Pretend It's Ok

Earrings hooked in her ears dangling to her collar bone. Eyes lined with the darkest of blacks giving her cat eyes more intensity and definition. Her lips were coated with a vibrant red giving a perfect shape to her plump lips. Her dark chocolate hair pinned up so that her exotic features could be displayed in all its glory.

Everyone admired her face - seeing as she had looks that were far more different than anyone that had ever entered the modeling industry.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!", she yelled rummaging through the bags underneath the long rectangle tables. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY HEELS?!", she threw the clothes in every which way her hands flung.

"What the...", he fell back slightly half catching the item of clothing that was in his face. He pulled off what looked like a bra causing a smirk to curl up on his lips. "Ahem...", he coughed trying to get her attention. "Gharram.", his voice rose.

She turned looking at the tall figure looming over her. Gharram's eyebrows furrowed up at him. Frustration was clear on her face, "What do you want, Harry?" She asked in a vicious tone - clearly she had been irritated enough.

Her eyes slightly widened at the item of clothing hanging from in between his fingers. The smug grin refused to leave his face, "If this is what I get to see before each of your shows, then I wanna be here more often." She stared at him not pleased. Her blood boiling. Gharram didn't know if she was angry at the fact that he had that sly remark or because he still had the audacity to swing the bra back and forth as if teasing her. "Keep going. Maybe this time I'll score the matching underwear for this."

Gharram got up on her feet snatching the bra out of his hands, "Give me that! I'm in no mood right now, Styles."

"Gramz is feisty today...", Harry pulled her in holding her chest against his making her gasp. "I'm liking this...", his attention was on her parted lips.

Gharram shoved him off her huffing in exhaustion, "I don't have time for your cheesy, whorish, flirty ass!!" She screamed shoving past him.

Harry's eyebrows frowned mouthing the word 'cheesy' a few times to himself.

"Harry as much as I love when you're silent and not causing trouble...I'm going to neeD YOU TO HELP ME FIND MY HEELS!", she turned towards him waving her arms in the air screaming with annoyance, a piece of her bang hanging just above her nose moving in time with her breathing making Gharram look more deranged than she normal would.

"What's going on in her-....", Niall said walking in eyes roaming around the disaster that was Gharram's dressing room. "...ere. What the fuck?", he cussed walking over to where Harry stood.

Harry had been looking in pink boxes that read 'VS Pink', "Did you not hear? It's a major tragedy!" Harry watched as Niall's eyebrows furrowed in concern. Harry's eyes widened lips making an oval shape, "Gharram misplaced her heels."

Niall's eyebrows relaxed. He laughed at Harry's sarcasm. "I don't think you'll find them in there!", he said watching Harry's eyes glitter with excitement at what the black sparkling box contained.

"I found something better than heels.", Harry chuckled deviously picking a pink lacy material in between his long fingers.

Niall's attention turned into pure enjoyment at the intimate clothing in the box Harry had stumbled upon. "This one is...", he held the light blue and nude colored lace thong in his hand. "...perfection. I wanna see this on Demi."

"Oh, me too. I wanna see!!", Harry's eyes were as big as dinner plates at the thought of how Niall's long-time girlfriend's round bum would look in them. "She has a nice...", he cut off his words seeing Niall's expression change. He coughed awkwardly turning his attention back to the box.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!", Gharram's voice startled them making Harry grip the panties tighter to him and smuggling them in his face as if to protect him from danger - Gharram, that is. "Why is that in your hand? Why aren't you helping him, Niall? Why are you two standing there? Why are you looking in thiS BOX? THIS ISN'T WHERE YOU'LL FIND MY HEELS, HAROLD!!", she held a handful of seductive fabric in her hands in an assortment of colors.

"I found my prize, if I find your shoes though...", he waved the lacy material in her face. "I want you to model these for me...privately.", he wiggled his eyebrows at her winking.

Gharram huffed in annoyance grabbing the panties from Harry's grasp, "As if..." She walked over - bumping his shoulder roughly - to where the other boxes were placed cursing loudly at being unsuccessful in her search.

"She's...", Niall couldn't muster up any word to describe her eccentric nature. He observed her animalistic behavior rummaging through the luggage grunting and roaring, "...something."

Harry chuckled flicking a few curls away from his eyes, "I never know what to expect from her." He observed her more closely as she dived into a heap of clothes, "She has me on my toes...constantly."

"I bet.", Niall chuckled at the sight before him. "She scares me when she's angry though.", Niall rose an eyebrow still watching her maniac movements tearing apart what was left of the wardrobe.

"I like that fire about her...", he smirked at his best friend who fell over onto the pile of clothes causing a squeal to escape. "She's far more different than any girl I've ever met."

"Are you two just going to staND THERE AND WATCH ME??", she threw her arms out in frustration. Her hair now a mess.

Harry and Niall were startled again by her powerful voice. Quickly, they moved from their positions aiding her in her search by unzipping cases, unlocking boxes and unwrapping bags.

Harry and Gharram's friendship was never judged or misinterpreted by the fans. They were simply friends.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Sure there were intense stare downs, but that was only when they were drunk or when Harry was being...well, Harry!

In Hollywood, their friendship was one that couldn't be broken by just anyone. The media wanted to ignite some kind of rivalry between the two, but it would just backfire all together. In fact, a few times Harry and Gharram would hold each other and grasp each other as if they were a real couple just to throw off all the paps. The Directioners never have had anything against the 'bromance' seeing as it was just a bromance...sort of.

They loved Gharram and her wild personality. She gave the Directioners confidence in embracing their insecurities and obtain a wild persona. They loved the chemistry between them two. Directioners praised at just how out spoken she was and how she never cared for what people thought of her. Gharram said what she wanted and never regretted a thing.

What was the point of living, if one couldn't express themself?

Gharram held a firm hand. She was strict with her regulations that she had given herself when entering high school.

1. Never would she ever let anyone push her around. Gharram was a fighter. She never did much talking when it came to disagreements. Gharram was the type to just swing at whomever had it coming.

2. She wouldn't let anyone tell her what to do - her parents an exception of course. Gharram wasn't a rebel, but she wasn't some goody good girl either. With the exception of grades, Gharram did as she pleased.

3. Gharram wouldn't let anyone control what she said. Hence her colorful language that Niall adored so much. A woman can be just as rowdy as a man. If you didn't like what came out of her mouth, she didn't give a shit. She spoke her mind whether it hurt your feelings or not.

4. Gharram also wasn't going to let the word 'love' slip from her mouth to someone who wasn't Melinda or her family. The word frightened her. Hearing it in songs and movies was enough for her. She wasn't really a believer in it. Gharram never really experienced what true love felt like. She only knew betrayal.

She set boundaries with Harry from the beginning. He agreed and understood without questioning her boundaries. Gharram knew right from the start that Harry could be trusted with most things. She was the type that never gave herself into anyone one hundred percent. Sometimes, she would hold back some things from Melinda. It wasn't that she didn't trust Melinda, no, she just never felt it was important to fully express her emotions. Gharram wanted to live freely without having to worry. She never wanted to be a burden on people. Gharram wanted to breathe easy without having to give a damn.

She always just seemed to let go...

"FOUND THEM!", she sprang up from the table. Holding the black platform, red-bottom heels in her hand, she danced her way to a dozed off Harry.

Once near the two tall lean men, Gharram held onto Harry for support as she slipped her feet into the high heeled pumps. She could feel his muscles tense underneath her tight grasp. Part of her knew he did it on purpose. The other part ignored him - knowing that attention is exactly what Harry craved from her. She never really understood why he would want it so badly from her. He was the only one that she ever danced with when clubbing and drank with until she couldn't feel her feet.

Harry was a fan of models. Everyone was aware of that and everyone was well aware that he was intrigued by a certain Indian model. Which is why he still had that hope of bending her rules a bit.

The sensation shot electrical currents up and down her arm in an incredibly rapid rate. Her heart pounded against her chest. A form of excitement built up into Gharram's chest as her hand slid down his arm grabbing for more support. Was it support she was looking for anymore? Gharram tried not to make it obvious, but that was a fail. She could sense a smirking Harry linger above her.

"I think you're getting a tad comfortable.", he whispered in her ear the coolness of his minty breath brushing her cheek. "But I won't stop you.", he winked at her sending shivers down her spine.

Gharram stared up into his mint green glittering eyes. She was captivated by how vibrant and pale the color was. How can a tint be so dull, yet carry so much vibrance? Gharram had been fixated - almost in a trance. His eyebrows tightening into a firm line as his smirk grew. He knew he had an effect on her. Harry then let it all sink in that he had made her feel something other than happy. Never would he ever think the day would come, when Gharram would start giving into him. She was frozen. As if pondering...debating if she should pounce Harry now or later. He could see the tint of gray in her honey eyes grow with every inch disappearing between their bodies.

"We have to get going.", she absent-mindedly said still gaping into his eyes. Gharram shook her head slightly breaking free of his spell, "Drinks on you for not finding my heels." She walked out hurriedly careful not to fall over.

"What was that about?", Liam walked in almost bumping into Gharram in the hallway.

Niall laughed, "Harry is trying to sleep with her."

"Harry!", Liam gasped.

Harry lightly pushed Niall, "No, I'm not!" He nudged him slightly, "Or am I?"

"HARRY!", Gharram screamed down the hall. "GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS HERE NOW!"

"That's my cue...", he said laughing with the other two walking out the disaster filled room.

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