Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

5: the feeling

"No."

My head snapped over to look at him. His face was expressionless, and I was shocked.

"W-why not?" I sputtered. I fully expected the answer to be yes.

"I don't want it."

"Then why didn't you just tell me?"

"They asked me not to."

I looked away and focused my attention on my burgundy colored nails.

It bothered me that he didn't tell me this when I first asked. If it was as unproblematic as that, I don't see why he couldn't have just said something, even if they told him not to tell me.

I chose to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he didn't want to screw anything up with the new management. Maybe he thought that I might approach them about their offer to Harry, and that it might cause problems.

That sure sounds like something he'd do, so why was I thinking about it so much? Am I disappointed that he rejected the offer, or am I happy?

We rolled to a stop in front of a red light. I felt Harry's hand on my thigh. I looked over at him and stared into his intense, green eyes.

"I love you, Jess," he marveled. The soft "Harry" look I've always known and loved returned to his face.

I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "I know," I teased, with a light shrug of my shoulders.

He chuckled, and pressed down on the gas pedal once the light turned green. He tightened his fingers around my hand and rubbed his thumb across the top of it. I closed my eyes and didn't open them until the car stopped and I heard him put the car in park.

Harry was still holding onto my hand, and I released it to collect my bag off the floor. I opened the door and got out, putting on my sunglasses. My eyes set on the paparazzi and fans waiting just outside the gates, opposite from the entrance we came through. I raised my hand in a wave, then joined Harry on the other side of the car.

"Have a nice nap?" He asked.

I nodded and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Ready to meet JB?" I hummed.

"How does one get ready to meet Justin Bieber?"

***

Ha, I thought my entourage was quite large. 

Justin Bieber "out-entouraged" me by a good fifteen people. All of them were in a spare dressing room backstage and on top of that, music was playing.

"Hey!" I heard a guy's voice shout. Justin stood up from the couch, and he walked over to Jane, Emily, Harry, and I. He wore very loose light wash jeans and a white t-shirt.

Before I could say anything else, he spoke again. "Let me grab Scooter and Sonny, and we can head some place more quiet."

"We'll be in the hallway!" Jane called out to him. Just before we closed the door, a loud eruption of laughter bounced off the walls.