"Does she have to come?" I complained, laying my head on Harry's shoulder. "Unfortunately." I groaned.

"I'm right here!" Kendall said, shocked. "We don't care!" We exclaimed at the same time. "Well, at least the photo shoot will be fun. With the paint and all." I nodded, tracing patterns on the back of his hand. "Here we are guys! Harry and Anna, you two have to split up until we get inside." He rolled his eyes, letting go of my hand and grabbing Kendall's. I got out of the car, following Paul into the building.

As soon as we were inside, Harry ran up behind me, lifting me up above him.

"Harry!" I squealed, kicking. "What?" "Put me down!" "No can do An!" He carried me into the elevator, earning a glare from the business woman in there with us, so he sat me down.

We walked into a bright white room with paint buckets in the middle. "Boys, go find Caroline!" Kendall and I walked over to Paul who stood to the side. "You two can stand over here with me if you want, or you can do whatever. If you don't mind seeing the boys in their underwear, you can go find them." I nodded and went to find them, Kendall staying behind. "Anna! C'mere!" "What Haz?" I asked walking in. "You like my outfit?!" "It's gorgeous Haz." I said laughing.

"Boys! Throw paint on each other!" I stood back, laughing as they threw globs at each other. Harry got hit the most, followed by Louis. Niall didn't get much on him because he was running around to dodge the paint. Zayn and Liam just stood there, getting hit by all sorts of colours. "Hey slut." I heard behind me. I stiffened up, realizing I had to deal with the bitch herself. "What do you want Kendall?" "Just wanted to come say hi!" "I despise you." "Now, just because I'm fucking Harry and you aren't-" "Shut up Kendall!!" "Oh, so I'm right? You like him?" "I never said you were." "You also never said I wasn't." She said, walking off.

*

"Let's take some funny pictures!" "Anna! C'mere!" Harry exclaimed, pulling me over to him. He started throwing paint on me, it going all over my white clothes. He pulled me close to him as we did funny poses for the pictures. "Do a fake kiss!" We laughed, puckering our lips and putting them together, just touching, not kissing. The camera man laughed as he took the picture, making Harry laugh as well.

He tripped a little, making our lips crash together. He kissed me, so I kissed back, my arms going around his neck. We pulled away with wide eyes as he was dragged away by Kendall.

"Hey Anna!" Zayn called, running up behind me. "Hey...Did you guys see that?" He nodded with a smile. "He likes you." "No he doesn't. He just slipped." "Then why did he embrace the kiss?" "I don't know. Maybe because he forgot it was me?" "No. It's because he likes you." "That's what you think." "That's what I know, love." I rolled my eyes. "He's marrying Kendall." "You and I both know he can't stand her. You know he doesn't want to marry her." "Well he is and there's nothing that can change it." "Maybe if management saw that he was in love with somebody els-" "No, I don't like him like that." "They still might have sympathy for him though. Besides, I saw you kiss him back." He said, walking away.

Okay, so maybe I was partially in love with my best friend. That doesn't mean I have to tell him.

My phone vibrated and I looked down to see a text from Harry:

'You were my first kiss.'

'Liar.'

'No I'm serious! I'm just glad it wasn't fucking Kendall.'

'She said you two have already had sex.'

'That bitch. I'm stuck with her right now...Save me?'

'Where?'

'Go down the hallway and take two lefts then a right.'

I followed his instructions and found a wide open room, them being to the side. Neither of them noticed (Harry being turned the other way and Kendall caught up in her over adramatic story) when I had come in, so when I wrapped my arms around his waist, he jumped a little bit.

"Hey." I said quietly, her not hearing me. "Hey...I was serious by the way." "Sure you were." "I was!" "Mhmm..." He smiled at me, kissing my forehead. "Can we leave?" "No Harry." "I thought you didn't like her?" "I don't. I thought you meant the photo shoot." "Oh, that too." "We can leave her, just not the shoot." "Why?" "Paul will get mad." "Oh c'mon babe, live a little." "Don't call me babe." "Why?" "Tevin is the only person that can call me that." "But I called you that way before he came along!" "But he's my boyfriend. Now let's leave." He smiled triumphantly. "I hate you." I mumbled because of him getting his way. Again. "No you don't. You love me." "Unfortunately."