YES, I KNOW THAT THE PICTURE ON THE SIDE IS FAKE & ALSO FROM THE VMAS, BUT LET'S PRETEND YOU GUYS. I love that manip, btw, but let's also not forget the Harlena moment that did happen at the VMAs when Selena kissed Harry's cheek and oh my goodness I about died. Okay, I just had to clarify that xD Enjoy<3

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Chapter 32 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            The night of the Teen Choice Awards and everyone is getting ready. Valerie had stayed the night at her house last night to soothe her mother’s nerves, and I’ll be honest; I hated sleeping alone. Without feeling Valerie’s petite body next to me, I felt extremely exposed (as pathetic as that sounds). I hardly got any sleep last night because lately I’ve been sleeping better with Valerie next to me. Without her, it took me way too long to even fall asleep and even then, I didn’t stay that way. I woke up constantly and it was just awful.

            Niall said the dress Valerie got looks good on her, so I can only be jealous that he even got to see her try it on. I hate despising my best friend like this, but he’s done so many things with Valerie I haven’t been able to. Taking her shopping, holding hands with her in public, and not to mention them looking like a true couple splashing around at the beach.

            Fuck, Harry, chill.

            Speaking of Niall, however, he went to pick Valerie up earlier and now she’s in my room changing into that dress of hers. I want to see it, but then again I don’t. Valerie is fucking flawless, so no don’t she’ll have eyes watching her all night.

            Jesus, I really do overthink things too much.

            “Harry, can you come help me?” Valerie’s soft voice spoke as she peeked her head out the door. “I can’t get the back zipped all the way.”

            I nodded as the boys wiggled their eyebrows at me. Rolling my eyes at them, I slipped into the room and closed the door behind me. Trying not to focus much on the dress, Valerie turned and lifted her hair. I tugged up the zipper quite easily with her slim figure, but when she turned around to thank me, I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped to the floor, if not through it.

            The navy blue material complimented her curves nicely, one side of the dress looking as if it were torn and hanging down, exposing a lace part over half of her chest. There was a slit running from her hip all the way down on one side, showing off her tan legs flawlessly. My breath hitched in my throat as I took in her incredible features.

            “Does it look bad?” Valerie mumbled as she stared at me with worried eyes.

            “N-No,” I stammered, shaking my head to snap out of the trance and to reassure it. “You look… amazing, Valerie.”

            Valerie gaze me a faint smile and nod before she went to the mirror to straighten her hair. She pulled out her flat iron from her bag, plugging it into the wall and grabbing her brush. “Oh, Harry… I forgot to tell you.”

            I quirked an eyebrow.

            Valerie turned to me and blushed. “I really, really like it when you wear suits.”

            The most idiotic grin stretched on my face as I smirked at her, looking down at the half unbuttoned shirt I was wearing. “Really? And do you like it buttoned or no?” I said teasingly, wiggling my eyebrows as her cheeks flushed a major red tint.

            Valerie turned away, still blushing. “I like it half unbuttoned like that,” she murmured, almost as if she were speaking to herself.

            I laughed, shaking my head in amusement before I kissed her cheek. “Hurry up and get ready, beautiful. We’ve got an award show to get to.”

***

            Paparazzi was audible through the windows of the black SUV as we all prepared ourselves to be bombarded with questions. Valerie had to be with Niall, much to my dismay, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Our first award show together, and we can’t even be together. How much fucking sense does that make?

            “I’m really scared,” Valerie whispered as she nervously looked out the window. “I’ve never done anything like this, or even close.”

            “You’ll be fine, love,” I told her softly, squeezing her hand before I hand to let go so she could exit with Niall.

            Zayn patted me on the back, giving me a sympathetic smile as I forced myself to return it. I piled out the car with the rest of them, the questions flowing like crazy. Niall had his arm around Valerie’s waist, just like Louis did with Eleanor, Zayn did with Perrie, and Liam did with Danielle. Yes, Valerie flipped out when she met Perrie and Danielle. Yes, she cried and fangirled like crazy. But I still adore her all the same. But right now, as I see Kendall walking towards me, I wish only to be back in the hotel room.

            “Hey,” she said softly as I forced myself to snake my arm around her waist.

            “Hey,” I mimicked, following the others onto the red carpet.

            “Look, Harry. I’m sorry, all right? For being a bitch the other day. I just… You know I don’t want to do this fake relationship any more than you do,” she explained.

            “Gee, thanks for the putdown,” I muttered under my breath, plastering on a fake smile for the cameras as we posed together.

            “That’s not what I meant,” Kendall grumbled, but flashed that perfect smile of hers alone with me.

            My eyes skittered over to Valerie and that damn dress of hers. God, she’s so beautiful. Niall was kissing her cheek for a picture, making my anger bubble inside me as my grip on Kendall tightened. It’s just one night, I tried to remind myself. I can get through one night, can’t I?

            The girls soon went off to the side as the boys and I came in for group pictures. We posed like we usually do, but I couldn’t help but to look over at Valerie multiple times. She was talking with Perrie, clearly enjoying herself as that stunning smile stayed permanent on her face. I’m glad she’s happy, I truly am. I just wish I was the reason.

Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Soon after the blinding of the red carpet, the boys went backstage to change so they could perform Best Song Ever to open the show. Meeting Perrie and Danielle was something I never even would’ve imagined, but they’re so much prettier in person. Nicer, too, and I think they could be potential friends… Well, if they weren’t constantly traveling the world and such. Little Mix had flew into town earlier, along with Danielle, and then there was Eleanor who had already been here. And of course; Kendall.

            Seeing her was enough to make my heart sink to my feet, but I tried to be polite along with everyone else. Kendall was gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve never shipped her and Harry together. Not just because Harry is a soft spot of mine, but just because they’re so… different. She wants to be a model, while Harry is this cheeky boy from a boy band that doesn’t even put on normal shows. He eats freaking noodles on stage, for God’s sake. To me, they just have completely different personalities.

            “So, Valerie. Are you and Harry still okay?” Eleanor whispered to me as we all took our assigned seats in the stadium place.

            I tried to maintain my excitement of actually being at the Teen Choice Awards as I nodded. “Yeah, we’re good. It’s just the whole Niall thing has him stressed.”

            “Understandable,” Eleanor said, giving me a genuine smile. “Just know that I’m rooting for you guys.”

            My heart melted at her words, my smile probably the stupidest smile I could’ve even mustered. I had the urge to hug Eleanor just for that, but I controlled my fangirl-ness and smiled instead, giving her my thanks. Soon enough, the lights dimmed to the entire place, me becoming naturally more excited with the beat of the song.

            Perrie laughed at me as I clapped my hands like a retarded seal, but I couldn’t help it. I was at the damn Teen Choice Awards with One Direction and their girlfriends. That’s pretty freaking unbelievable.

Maybe it’s the way she walked (OW),

Straight into my heart and stole it,

Through the doors and past the guards (OW),

Just like she already owned it…

            I sung the words loudly along with the rest of the girls, smiling brightly as Harry’s eyes locked with mine. He smirked and waved, me only fangirling like an idiot as the girls continued to laugh at me. We danced together throughout the song, singing like fools but it was the best bonding time I could have ever asked for… except Kendall. She stayed seated, scrolling through her phone like it was no big deal.

            Oh whale. Who needs her anyway?

            Harry and I wouldn’t be such a mess if it weren’t for her, so don’t I have every right to feel envious? Yeah, I do…

***

            “Harry, lean forward and take a picture with Valerie,” Perrie instructed as a commercial break signaled everyone to have a moment for themselves.

            “Perrie, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Harry murmured from behind me.

            “Do it, you arse.” Perrie rolled her eyes, but Harry finally agreed and leaned forward. Perrie grinned at the picture (picture on the side), then winked at me as she mouthed “thank me later” before taking her seat. God, I love that girl so much.

            I turned to face Harry, seeing he was already looking at me. “You guys have already won two awards, shouldn’t you be smiling, mister?”

            Harry smirked, chuckling slightly as he rolled his eyes. “I’d be smiling if I was sitting beside you.”

            My cheeks flushed, but I returned his smile. “Well, you’re behind me. That’s still something, right?”

            Harry sighed, shrugging. “I guess so.”

            “Oi, Styles. Quit talking to my girlfriend,” Niall teased from beside Harry.

            Harry rolled his eyes, swatting his best friend’s shoulder playfully. “I don’t know, Horan. I might be stealing her,” he said, giving me a wink.

            Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t help the blush from creeping onto my cheeks, my smile wide. “Harry Styles and Niall Horan fighting over me? I think I can live with that,” I told them both, earning a laugh from each of them.

            “I’ll let Harry win,” Niall said genuinely, giving Harry a sympathetic smile.

            Harry smiled back. “Thanks, mate. You know, for not being an arse about this.”

            Niall shrugged. “What can I say? I’m amazing.”

            We all laughed, but I couldn’t help but absorb this time with them. I’m literally having the night of my life, considering I’m practically friends with the girlfriends (except Kendall who hasn’t even spoken a word to me), and Niall and Harry aren’t fighting over the whole management thing.

            This is why I love this band; they stick together no matter what.

*Best Song Ever performance from last year's Teen Choice Awards is on the side(:*