Sign For Love ((ON HOLD))

Chapter 8

"Uhm....care to explain what's going on..?" Simon asked, with Brandon translating it for me.

Victoria stepped forward, shooting me a glare. So, knowing this would be a lot to keep up with, I focused on Brandon's hands to try to keep up with the bitching.

"Uncle Simon, I don't think that it's fair for Rosalie to bring another boy onto the bus for the tour..I mean...none of us know him...and I'm not comfortable with a strange boy with us! And she IS perfectly capable of using her phone to talk with the rest of us. Trevor would just take up space and it's in the best interest of the band that he stays back."

I stepped forward, literally seconds from slapping her, making a mark on her too-pretty-to-be-real face when Harry stepped forward and grabbed my arms.

"Don't." I saw him mouth before he turned his head to Simon, still gripping my arms tightly.

A few moments later, he started to pull me away, despite my silent protests of pulling and attempting to hit him.

He dragged me out of the building, and without even a moment of hesitation, he lifted me up and into the seat of his Range Rover.

Who the hell did he think he was?! To just pick me up and drag me around because I couldn't say no to him?!!!!???!!?!

And why didn't Brandon stop him?! Or trevor?!

He started the car and backed out as soon as he got into his seat, not even giving me the opportunity to escape.

I turned in my seat, glaring at him, my arms crossed over my chest.

He kept looking over at me, shooting me amused glances, which I refused to return.

I found nothing amusing about this situation.

When we were stopped at a red light, he pulled his phone out and types quickly, before shoving it back in his pocket.

Moments later, my phone vibrated causing me to roll my eyes.

Of course he had texted me.

'I just rescued you. This was GOOD for you. You should be thanking me.' his message said.

I rolled my eyes again.

'you're an arrogant prick, ya know that? I would have rather stayed with trevor.'

Harry rolled his eyes as he read the message.

When he finished typing his response, I watched my phone, until I saw his name flashing on the screen.

'oh so nice, bring up your boyfriend. Or wait. Is the first guy your boyfriend? Or are you just shagging both of them?'

My jaw dropped and I looked over at him, to see a smug smirk on his face.

"NEITHER of them are my boyfriends! Trevor is my EX if that matters."

At this time, we were back at his hotel.

Of course.

Why had I expected anything less?

There had been no paparazzi at the studio, but they WERE at the hotel. Great. Just freaking lovely.

He reached over and took my hand gently.

"Come." he mouthed.

I really had no choice in the matter...

He let go of my hand, so he could get out and walk around to open my door for me.

His green eyes held a mysterious glint in them, the cheeky smirk on his face made me wary as he held his hand out for me to take.

Once I was out of the car, he held me firmly against his side, lowering his head so that I was decently blocked from the paparazzi. He pulled me quickly into the hotel, right up to the elevator, repeatedly hitting the 'close doors' button.

I saw his lips moving, and smirked, hoping he realized he was talking to himself pretty much.

He looked over at me, sort of confused before realization dawned on his face again.

He was reaching into his pocket for his phone when the lift stopped.

Surprisingly, I remembered where his room was from the last time I had been there, so I just pranced down the hall to his room, coming to an abrupt stop outside his room, turning to wait for him and his keycard to let me in.

He was watching me with an amused look on his face, shaking his head as he came up behind me, sliding the card into the hotel door.

I could tell he wanted to say something; from the way his mouth was almost opening and closing, or his eyes darting from me to the ground. He didn't want to be caught staring. But I saw.

I ambled my way over to the couch, pulling my phone out as I sat down. Harry was in the kitchen portion of his hotel room; I was insanely jealous; his damn hotel room was bigger than mine and Brandon's flat. Well...just my flat soon.

I still couldn't believe he was leaving. I didn't want to believe it. I really really couldn't do this without him....

'You know you really didn't have to bring me back here. Your girlfriend is definitely not gonna like this.' I typed, sending the message to Harry.

I turned and watched him, waiting to see his reaction to the message.

He looked surprised at first when his phone went off or vibrated; I couldn't tell what it was on. But as his eyes scanned the message, an amused smirk passed his lips. He typed quickly before looking up and making his way over to me, still staring at me with an amused look. After a few seconds, MY phone vibrated. So I opened his message.

'she doesn't need to know everything.....I won't tell if you won't....'

Wait..what?

I looked up at him, confused.

But as soon as our eyes met he leant in and covered my lips with his own, for the second time in two days. Harry styles was kissing me.