One Love

Ten minutes. It hasn't even been ten minutes and Liam and I have already gotten into a fight. Shocker. Excuse me for throwing myself at him. I really don't want to argue with him, but he shouldn't have stormed out like that. Now what am I gonna do all day? I have a few hours before I'm supposed to meet the boys' stylist at the venue to pick out an outfit. I think I'll go lounge by the pool.
*Five Hours Later*
When I arrive at the venue around 3:30 I can tell that I am one of the few people here. One of the few things I truly enjoy about going to these events is getting all dressed up. Caroline Watson does an exquisite job. She never fails to make me look like a princess. After an hour of trying on dress after dress her and I finally chose a plum purple dress, with the top entirely made of lace, with ruching from the waist down. It's absolutely gorgeous. Now I have to sit around and wait while she adds the finishing touches. Liam isn't here yet, and even if he was it's not like he would be speaking to me. I let out a huge sigh while sitting on the tiny couch in my dressing room. All of the sudden there's a knock at the door. Who could that be?
"Come in" I say curiously.
I am surprised when I see Harry standing before me.
"Hey, I thought I'd come and keep you company." - H
"Yeah come in, sit." - E
"So where's Liam?" - H
"I don't know." - E
"What's wrong?" - H
"Nothing...well I don't really know, him and I have been fighting a lot lately." - E
"Why?" - H
"I have no idea. It's all over dumb stuff. I thought we were fine and then when I got here this morning me being the idiot I am threw myself at him, and he just completely rejected me." - E
"What the fuck. He's being stupid because if I were him I would never be able to keep my hands off of you." - H
For some reason, I feel myself turn red he says this.
"Thanks Harry, maybe I should date you instead" I say jokingly.
"Please do" He replies and we both start laughing in unison. We both stop and stare at one and other. I never noticed how nice his eyes are, or his cute dimples.
Next thing I know his hands are wrapped around my waist, and his tongue is down my throat.

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