Oceans Between Us Chapter 38

"Maybe I should leave." I whispered, rubbing the inside of my arm as I felt a good amount of people turn to stare at me as I entered the room.

"Nahh it's fine." Harry brushed off, lacing his fingers through mine as he pulled us through the crowded room of people trying to prepare for the interview.

"Are you sure?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry as a man pushed past us with a glare towards me.

"Definately." Harry nodded, smiling widely at me before he lead me towards the dressing room at the end of the hall. Keeping my focus on my hand in Harry's, I ignored the whispers and stares that echoed around the hall. Puling me into the quiet room, Harry closed the door softly behind him before leading me towards the black leather couch that rested against the white wall.

"Do you want anything babe?" Harry asked, nodding his head towards the array of assorted bottle beverages and packaged food behind me.

"No thanks." I mumbled, chewing down on my bottom lip as I tried to block out the haunting voices and stares of those who knew I didn't belong here.

"Hey..." Harry whispered, grasping my face in both of his hands as he forced me to look up into those green eyes that I easily get lost in everyday. "Don't listen to them love."

"But what if they're right Haz? I don't belong here." I argued weakly, holding my arms against my sides in a tight grip.

"They're wrong." Harry chuckled, pressing his lips on my forehead for a moment before pulling back to smile softly at me. "You belong here, with me."

"But what if mangagement..."

"Then they can deal with me." Harry interupted, his eyes searching mine for any trace of doubt that may be still lying there.

"Okay." I blinked, a small blush crossing my cheeks as a grin began to appear on Harry's lips.

"I love you, in case you forgot Mel." Harry vowed, rubbing the pads of his thumbs underneath my eyes in small circles.

"Love you too." I laughed, my nose crinkling at the simple action before Harry leaned down and placed a small kiss to it.

"You're too cute, you know that?"

"So I've been told." I shrugged, smiling brightly when Harry rolled his eyes at me.

"You're a dork." Harry chuckled, kissing me twice on the lips before pulling back with a sly grin. "But you're my dork." Rolling my eyes, I laughed loudly as Harry lifted me over his shoulder and began to spin me around the empty room.

"Harry!" I laughed, hitting his back as he continued to twirl me around. "I'm getting dizzy."

"Dude, are you ready yet?" Liam groaned, opening the door of the dressing room and paused as he took in the sight before him.

"Hi Liam." I smiled as I felt the blood begin to rush to my head.

"'Ello Melissa." Liam grinned, chuckling softly as Harry placed me back on the ground. "Ready to go mate?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Harry shrugged, winking at me once more before he started to follow Liam out of the room. Placing his hand on the door, Harry turned around to look at me with a small smile. "And whatever I say during the interview just know that it doesn't change the fact that I love you, okay?"

"Just go Harry." I laughed, motioning Harry to leave with a small smile.

~*~

"So I heard that you guys are working on your new album that comes out in the fall." The interviewer stated, looking up from her notes with a tight smile before turning to the camera.

"Yeah, we're all really excited about it." Liam nodded, glancing at his mates before turning his attention back to the interview. "We have more imput on this album and we're really proud of how it's turning out."

"We got the chance to write some of the songs on this album so it's a bit more personal." Harry added, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes as he sent a knowing smile my way. Rolling my eyes, I leaned back against the white wall behind me and crossed my arms over my chest as the boys continued to discuss their new album.

Clearing her throat, the interviewer smiled at the boys before clasping her hands together and turnint to face Harry. "So Harry, I heard a rumor that there is a new girl in your life."

"No girl for me." Harry lied, chuckling softly under his breath as his hands on his lap began to stretch and flex.

"Breathe babe." I mumbled, watching as Harry began to squirm in his seat as the interviewer looked dead into the camera.

"Then who is this?" The interviewer asked, a photo of Harry and I appearing on the large screen behind her. The picture displayed Harry's hand tight in mine as we walked the streets of London earlier this week.

"Just a friend." Harry swallowed, the muscles in his arm tensing as he stared at the photo before him. Liam placed his hand on Harry's arm in attempt to calm him as Louis glanced at me with a sad smle.

"Are you sure about that?" The interviewer teased before displaying another picture on the screen. It was a picture from the day that Harry and I first kissed. We are both sitting on Libby's porch, me in his sweatshirt and hair tied back as Harry's fingers were laced through mine. In the photo both of our eyes are closed and Harry is leaning in to what was our first kiss. "This picture seems to say the opposite."

"There is nothing going on." Harry snapped, running his fingers through his tangled hair with a defeated sigh.

"What's her name Harry?" The interviewer persisted, leaning forward in her chair trying to get more information about Harry and I.

"Are we done here?" Harry asked, looking at his management before standing up and ripping the mic off his body. Straightning his black t-shirt, Harry stormed off the sound stage before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the crowded studio.

"Harry, please." I whispered, pleading with Harry to calm down and take a breath but Harry just kept walking until we were in the safety of his car and he felt like we were alone.

"I'm such an idiot." Harry groaned, running his hands down his face before turning to look at me with a sad smile. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." I smiled, running my fingers through Harry's curls in attempt to calm the erotic beating of his heart.

"No it's not." Harry argued lightly, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.

"It's not your fault." I argued back, placing my hands on Harry's cheeks and forcing him to look at me. "You did all that you could and I love you for that."

"I'm bad for you Mel." Harry whispered, his green eyes glazing over with unshed tears.

"And I don't deserve you but here we are." I countered, a weak laugh escaping my lips at the thought.

"We're a mess." Harry chuckled, a small smile fighting its way onto his lips.

"We kinda are." I laughed, moving my hands into Harry's hair with a small smile.

"But we're a hot mess." Harry clarified, sliding into the backseat before pulling me with him. "And I do really love you."

"Right back at you." I smirked, laughing loudly as Harry began to place a trail of kisses down my neck.

"You're the best you know?" Harry said, lifting his head from my neck and staring down at me with a large grin.

"Whatever." I shrugged, blushing as Harry rolled his eyes at me.

"I mean it." Harry sighed, kissing me softly on the lips before pulling away with a light peck. 

"Thank you then." I blushed. chewing down on my bottom lip.

"Don't mention it." Harry chuckled, pressing his lips back to mine in attempt to keep the interview from lingering in his head for too long.

And we never did bring up that interview or worried about anything, until of course, my last two days in London.