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Again and Again

Say my name, say my name
Say my stupid name
It's stupid how we always seem to do it again, oh oh

You're so stupid and perfect
And stupid and perfect
I hate you, I want you
I hate you, I hate you
Oh oh, again, again, again

Scarlett POV

It was our last day in New York, well, the whole US before we were on a plane to Italy for their X-Factor finale and I wanted to spend it doing some things I was sure I would miss when travelling with the boys. They had a few early interviews, then there was a huge gap in our schedule where we could break off and do as we pleased. Liam and I planned on an afternoon of ice skating before it was time for rehearsals.

It was nice to spend some time with just Liam for a change. Normally, Harry would invite himself into our conversation but after last week at the club, I found myself wanting to avoid him. The next morning after that night, I woke up in bed with Liam, with Zayn and Niall on the other, and Harry laying on the floor beside me. Niall quickly filled me in on what I had been doing in their room, and slowly but surely, memories from that night came back to me.

The look in Harry’s eyes as he dragged me off the dance floor.

The feel of his body against mine as we stood against the wall.

I wasn’t the innocent one here. As soon as we were alone, something took over and I think I wanted Harry just as much as he wanted me.

Thankfully thoughts of my boyfriend popped into my head before I let things go too far and I had left Harry standing there, alone.

To say Xander was pissed off by my disappearance would be putting it lightly. I made up some excuse about there being a long line but he was pissed about being left alone for so long. I felt bad, I was technically lying to him, so he had every right to be upset with me.

I don’t remember much of what happened after that, just him storming off and me following. I vaguely remember him finding a taxi on his own and leaving me standing there, alone. I don’t know how long I had been out there for, but soon enough, Harry’s arms were around me and we were on our way back to the hotel.

Since that night, I was worried Harry would bring it up, or poke fun of me for having to be rescued, but he hadn’t done either of those things. Granted, we haven’t been alone in the past week, other than for a few minutes when I would hand him his outfit.

As I quickly changed into something a bit warmer to go ice skating with Liam, I heard a knock on my door. I was the only one in the room, everyone else had gone for lunch, so I wasn’t sure who it was.

“Liam? That you? I’ll be ready in a bit!” I called out, pulling a new dress over my head. I could hear the door opening and shrieked, afraid of who would come in on their own.

“Calm down, calm down,” Harry hushed, shutting the door behind him. He took a seat on my bed, ignoring my dumbfounded look as I attempted to cover up. “What?” He looked equally confused, probably because I was covering myself up. Harry often walked around practically naked and expected everyone to be okay with it.

“As much as I’m enjoying the view, Scar, pull your dress down,” he chuckled, earning a scowl from me. Harry Styles barges into my room and tells me how to act. Of course.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked, pulling down my dress. Liam would be here any minute to pick me up and Harry was supposed to have gone out with Kendall for the afternoon. Without waiting for an answer, I flipped my curling iron on and whipped out my makeup bag. I didn’t have time to sit around and wait for him.

“I uh, I don’t know. I guess I’ve missed you.”

I nearly dropped my curling iron on my foot with that one. He missed me?

“Don’t go killing yourself, I was just making a statement. When you’re not inappropriately grinding on me, I actually do enjoy your company,” he added.

Inappropriately grinding on him?

“I…what? You…Harry!” I fumed, dropping my curling iron again. He got out of the bed, chuckling at his own private joke as I struggled to get over what he said. Harry stood beside me and lifted the curling iron himself, inspecting it closely.

“What? It’s true?” he shrugged and pulled out a strand of my hair.

“I did not grind on you, you pulled me off of the dance floor and what are you doing with my hair?” I watched as he wrapped the strand around the curler and actually managed a decent curl.

“You did, not that I’m complaining. I just haven’t talked to you in a while. And I think I’m doing a damn good job at curling your hair, don’t you think?” he smirked.

Smug bastard.

I sighed, he was doing a good job. I guess all that spending time with Lou rubbed off on him. Giving in, I let Harry finish doing whatever it was to my hair and worked on my makeup, letting my guard down a bit. I realized that maybe I had missed him a little bit. When he wasn’t being a cocky jerk, he was a really good friend and always kept a smile on my face.

“Xander’s still angry with me, he’s pissed that I’m spending the afternoon with Liam when I won’t be seeing him for a while. But I don’t know. All of our conversations have been awkward lately. I don’t want our last night out to be the last time I see him, but I’m also afraid that we’ll get into a huge fight again.” I don’t know why I was spilling my guts out to Harry, but he just sat there and listened. Well, listened and curled my hair.

“He seems like a jerk, leaving you out there in the cold. What if someone had gotten to you firs? I…” Harry stopped, setting the curling iron down and clenched his fist. I had a feeling this wasn’t the first time he had thought about this, it seemed to make him angry enough.

I turned to face him and took his hand in mine. I had never seen him so angry, and had it not been for a good reason, it would have frightened me. “Harry, it’s okay,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. I didn’t want him to blow up about this, we just needed to change the subject. “I’m fine, remember? Because of you. It’s over, and we’re about to get out of here. Xander will just have to get over it. I’ll see him for Christmas or something.”

Harry eventually calmed down, taking deep breaths and sighed. I watched as he ran his free hand through his hand, never letting go of mine.

“I-I’m sorry. I just don’t want to think about what could’ve happened to you,” he whispered. Harry took a few steps closer to me, my hand coming to his lips as he kissed it softly.

My breath caught in my throat as he came near. It amazed me how he could go from angry one moment to this sensual guy the next.

“What did you do to me, Scarlett Hawthorn,” I heard him say, his voice at barely a whisper. His hand tangled in my freshly done curls and his lips came near; I could do nothing to stop him.

But a knock on the door could.

“Scar, are you ready?” Liam asked from the other side.

I heard the unmistakable sound of Harry’s voice cursing whatever it was that seemed to be keeping us apart and I quickly pushed him off of me. We had to stop getting ourselves in these kinds of positions.

“I’m coming!” I yelled and grabbed my coat, leaving Harry sitting on my bed with his head in his hands.


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