Who was the real Harry Styles? It was hard to know, because I knew him for a month.
'Are you still mad?' - He said, this time more serious.
'How can I be mad?' - I laughed again and poked him in the ribs.
'Is everything okay?' - The teacher came to us and broke our banter.
'Yes, she's wonderful.' - Harry smiled and winked at me.
I couldn't keep my laugh and turned to the other side. When the teacher went to the other group, there was an awkward silence between us. What was next? I cared about him and he was feeling the same way, I think.
'What is your idea? '- He said, interrupting my thoughts.
'Simple black and white portraits, typical male shoot.'- I wasn't sure yet, but that was my initial idea.
'I agree, but I don't know how to pose. I think I'm the worst model.'- He complained.
'You can't be that bad, I'll help you.'- He smiled and I pointed him where to stand. -'Now look up.'
He looked up at the ceiling, and I started to laugh.
'Whaaat?' - He asked, indignantly.
'Up to the light.' - I approached him, touched his cheekbone and lift his head toward the light.
His eyes were on me. When I touched him, he twitched slightly, but then relaxed his body. His smile showed slightly on his face, but then he frowned. Harry slowly put his hand on mine and stroked it with his thumb.
'That's right.'- I said and pulled my wrist.
I took the camera and slowly began taking pictures.
'Look at me!' - I shouted a little, and he moved his gaze on me again.
His eyes were speaking, speaking so much about him and what he was hiding. There was so much pain in them.
'More cheerful, Harry!' - I gave him directions.
"I'm trying to be serious! '- He said, standing in an awkward pose.
'We will see that!' - I told him and started making weird faces.
The result was on, Harry began to smile, and then burst out laughing. Each picture was precious, perfect and true.
Time passed quickly, one hour spent with him was ... awesome.
'Well, I'm glad you chose me to be your model!' - He said with a slight smile.
'I couldn't say no, you insisted!' - I laughed, while putting my camera in the bag.
'See you tomorrow!' - He said, standing next to me.
'Yes, till tomorrow!' - I reached forward, but instead he gave me a hug. I couldn't move my hands because his grip was so tight. - 'I can't breathe!'
'I'm sorry' - he said, dropping me. - 'Don't be late tomorrow, I will rehearse my lovely smile.'
I smiled and went out of the studio, waving for goodbye. Bella left earlier because she was hurrying for her favorite TV series-Pretty little liars.
It was cold outside but for me it was an ordinary London night. I decided to walk, my apartment was an hour away. It was necessary to collect my thoughts. What was happening? I didn't want to go into an adventure, because my mission was to become a photographer, not to fall in love with a world famous singer. To fall in love? I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. I shouldn't fall in love with him. He was different, I was different too. But I cared for him, and that was be a big problem for me.
I arrived in front of the building and slowly got into the elevator. My phone rang, I pulled it from the bag and without looking, I answered the call.
'Emma?'- It was Harry.
'You can't live without me.' - I joked inappropriate.
'There is a problem, our pictures are on the internet and in the papers tomorrow. "- I froze in place. I forgot about the pictures.
'My God.' - I was speechless.
'Don't worry, everything will be okay. I'll fix things, just relax.'- He tried to calm me down and made ​​a promise, which I didn't understand. Before I could say anything, he hung up.
I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. My heart began to beat fast when I saw... The mirror in the hallway was broken, there were drops of blood on the floor. What had happened here? I stepped slowly into the living room where Jace was sitting on the couch.
'Jace? '- I asked anxiously.
He turned and his face was furiously. My eyes caught his laptop, there were the pictures with Harry.
'I ...'- My voice trailed off. - 'It isn't what it seems.'
'What is it then? "- He shouted, his voice reverberated. My whole body began to tremble. I had never seen him in this condition, there was alcohol on the table. I was scared.
'Harry Styles' new lover is an ordinary girl. Harry Styles is dating a saleswoman. Harry Styles and the poor girl.'- He quoted the titles of the articles out loud and slowly approached, looking me straight in the eye.
"He helped me ... '- I tried to explain, but something stopped me. Everything went black, as if something fell on me. I opened my eyes and realized I was on the ground.
'Shut up!' - He yelled again.
I couldn't believe that Jace hit me. My brother hit me, hurting me for no reason. I started to cry because of his action. Before I could do or say something, he lifted me up and grabbed my shoulders.
'What do you want? To be his whore? We came to London for this, eh?'- He asked me, but I couldn't look him in the eyes. Not after what he did to me. - 'Look at me!'
'If you meet him again, you'll go back home and be a housewife, right?'- He screamed in my face, and I nodded.
He released me, and I stayed on the ground. Jace left the room without saying anything.