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Chapter 26 – Harry's P.O.V.

          I was shaking I was so pissed. I was so enraged at the fact that I can't even be seen with Valerie in public anymore. This is serious. They're threatening the life of the band over a fucking relationship. It's stupid. It's childlike; totally immature. I'm nineteen, soon to be twenty, and I can't even date who I want. I can't even like who I want. I can't even do anything without getting fucking picked to death.

            It was the first day of Niall and Valerie's "dating" plan; January 27th like the schedule had said. They were walking around the park right now, holding hands and laughing for the cameras. I wanted to be the one holding her hand. I wanted to be the one laughing and walking with her. But no, I can't be a normal teenager.

            So here I am, sitting on the couch and waiting for Kendall to get her ass over here. Our schedule calls for a walk around the mall, and I know it'll end in me buying the girl whatever she wants. It always happens that way. She has money, but with the cameras around, it's the "gentlemen" thing to do to buy the girl's things. And don't get me wrong, I'd buy the girl's clothes for her... If she were Valerie.

            But this is Kendall and Kendall is no Valerie. Not even close. Their personalities are incredibly different, their looks don't match up, and Kendall isn't bubbly and cute like Valerie. Kendall is more sophisticated, making sure every speck of her looks perfect for the cameras. Valerie is more carefree, not catching a single word of her ramble that slips out her mouth, but she covers it with that adorable giggle and her countless apologies. Two different kinds of people and one clearly has my heart.

            I actually haven't seen Valerie since yesterday, but I'm writing that song for her. I have to finish it before we leave. I have to sing it to her. She has to know that I'm not going to leave and forget her. I don't think forgetting her is even possible.

            There was a knock on the door, causing me to jump ten feet in the air as I tucked my notebook away. Sighing, I raked my fingers through my hair and opened to door to find Kendall smiling. Don't get me wrong, the girl is beautiful, but she's not the beautiful girl I want to be seeing.

            "Hey," she said quietly, slowly waving.

            "Hi," I murmured, grabbing my coat as I shimmied it on. "Are you ready?"

            Kendall bit her lip, slowly nodding. I didn't mean to sound harsh, but damn... Management is enough to drive anyone crazy.

            The elevator ride was awkwardly silent, but neither of us brought attention to it. I will admit, I had minor feelings for this girl before Valerie came along. But damn, Valerie just had the power to make those small feelings disappear as if they were never even there. It made me realize that I really don't like Kendall; I was just trying to trick myself into thinking this fake dating thing might not be so bad. Hell, as much as I hate to admit it sometimes, I'd rather be with Taylor again that be stuck with Kendall. It just gets that irritating sometimes. Not always, but it just gets old.

            Paparazzi was hounding the doors to the lobby as always. Groaning, I did as I was supposed to and wrapped one arm around Kendall's waist, pulling her into me. I can't believe management flew her all the way to Florida just to keep the rumors of us dating alive. We still haven't "confirmed" it, and we never will since it's not real. But the people don't know that. In fact, it pisses me off that they're making me lie to my fans. Seeing their tweets every day about the dating rumors just makes me feel even worse about myself. I hate lying to them. After all they do for us and I'm forced to return them with lies. I fucking hate it.

            Holding Kendall closed, I pushed us through the massive crowd. We ignored the repetitive questions, tumbling into the SUV as I slammed the door behind me. The driver took off, but Kendall's concerned gaze lingered on me. "Are you okay, Harry?" she asked politely, and it made me feel even worse for being so pissed off.

            "Fine," I muttered, gnawing on my bottom lip as I stared out the window.

            "You can tell me," she said softly as her hand rested on my knee. I wanted to brush her hand away, especially since it wasn't Valerie's, but I couldn't bring myself to be that much of a dick.

            "Nothing is wrong," I told her.

            "Harry—"

            "Kendall, there is nothing wrong with me!" I snapped, turning my sharp gaze on her.

            Kendall pursed her lips, rolling her eyes as she looked away, her hand leaving my leg. That's the problem with this girl. She'll be so sweet and sympathetic, but she can turn into a bitch in a matter of seconds. If Valerie were here, she would've continued to urge me until I finally caved and told her what was wrong. Then again, if Valerie were here I wouldn't even be pissed. Fuck, I'm confusing myself.

            "Sorry for trying to be thoughtful," Kendall murmured.

            I inhaled sharply through my nose, refusing to open my mouth as I bit down on my knuckles. I didn't want to snap at her again. I know she was trying to be considerate, but damn... Take a fucking hint.

            "I didn't mean to snap at you," I said quietly as I stared out the window.

            "It's whatever, Harry. It doesn't fucking bother me," Kendall spat. "I don't even want to fucking be in Florida. I want to go back to LA with my family, but because of your dumbass stunts with that girl, I was forced to fly down here. I get you don't like me, but believe me, the feeling is mutual."

            "That girl's name is Valerie," I growled under my breath. "I didn't ask for you to come, Kendall, so if it bothers you so fucking much, just leave. Make up one of your perfect excused for management. I'm sure they'll fucking buy it like they always do. Did your dog die for the sixth time?" I mocked as I rolled my eyes, rubbing my face vigorously as I prayed desperately to get out of this car.

            Kendall turned her death glare on me. "I've only used that excuse twice and I was smart enough to stretch out the time so they wouldn't notice. And I don't give a shit what the girl's fucking name is. She's the reason for all this shit."

            My hands balled into fists, my nails indenting my palms furiously. "Don't fucking talk about her like that, Kendall. She did nothing to you."

            "She got me stuck with you again!" Kendall yelled, throwing herself back in the seat childishly.

            I could see the driver awkwardly trying to avert his gaze from us. Deciding to free him from his misery, I said, "Stop the car, please."

            Almost instantly, he let out a sigh of relief and pulled onto the side of the road. I unclicked my seatbelt, seeing we were on the highway, but I didn't fucking care. I needed to get away from this girl.

            "Where are you going?" Kendall hollered as I opened the car door and stepped out.

            "I'm getting the fuck away from you," I spat, not even caring about how harsh I sounded any more as I slammed the door closed. I pat the car, telling the driver to continue and he did so after little hesitation.

            I was left standing alone on the side of the interstate, so I whipped out my phone to call one of the lads. Instead, notifications of twitter mentions and such filled my screen. Frowning, I unlocked my phone to search through them as cars whipped past me on the busy road. My heart clenched at the sight of Valerie and Niall holding hands, each of them laughing and looking truly happy together.

New relationship heating up for 1D boy Niall Horan? After being spotted with other member of One Direction, Harry Styles, this mystery girl has seemed to have a change in boys. Niall Horan and the girl were spotted strolling down the park with locked hands, their smiles never leaving their faces. Looks like Harry isn't cheating on Kendall after all!

            I felt the urge to throw my phone in the middle of the road and watch it get ran over. The shit they manage to come up with. I swear these people need to find actual jobs instead of snooping into people's personal lives.

            Before I even had time to call someone, my phone rang in my hand. Without looking at the caller ID, I picked it up. "Hello?"

            "Harry?" The voice on the other end was enough to make my heart sink to my feet. The last person I wanted to her from was calling me; my sister. Gemma Styles herself.