?” Niall asks me, staring at his phone. “Yeah, but I haven't got on it in a few years. Why?”
“What's your name?” He asks, completely ignoring my question.
“TheMaxinator.”
He just looks at me, “Seriously?” I can feel my cheeks become red, “Um, yeah.”
Then he says to me with the straightest face, “Brilliant name.” I laugh, “Thank you?”
“Okay, now that we have decided what restaurant we are going to, lets get a move on!” Jackson says over all the chatter. We start to move out and I run ahead of everyone while yelling, “NO NIALLER'S ALLOWED IN MY CAR!”
I hear him yell no fair before I run outside and into the second car lined on the curb. A few moments later, Liam and Louis along with their bodyguards join me. “So whats for lunch, bestie?” I ask Liam. “Mexican.” Yum.
After lunch, we head to the book signing at some mall. The amount of girls lined up just to meet the boys for literally five seconds and get their signatures is astounding. Some are even crying. They are just people, jeez.
I'm sitting in a chair semi near the boys table while the other bodyguards are standing on the sides and in back of them looking very intimidating. The girls can get crazy, apparently. I can't stand with them, since I'm pretending to be Liam's childhood friend and not a bodyguard.
An hour later and I'm bored out of my mind. I'm literally just sitting here watching the guys sign things for girls who won't shut the fuck up. Okay, so I'm a little irritated as well. I can't take much more of this. Maybe I can do a bit of shopping since we're in a mall and they obviously don't need me right now. I'm going to ask Jackson.
As I stand, it gives me the perfect view to see a pretty, but kind of slutty blonde slip Harry her number on a piece of paper and wink at him before shaking her ass as she walked away. And he smiled right back, checking her out and stashing the paper in his pocket.
I march up to Jackson, really needing out of here now before I lose my shit. “How much longer are they gonna be?” He keeps his eyes ahead while answering me, “A couple hours.”
“If you don't need me right now, could I put this credit card to good use? We are in a mall.”
“Go ahead, but be back here at 6 sharp.”
“I will, thank you. I don't know how you can stand these girls.” I hear him chuckle before I grab my bag and walk away. As I scan through the racks in each store, all I can think about is that slut slipping Harry her number. Is that how he picks his one night stands? I know the media said he was a man whore, but I didn't think he brought a different girl home every night. Just because you can doesn't mean you should, famous or not. Harry hasn't brought anyone home lately because he's had me, a quick fuck right next door.
Ouch. How's that for a reality check.
I'm mad. No, I'm pissed. I can't believe I didn't realize his ways before. I'm not into man whores. Clearly, this all needs to end. Craig is on our tail and the others aren't far behind, anyway. I shouldn't have even let it get this far. Harry can go back to his band sluts. I'm his personal bodyguard, not his personal slut.
After some therapy shopping, I was back with everyone else by 6 as per instructions. There were only about twenty or so girls left in line. While the guys still looked happy to meet fans, they did look exhausted. I couldn't blame them. I feel really bad for the guards, though.
“I vote for going home and ordering pizza. Anyone else?” Louis suggests. We all tiredly agree with him before gathering our things and exiting the building through the back. This time, it was Harry, Niall, Jackson and I in a car. Nobody spoke the whole ride, everyone was too tired and sucked into their phones. I could feel Harry looking at me from time to time, but I just looked out the window, completely ignoring him.
When we arrived, I began to gather my bags from the trunk. A hand started to help me and I looked up to find it belonged to Harry. I didn't say anything. When we were in my room with the door safely closed, Harry spoke.
“Zayn knows about us.”
I can feel my eyes nearly bulge out of my head, “What! How?” That explains why they were acting weird today.
“When I opened your door this morning, there he was with a knowing smirk on his face. Called me a sly bastard. I tried denying it but he wouldn't have any of it.”
“Fuck!” I curse while sitting on my bed, head in my hands.
“It's okay, he promised he wouldn't tell anyone.” Harry tries to reassure me.
I shake my head, my anger building. “This needs to stop, Harry.”
His face falls, “What? Why?”
“I only agreed to this if we could keep it a secret, and that secret has been spilled.”
“It's only Zayn!”
“You really don't expect him to tell Perrie?”
He didn't have a response to that one. I stand and cross my arms over my chest. “I think the guards are starting to get suspicious too, Harry. I think Craig damn near figured it out at rehearsals.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because they think something is wrong with you. Apparently you used to bring quite a few girls home with you, and then out of nowhere you just stopped. I wonder why that is?” I copped an attitude. I couldn't help it, I was just so angry! That stupid slut keeps popping into my head.
He looks sheepishly at me, blushing slightly. It was cute, but I'm still mad. “I think you should go get yourself a different quick fuck, because I'm no longer available Harry.” I spat harshly.
“You aren't just a quick fuck to me, Max. Why are you so pissed at me right now? So I had some one night stands, that's none of your business and it was before we started anything. It's none of the guards business either.” He's getting riled up. I know I'm not being fair, but I continue anyway.
I walk up to him and reach into his left pocket, pulling out the piece of paper with a certain sluts number on it. “Is this how you choose who is lucky enough to spend the night with the Harry Styles? Sluts slipping you their number at signings?”
He snatches the paper out of my hand angrily, but then comes to a realization. “Holy shit, you're jealous.”
I freeze. “What? N-no I'm not.” I deny.
He smirks, “Yeah, you are. You're jealous that this girl gave me her number today and that I pocketed it. Admit it.”
“There is nothing to admit. You can do whatever or whoever you want, Harry.” I try to convince him. Trying to convince him, or yourself?
“Why are you even jealous, we're only friends with benefits. Remember? Which means I can fuck whoever I want.” He reminds me coldly.
“Then do it! Call Miss Look-at-me-while-I-shake-my-non-existent-ass! Have a fantastic time.”
“Maybe I will! You were all over Niall today and I didn't say shit about it.”
“I was not all over Niall, Niall was all over me just like he always is.”
“Yeah, exactly. Just like he always is. You don't seem to mind much.”
I raise an eyebrow, “Now who's jealous?”
That shuts him up. He breathes in deeply, clenching his jaw tight. Damn, he's sexy when he's pissed.
Shut up! Now is not the time for those thoughts.
Harry whips out his phone and dials the number on the paper. I struggle to keep my mouth from dropping at his audacity. “Hey, Brittany? It's Harry Styles.”
He looks me dead in the eyes, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? Great, I'll see you soon. Bye.” His voice sounds chipper, but his eyes are cold.
“Happy?” he spits at me. I narrow my eyes at him, “Ecstatic.”
He turns around and exits my room, going to his and slamming the door behind him. I close mine quietly before flopping onto my bed.
Just Friends don't get this jealous over each other. I bury my head in my pillows and groan as I realize what this means.
I have serious feelings for Harry Styles.

Notes

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