Chapter 47

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ALEXANDRA

I felt Harry's hand on my hip as we walked toward the main entrance of the restaurant, there were a few paparazzis around; some were keeping quiet whilst they snapped pictures of us, but of course, you'll always have the ones who'll throw in a sly question or comment.

"Just ignore them, babe. We're almost at the door." Harry muttered, his grip tightening around my hip. I nodded my head softly, my gazed fixed on my feet; my toes look so pretty. Teehee.

We finally managed to escape the pool of shouting men and were now waiting for the waiter to lead us to our table. As we waited to be led to our spot, Harry wrapped both of his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

"You okay?" He cooed, green eyes sparkling in the dim lit room. I hummed gently, resting my head against his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso lazily.

"I'm fine, H."

"I'm sorry for the small wait, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. Now, if you follow me, I'll take you to your table." The waiter smiled kindly, interrupting mine and Harry's somewhat 'conversation'.

I smiled up at the young lad tightly, quietly following after them both. We walked between the tables, from time to time I'd smile apologetically people when my bag would nudge against them.

"Harry, my man! It's about time you got here!" Jeff, Harry's manager greeted, standing up from his seat and giving Harry a one armed hug.

"Hey Jeffie boy. You remember Alexandra, right?" Harry chuckled as he pulled away from Jeff, his hands searching for my own.

"Of course I do! Alexandra, darling, how are you? It's so nice to see you again." He grinned largely, walking forward some and pulling me into a gentle hug.

"Hello Jeff. It's good to see you too; I'm good, thank you." I smiled shyly, intertwining my fingers with Harry's, feeling him squeeze my hand reassuringly.

"Ahem... are you not going to introduce me, Jeffrey?" An all too sweet voice questioned. I turned my attention to none other than Callie Rowe, said girl was looking at Jeff expectantly, all the while trying to look seductive but was failing miserably.

"There's no need. Hi, I'm Alexandra; Harry's fiancée. It's so nice to meet you." I bit back, immediately killing her two seconds of cockiness with just that sentence.

Harry and Jeff looked between each other unsure of what to do or say next. And as hard as he tried, Harry was not able to hide the stupid grin that was threatening to break across his face.

"Right, okay. Why don't we all have a seat and get to business?"

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HARRY

"If we do go forward with the new video concept, we'd have to start shooting it in the next coming weeks. You've got a few bookings here in London and in L.A as well you can use to promote the single." Jeff commented as he scrolled through the important notes on his phone.

"It's not a bad idea at all. And if I'm supposed to make an appearance on The Ellen DeGeneres, and on James Corden's show, that's a good start for the promotion of the single." I nodded, resting my right hand on Alex's thigh, stroking my fingers against her soft skin delicately.

"Perfect. And then you, Camille, can begin to give small subtle hints about there being a music video for the song without really giving away that you'll be in it. Does that make sense?" Jeff turned to speak to the blonde haired girl sitting in front of me.

"Of course. There's nothing more I'd love than to be apart of this and work with such talented and handsome man as you, Harry." Camille, or whatever her name was smiled suggestively-or at least tried to. Her eyes were fixed on me, even though I wasn't the one talking to her. I smiled at her awkwardly.

I feel bad for the girl. It's clear she's trying to be seductive and shit, but jokes on her because I'm completely gone for the girl sitting next to me; my fiancée.

I glanced at Alexandra discreetly, only to see the seething look etched on her face. Oh shit, this is not good. This is not good at all. Shit.

"So Jeff, do we have anything else related to the single we have to discuss?" I asked my manager, clearing my through to try and get rid of the tension in the atmosphere.

"No. That's was all we had to discuss. I'll just send you the information of when and where filming will start. I'll do the same with you, Camille." The dark haired man assured, his attention focused on his mobile phone.

"Very well. Can we get on to something more exciting? Perhaps dessert?" Camille smirked from across the table, her intimidating gaze trained on me the whole bloody time.

"We've not had dinner yet..." I trailed off nervously, to which Alexandra chuckled in what to be the first time since we got to the restaurant.

The blonde girl sitting across from me didn't seem to like my comment nor Alexandra's chuckling because in a blink of an eye, she was glaring intently at us both, but mainly at Alex.

"Can I please be excused? I've got to go to the restroom." Alexandra inquired softly, squeezing my hand lovingly as she stood up from her seat.

"Of course, yes! As a matter of fact, I'm going to step outside for a second to make a quick phone call." Jeff announced as he too stood up from his seat.

My eyes widened in realisation.

I'm going to be left alone with Camille Rowe.

This is not good. This is not good at all. She's been highly known for spreading fake and inappropriate rumours about us both in the past; have in mind, I was with Alexandra when Camille began to talk about our supposed 'romance'. What guarantees me she won't do it again just for the sake of her name being splashed on newspapers?

"Finally, we're left to ourselves!" She chuckled all too calmly, American accent sounding taunting.

"Not for long though. Need I remind you, I'm here with my fiancée? You're just here because of business purposes. We hardly even know each other." I finally snapped.

Camille rolled her eyes, standing up from her seat and walking around the table to plop herself on my lap.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Get away from me!" I sneered in bewilderment. The blonde haired girl only hummed in amusement, completely ignoring my plea for her to get as far away from me as possible.

"Would you please stop telling yourself you don't want me, Harry? We both know you're dying to have a repeat of last time..." she trailed off, her face coming dangerously close to my own.

I tried, and failed yet again to get her off of my lap; she's got her arms wrapped around my neck in a death grip, not once moving an inch when I tried to push her off.

"You're delusional if you really think something happened between us. This is the first time I'm even seeing you in person. And you're also crazy for thinking I'd ever be unfaithful to my fiancée." I laughed darkly.

"Okay. Whatever you say. Just remember one thing; don't come crawling back to me when she leaves you." She whispered simply.

What the hell is she-

It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to react.

Camille had grabbed onto my cheeks and closed the small distance she had left between us in a harsh kiss. I grabbed onto her waist in my very last attempt at getting her off me, but for the hundredth time, I failed.

"What the fuck?"

"H?"

Pulling away from my face in satisfaction, Camille stood up, leaving me to stare up at a completely frozen and heartbroken Alexandra. Jeff was standing by her side, a look of disbelief written all over his face.

"Baby, it's not what it looks like, I swear to you." I promised Alexandra as I walked toward her and held onto her waist.

"How could you do this to me, H?" She whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears that fell down her cheeks almost as quickly as they formed.

"No, kitten! I would never do something like this to you-" I cried, moving my hands to hold onto her wet cheeks.

"Take me home. I want to go home." She murmured, shaky hands coming to pry my own from her cheeks, before she turned around and began to make her way through the tables and out of the restaurant.

I turned to look at Jeff, my face blank from any sort of emotion.

"Get rid of her. Get rid of her, or so help me God, I'll make sure she never gets to work again!" I growled angrily. Some of the people who were sitting around us turned to see what all the commotion was about. Jeff stared at me momentarily, but in a matter of seconds, he was nodding his head.

"Of course I will, Harry. Go check on Alexandra, I've got it from here." He assured. I looked to where a smug Camille was sitting messing about on her phone, pointing a finger in her direction.

"You've messed with the wrong person." I snarled, my eyes sending daggers at her. "You'll thank me later." She winked, as if she wasn't the least it faced of what she had caused.

Without as much as a wave to Jeff, I was sprinting out of the restaurant in search of Alexandra. She was leaning against the door of the black Range Rover, her back toward me, when I spotted her.

"Kitten-"

"Save it Harry. I don't want to hear a word from you." She sniffled, opening the door of the SUV and getting in quietly, her face blank.

What have I gotten myself into?

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