"Ok, guys you can take a break for half an hour."  The executive producer announces as everybody scatters, able to do their own thing for half an hour. Although most of the cast will be able to do that for much longer as the majority of the scenes we were rehearsing were of just Harry and I.

I wandered over to get some food, just picking up a sandwich, some strawberries and a banana before going over to a picnic table outside in the shade of a huge maple tree.

I was through the first half of my sandwich, and about to eat the second, when Harry started walking towards me, please don't sit with me, please don't sit with me, was the only thought running through my mind.

My prayers weren't answer as Harry came and sat down parallel to me, the smirk that seemed to be there all day every day, still evident. He probably even wore the smirk in his sleep. I bet he looks nice when he sleeps, I wonder if he sleeps shirtless. No Kayla stop thinking about what he looks like when he is asleep.

"Hey babe."

"I'm not your babe, actually I'm not your anything."

"That's not what my script says." He says leaning across and picking the banana up off my plate, my plate, my banana.

"If you believe that anything in that script will come true, you're more of a fool than I thought. Oh and you owe me a banana, asshole."

"Oh, it will come true, don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

"Your delusional, but why do you think this?"

He peeled the banana, and took a bite before replying, his smirk growing wider as he did so, "my fortune cookie told me so."

Oh god.

"Wow Harry your hilarious." I let out a short fake laugh, also ending with a fake smile that I had been using so commonly lately.

Finishing off my banana and putting the banana skin back on my plate he stood up saying one last thing before he left, leaving me speechless, "I might not know for sure about all the lovey dovey and coupley stuff coming true, but one thing I do know for sure is that soon enough you and me will be in the same bed as each other, and honey, we won't be acting." With that he turned and walked away, his curls blowing in the wind, looking over his shoulder at me, calling out one last time he smirked, "See you at rehearsals Kayla."

****

"I'm honest, I want you to shoot me, acting is only supposed to be for in movies whereas I have to act nice every second I'm around that asshole just so I can keep my position," I say to Emma, while brushing my hair in the hotel mirror, getting ready for the last day of rehearsals.

My sister just simply rolls her eyes, "do you know how many girls would kill to be in your situation right now? Millions." Even through the small screen of my computer my sister is still annoying.

"Seriously Em, I can't stand him, and today I have to kiss him. Him."

"Oh you poor baby." Emma says sarcastically, once again rolling her eyes as I come back into view of the camera on the top of my screen.

"I swear you're on his side."

She paused for a moment, sighing quietly, while I sat down crossing my legs and looking at my computer screen, waiting patiently for her to continue, "Ok sis, you know I love you and please don't take this the wrong way..." Oh god. "Maybe you should sleep with him, it might help to get over Cole."

I was shocked, at first I didn't think I heard her right but then it processed properly and I knew exactly what she had said and I couldn't believe it. At first my heart skipped a beat slightly at the mention of his name but I soon got over it and back to the topic at hand. How does one not take that the wrong way? And also why give someone with such a big head bragging rights like that? I am not going to purposely humiliate myself like that.

I'm not the type of person to just 'sleep around' and I barely know Harry let alone am I comfortable around him, and also Harry seems like the type of guy that would go around telling everybody. Isn't that what all players and jackasses do?

Noticing that I hadn't replied in a while, I jumbled up some words to give Emma a response, "There's very few things I can do to get over someone that I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with, and sleeping with that dickhead is certainly not one of them, so sorry sis, and to be honest I can't believe you even suggested it...oh is that the time, I gotta go. Bye." I hung up the skype call almost immediately not letting her even reply.

I picked up my phone sliding it in the back pocket of my short black shorts, it wasn't particularly hot outside but it wasn't freezing either, the only reason I was wearing them was because the designer gave me them and the frilly tank top I'm wearing saying it would save them time when I get to the set. Only needing slight hair and make-up done, as we weren't actually filming until tomorrow, still having one last day of rehearsal.

Walking out of the hotel room closing the door and checking it was locked before putting my key card in my handbag, hoisting it further up my shoulder. Heading towards the elevator I passed a few crew members doors until I seen one just ahead open, I walked faster trying to avoid the person that could've been behind the door, knowing that Harry's room was either that or around there.

I refused to look into the room with the open door as I hurried past, I was almost completely past the open door when a hand landed on my arm, gripping it tightly and dragging me into the room, before I could even think to react properly and let out a scream, the door was closed with loud bang, and I was pulled against this person, my back flush against their chest.

I started panicking and squirming in their grasp, the person holding me released the grip on my arm, their hands moving to hold tightly onto my waist. I then felt their hot breath on my neck, making the small hairs on my neck rise and goose bumps rise on my arms. 

"You look good in these shorts, love." Harry's deep, husky voice whispered in my ear, sliding his hands downwards and holding onto the hem of my shorts, tugging on them slightly.

"Firstly, get your dirty hands off of me and let me go, and secondly leave me alone, and lastly how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not having sex with you."

"I didn't say anything about having sex with me."

"Was that not your intentions on dragging me in here?" I asked forcefully pulling out of his grasp and whirling around to face him while pulling down my shorts to where they were supposed to sit, and straightening out my shirt.

It was only then that I realised that he was shirtless. Maybe I should rephrase that. Harry Styles was shirtless and standing not even a metre away from me, and damn did he look good. Although in saying that I see people every day that are good looking and doesn't mean anything to me and certainly doesn't mean I like them.

He shrugged his shoulders with a smirk, "Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn't."

"Yeah well whatever, although I'd love to stay and chat but my drivers waiting downstairs."

Just as I was about to turn around and leave I heard a girls voice from the other side of the room, but not being able to see who it was, "Harry, have you seen my phone?" The voice sounded familiar but I wouldn't be able to put a face to the voice but I knew that she was an actor on the movie we were working on now but I had barely known these people for a week so I wouldn't know them all yet.

I looked at Harry with raised eyebrows, "what we had fun last night, is that not allowed?"

"You're unbelievable. Goodbye." I told him, shaking my head. I turned around and pulled the door open only for Harry, grabbing my arm and pulling me back towards him, my back crashing into his chest. He leant down moving my hair to one side, "I can't wait to kiss you today, love" after whispering in my ear he placed a gentle kiss on the skin on my shoulder that was exposed due to the tank top I was wearing.

I shook my head as he pushed me slightly away from him slapping my ass as I hurriedly walked out the door rolling my eyes as I closed the door and continued walking towards the elevator.

The thought that suddenly popped into my head as I rode the elevator down to the lobby was the fact that Harry's behaviour and the back view was almost identical to Cole's and that sometimes pained me.

The way he was cheeky and almost always smirking, the long hair, the player and the 'I can get any girl I want attitude,' the long hair, the almost constant ass slapping and grabbing, and so many more.

I quickly walked through the lobby and out the front of the building where a black car was parked and my driver Tod was waiting to open the door for me. As I approached he opened the door to the back seat and warmly smiled at me.

I quickly slid in as Tod closed the door and proceeded to go around to the driver's side where he hopped in, put the car in drive and started the short journey towards the set. "How has your day been Kayla?"

"Oh, just peachy." I sighed.

"Don't wanna talk about it?" Tom asked sensing my sarcasm.

"Not really, thanks though."

The conversation didn't really continue after that, I just kept to myself and watched as L.A passed by quickly on the other side of the car window. I found myself waking up at the sound of Tom's voice saying that we were here. I shook my head, thanked him and hopped out of the car.

I walked into the main studio and Caroline greeted me, typing away on her phone, she smiled at me warmly and quickly informed me of what time we would be starting and where to meet.

*****

10am came around fairly quickly and I soon found myself trudging out of my dressing room and towards one of the sets. The set where the last day of rehearsing was going to be and the same set that I was going to kiss Harry Styles.

When I got there Harry was already there talking to the director-probably kissing his ass or sucking up- and when he glanced my way I just rolled my eyes and walked in the opposite direction walking up to one of the other actors that I had become friends with.

"Hey Nikki." I spoke as I walked up and stood next to the blonde haired girl. I waited a moment for a response but I didn't get any reaction, so I waved my hand in front of her face, finally getting her attention.

"Oh, Kayla, hi." Nikki's eyes widen when she notices me, an apologetic look flashing across them.

I chuckle in response, "it's all good, I'll forgive you if you let me in on what you were so engrossed in that you didn't notice my awesome presence." I dramatically joke.

Playing along, Nikki leaned closer, lowering her voice to just above a whisper as if it really was a secret, "Well I was staring at your amazingly good looking co-star."

At this I pulled back my head and scoffed, "oh, you can't be serious," I rolled my eyes.

"Ok, I know he's a bit of a jerk, but I mean c'mon, look at that hair, and those arms, and oh dear god that body. It's heavenly. I'd love to spend a night with him, except I'm taken. " Nikki replied with a loud, content sigh.

I scoffed again, "he may look good but looks aren't everything." Just as I finished my sentence Nikki's eyes widen again just as they had when she first noticed me.

I was about to question her but a heavy arm landed around my shoulders, scaring me and I jumped about 6 feet into the air, with a loud gasp.

My heart was racing as I followed the large arm draped over my shoulder up, to the long brown curls, to the chiselled jaw, and that gorgeous face. All the features adding together to make a soul I hate.

"Talking about me I see." I rolled my eyes, and pushed his arm of me, taking a step away from him, so I was now facing him and standing next to Nikki. "Not everything is about you." I grumbled, to which instead of getting any type of reaction out of him, to which I had greatly hoped, he just smirked. Which irritated me further.

"Oh, please I know you we're, it's not like you girls were talking in hushed voices or anything, and let's be honest now I'm the only one that's really good looking here."

Anybody else want to throw up? I thought as I gave Nikki a desperate look for help, not that she was any, all she was doing was practically drooling over Harry.

"Naomi, could you give us a minute please." Harry asks eyes switching between myself and Nikki."

"My names Nikki, but sure, yeah of course." Nikki bubbly rambled as she walks behind me, her hand gently brushing my arm and quietly whispering in my ear, "have fun sweetheart." To which I just replied with a roll of my eyes and a quiet huff.

As soon as Nikki was gone Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me further away, away from peering eyes, or listening ears, which both scared me and intrigued me, and also at the same time I was praying that the director would start the scene.

When we were far enough away, I grabbed my arm away from his grip. Usually I'm not one to complain and will take what I'm given but with Harry, I just can't keep contained and feel like I'm whining about everything he does. "What do you want Harry?"

"Apart from you?" he said in a deep, raspy voice the smirk he wore still evident even in his voice.

That throw up feeling is back and even stronger. "Ok, well I'm gonna go, if you ever wanna stop being a dick and talk to me like I'm a human being and not some type of prize for a game you're playing, let me know, yeah?" Another one of those fake smiles.

I went to walk past him but in a quick action he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards him, and without any warning pressed his lips against my own.

My sound of surprise was silenced by his lips, and more by instinct than anything else I responded moving my own lips with his. They moved together slowly and his lips were so nice and moved great along with my own. He was indeed a great kisser but not the best I've ever had.

As soon as it had started it was over leaving me breathless, I opened my eyes and Harry pulled back with a smirk once again, pushing a stand of my dark hair behind my ear. "Sweetheart that was just a warm up." And with that he walked away.

Oh god.

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Hey there Delilah's. Been a long time, over a year and oh god I never meant to leave it this long to update but life happens.

Anyway I know that this wont make up for it but I won't wait a year again- haha I hope.

Bye lovelies and hope you enjoyed the chapter.

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