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Chapter 4

I joined him, his warmth surrounding me as I nestled into his side. My favorite TV show was on, American Horror Story, but it was an episode I've already seen. The back of my head suddenly hit my soft, fluffy mattress as Liam pushed me, soon appearing directly on top of me. 

"Babe, I am so extremely proud of you. You deserve this so much," he said, his breathe smelling like a mixture of spaghetti and chocolate cake. He placed a slight kiss on my lips, rolling over onto his back and pulling me into his side, our faces both in line with the TV. 

He grabbed my waist and pulled it into his, our bodies forming into the same weird shape. His knees melted into mine as they were pushed forward. His hands never left my hips, his fingers tracing over my prominent hip bones. I could feel his heart pulse through my back, letting me know every second that he was a real and breathing human being. And that he was mine. 

I began to look around my room, noticing that it wasn't really all that messy anymore, when I realized my door was still open. I didn't want to ruin the moment but times were tough. I placed my hands on top of his, peeling them off fastly like you would a band-aid, just wanting to get it over with. I swung my feet off the bed and placed them onto the cold floor before carrying myself over to the door to close it.

When I turned around, Liam had already fixated himself under my covers, pretending to be asleep. I jumped onto the bed, pushing him slightly, yelling "GET UP SLEEPY HEAD!" He continued to "sleep" snoring louder than a pig. I decided to make myself comfortable, and slid under the covers too, my body instantly becoming warm just at the slightest touch of our bodies. 

My back was to him when I suddenly felt his groin against my butt, his arm resting all of his weight on my arm, and his legs tangling into mine.  His fingers dabbled through my hair, twisting it between his fingers, his other hand slowly finding his way to my elastic band shorts.  I got the hint as to what he wanted and assisted him by revealing my panties. I felt the calluses that covered his fingers as they slid inside of me, showing he had no patience. 

"Good job baby. I'm so proud." He was doing this on purpose. To torture me. His breath fell on my ear as his mouth began kissing and nibbling around it. His fingers slid in and out, making me squirm at his touch. Teasing my entrance, he slid in another finger to cause torment. A loud huff left my mouth, I couldn't control my breathing. My chest rose up and down as my orgasm started to hit. One of my hands picked up the linen, gripping was in my hand as tightly as possibly. My other fingers intertwined with Liam's free hand, rubbing the back softly in attempts to aid me through my high.

"I love you so much," I managed to push out of my lips, my breathing short and manic.

"I love you more," he shot back instantly. I wasn't so sure about that. I knew he loved me but I was positive that I loved him more. The way we were together was indescribable. He made me so happy and I don't know what I would do without him.

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The loud beeping of my alarm clock rang through my ears as I realized my brunch for the cast was today. Shutting the annoying buzzed off, I quickly threw on what I had put out last night: A nice black skirt with a white long sleeve v-neck and black pumps. I knew this wasn't too fancy, but it wasn't too casual. I had to make an impression of course.

Grabbing a small bar in the pantry, I gave a quick kiss to my mom. "Good luck today honey! You look stunning." I could tell my mom was on the verge of tears as she hugged me tightly for a while.

"Thank you mom, I will." My mom pulled from her pocket her keys. 

"Here, take my car for today. Make sure you don't crash, be safe!" She let out a laugh, but I knew she was totally serious. I had my license already, and I was just waiting on the car now. We weren't in any position to afford one, so I was fine with driving her car for now. 

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I arrived easily, haven written down the address on a scrap piece of paper in my moms car. My vehicle came to a halt as I came up to a gate and a guard. 

"Yes ma'm?" he asked already, knowing what I was here for, but he continued with his rehearsed interrogation. 

"Hi, I'm here for the brunch for the casting members for the new movie?" I said anxiously, hoping I was actually able to get in. 

"Whats your name?" He began flipping through his papers attached to his clipboard.

"Jessica.. Jessica Rosario." My name rolled off my tongue as it had many times before. I imagined my name on screen.. Jessica Rosario as "  ". Wow. It was actually going to happen.

"Ma'am..." I could tell his temper was beginning to rise as I saw there was a couple of cars behind me. I didn't realize that I was in a trance of my own, just like I usually don't. 

"You may go." His hand raised showing me the way as the gate opened. "Go to building 55, the brunch is in there. Have a good day." There were many buildings, so I decided to play a little game with myself. I attempted to link the different set-ups that I saw with what they were shooting for. My car parked in front of the large tower that had big black numbers 55 painted perfectly onto it. I grabbed the keys from the ignition, vacating the car. I really didn't know anyone that was here at all. Just be friendly, be nice. I told myself. I always had a hard time making new friends, considering all I had were two.

My purse buzzed letting me know I had received a text message. "Hope the brunch goes well today babe, good luck, love you (:" My body had a weird tingly sensation like it always did whenever Liam sent me cute things like that. So many people were telling me good luck.. Did I really need it?

The inside of the place was fairly bright and had tables strewn out with a mini table covered in snacks. Where do I go? A lot of people were chatting and in the end I felt intimidated. I knew no one and had no intention to speaking to any of my so called "castmates".  I spotted one familiar face, Robbie. He was speaking to another man in a suit and seemed fairly interested in whatever they were talking about. Leaning against the wall in perfect view of him, I was waiting for the right moment where he would look at me and come say hello, but that never happened. 

Taking one of the plates and utensils, I fixed a heaping of potato salad onto it, and my favorite fruit. Making my way to one of the only tables that was deserted, I sat and began to pick at the two choices I decided I wanted. This wasn't new to me. I've always been myself when it came time to socialize.

While eating a strawberry, I saw in my peripheral vision a blurry familiar figure. I turned my head to look at who decided to be-friend me, but quickly snapped my head back, realizing who it was. The familiar sense of fear flew through me like a strike of lightning as he came closer.

All I heard was the squeaking of the chair and floor rubbing together as he pulled up a chair next to me. I didn't bother looking at him, keeping my head facing my plate in a downward direction. All I heard was a large thud as he took his place in the chair and decided that he deserved to place his feet up on the table. Who does this kind of shit?

I turned my head to look at him. He was wearing a red flannel button down, with a plain white tee underneath. His skinny jeans were tighter than I had ever seen a man wear frankly, as they stuck to him like glue with rips and holes on the knees and boots that looked worn out and discolored . He had his recognizable sunglasses, but instead of dangling on his shirt they, were in his hair holding back the crown of curls onto his head. With a plate of toast with eggs on top he ate like a pig. People that have no manners like that really get on my nerves.

I couldn't help but mask the face of disgust as I watched this man shovel his food into his mouth like a barbarian.  What do I say to him? Who is this guy? Curiosity was taking over.

"Who are you?" I felt harsh saying it because quite frankly, I was annoyed at this point.

He stopped eating and finally focused on me. He paused a second, making him either look like he was thinking about it or wanted to put a dramatic affect to it. If looks could kill, we would all be dead. I felt like a statue, remaining completely still in his line of vision, until he spoke. 

"I'm Harry Styles."