Imagine part 23//
"Over here!", "Give us a smile". All these questions being shouted at me and Harry as he held me tight around my waist, touching my skin at the cut out part og the dress. He seemed to always look at me, like he was desperate to talk to me. "let's go futher", our managers said and waved us farther away. I sighed and followed them, still being held by Harry. "I need to talk to you (y/n)", Harry whispered wearing a smile as the flashes were everywhere. I looked at him and faked my smile. "Later", I mumbled before we had to pose for the cameras again.
"Niall!" I shouted when I saw him. We had finised the hour walking the carpet, and now I just needed some time from Harry's touche, to stop thinking about how great it feels. "Hi beautiful", he said giving me a kiss om the cheek, following by a hug. "You ok?" He asked sounding concerned. I nodded quickly and gave him a smile. "It's over now, I-I can sit with Vanessa right?" I asked worried I was placed somewhere else. "(Y/n), you're placed next to me and Harry... Don't worry i'll be there ok? He can't bother you", Niall said giving me his soft eyes. I slowly nodded, not sure about the idea. I took a deep breath and sat down, soon seeing Harry's tall figure sit down next to me, just staring at me. "You're so beautiful", he whispered as he frowned, staring at my whole body. "Harry", I mumbled, not wanting to believe his words, because that's what he does, he says nice things, but then terrible things later. "Please talk to me", he pleaded, trying to take my hand. I pulled away and looked at the stage, waiting for a distraction. "Please", he begged again. "I need some air", I lied and got up, walking towards the backstage area. I saw Harry's eyes following me, and he slowly got up from his chair, walking in my footprints. I let out a sigh as I leaned towards the wall. This was too much. "(Y/n)?" A familular voice said from adistance. I quickly opened my eyes and saw Marcus, standing infront of me. "Marcus, I-I didn't know you'd be here", I mumbled fast, not knowing what to tell him. "(Y/n)!" Harry's voice shouted as he turned the corner. "Shit", I mumbled not excited to see how this goes. "Who the hell is this?" Harry asked sounding angry, I hated hearing that tone. I took a deep breath and looked at both of them. "Marcus, meet Harry, my husband. Harry, meet Marcus, my ex-boyfriend"//
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