god, the vma's get special parts bc it's a whole damn lot. but guys, i earned over 10k more reads overall on all three books; in one day. how. i should have more updates bc you all are phenomenal but i just don't.

niall

The morning of the VMA's was probably the most confusing and stressful morning of my life. Stylists were at our house at nine in the morning (courtesy of Modest!Management), I've been fondled and touched all day, and to put the cherry on top, Eleanor had been called to our hotel room to get ready.

Fabulous, as my stylist would continuously say.

I had barely seen Harry all morning and it was probably the most annoying thing ever. The stupid beard or the stupid stylists have been hogging all his attention.

I sat at the island counter in the middle of our mini kitchen with a beer in my grasp. This was the only way to get through this beyond irritating day without going completely mental.

"Beer at three in the afternoon? Damn babe, you alright?"

I snapped my head towards Harry who was wearing an all black dress suit. My jaw slowly fell as I looked him up and down.

"You like it?" he asked bashfully, "I dunno, my stylist keeps bugging me that it's too tight and all this other stuff but--"

I gripped his freshly pressed collar and pulled him towards my lips. I don't know how long we forcefully kissing, but I did know that Eleanor interrupted. I pulled away as I saw her approaching with a smug look on her face. Not bothering to tame my daggers, Eleanor spoke in her sickly aggravating voice.

"Harry honey, you're stylist wants you immidiately. She wants to make sure our outfits correspond."

I ignored that comment and looked back up at my boyfriend.

Harry nodded at Eleanor's request but kept his eyes locked with mine.

"You like this one?"

I nodded and he grinned, rubbing his nose against mine.

"This one it is then," he whispered. We broke apart and he walked away, Eleanor keeping a lingering gaze towards him as he vanished upstairs.

"Neil, is it?"

I turned to her and shook my head as her smirk widened.

"Tell me how to pronounce it? Oh, wait."

I folded my arms and waited for her to finish her fun.

"I guess now is a perfect time for me to lay down the land," she muttered.

"Listen to me, whatever you are to Harry, just give up. My job as the cover-up is to be the replacement. You and Harry are soon-to-be history after this award show. Deal with it."

She stomped away and it was then when I let my fears, doubts, and tears slip out. It wasn't her threat that scared me;

It was just the fact that she has everything she needs to win.