Fake Love. || H. S.

She's a model. He's a singer. They want absolutely nothing to do with each other. Forced to love each other on-screen, and slowly off-screen. Very, very, very slowly.

"I loathe him."

©Copyright of khloerose 2014. All rights reserved.


7. hands and lips.

a/n: had an MMA championship on Saturday in Chelsea, got back Sunday. love you all, here's a heated chappy for you, babes.


           Harry's POV


           A small picnic was set up in a secluded area of Green Park in Chelsea for Serenity and myself. I was forced to go, or else my lone walks privilege would be revoked for a few weeks. We couldn't have that, or else I would die of being inside for so long. The drive down to Chelsea was a good 3 hours from Kensington, so reservations were made for us to stay in a hotel close by in Chelsea. Not my doing of course. Serenity was dressed in a pair of black skinnies, a pair of brown leather boots, and a white button-up that had the cuffs rolled up. Several cloth bracelets wrapped around both wrists, and rings were placed on her fingers. 

        At least she has a nice sense of style, I thought as I looked down to see myself wearing something similar to her outfit. Management tipped off our location to about 2 paps, and we were directed to show some love in front of the camera. We were sat on the top of the hill, trees surrounding us. Two gourmet sandwiches were packed, along with sparkling water and other small treats. We began to eat when one paparazzi was seen hiding behind a tree. I winked at her, and she nodded, scooting in closer to me. I took a bite of my sandwich, when a bit of mayonnaise was left on the corner of my mouth. Making sure that the pap was watching, Serenity took her thumb, laughing softly at my 'playfulness' as she wiped it off, her face a mere few inches away from hers. Her eyes met mine, and the paparazzi was gone from our thoughts.

     I pulled Serenity in, caressing her face as my lips finally met hers. Several flashes were heard when we were ambushed by not one, not two, but 4 paparazzi's. We put on our shades, and Serenity helped me put the things back inside the basket. I held the basket in my left hand, wrapping my right arm around Serenity's waist. Her fingers interlocked with mine, and I ignored the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. We managed to get out of the crowd that had formed and walked down to my car. I opened the door for her, placing the basket in the back seat. I closed the door, sliding into my side as well. I turned on the radio, and it was in the middle of 'Steal My Girl'. I awkwardly turned the radio back off, allowing the silence to envelope and suffocate us.


         We reached the hotel we were staying at, and the two paparazzi's that were driving behind us finally left when they weren't allowed access into the hotel. I picked up her bag from the trunk, grabbing mine as well. She snatched the bag from me, now that we weren't in the view of paparazzi. I rolled my eyes. Since my suitcase was quad-wheeled, I decided to be the clumsy person I am and let it go. I turned for a quick second to see the bellboy behind us, and I heard an 'oof'  sound from in front of me. I turned back around to see that Serenity had landed in a guy's arms. They smiled at each other, and I cleared my throat, standing there silently. They guy helped her back to stand, and he looked down at her, smiling widely. They made small chatter while introducing themselves to each other while I brought our bags to the bellboy, sticking them on the cart. 


       This was going to be an interesting night...


a/n: tired. sore. feeling accomplished. how am I? I'm alive. that's pretty much it.

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khloe. xx

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