Shreya's POV:

After the rain stopped, I was ushered by the costume crew.I was given a white full-sleeved blouse and a long white skirt with a pretty gold border.They adjusted the dress a bit with pins and needles and left me in the hands of make-up crew when my brother walked in.

"Hellooo" I greeted him with a smirk.

"What are you wearing?" He asked eyeing my dress up and down.

I stood up and did a twirl and sat back down.The crew around me chuckled.

"This is a traditional North Indian wear" I replied as they began doing my hair.

"You look pretty anyway.I am gonna take a shower" He stretched his arms over his head making the ladies around me drool.

"Oii! Eyes here!" Diya's voice commanded them as she walked in.

"Hello stranger" I gave her a tight-lipped smile.

She just smiled back and grabbed a blow dryer and plugged it on. She stood before the other mirror and began blow drying her hair but she smiled sheepishly every now and then looking at her reflection.I look at her puzzled when my phone beeped on the desk before me.I picked it up and swiped my thumb across it and placed it before me.

"Hii!" Stephen's face popped up on my screen.

"Hello!" I waved at him.

"What's up?" He asked.

"I am being dolled up for shoot" I replied.

"Yeah right, if they don't apply that many layers then no one would come to look at your face" He laughed.

"Fuck off" I flipped him.

"Enga andha moonji(Where is the other face)?" He asked peeping through the screen.

"Neeye paaru(See for yourself)" I flipped the camera and showed Diya who was smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

"Paithiyam muthirucha (Is she going insane)?" He laughed.

"I don't know" I shrugged.

"I will call you back in a few.Bye di" He waved and hung up the call.

"Afra" Zayn called me as he walked into the room in a white shirt and black jeans.

"What?" I asked him.

"I got a call from my PA.A recording label is interested in working with me" He told me as he stood behind me.

"That's good but didn't you say I quote,'I need a fucking break'" I air quoted his words.

"I know what I said but I didn't say I want to lose touch with my music" He shrugged.

"I know something is churning inside that head of yours.What is it?" I asked him as the make-up artists stopped pampering me.

"I have to go to LA to meet them" He said looking at me in the mirror.

"When?" I asked as I turned around.

"Tomorrow or the day after?" He answered uncertainly.

"Zayn" I said quietly.

"I told I will stay with you for a while but I am sorry,Afra.I will make it up to you" He held my hands as he sat down.

"Did you tell mum and dad?" I asked him grumpily.

"I thought we could call them together after your shoot" He smirked.

"Deal" I gave him a half-smile.

"Mam,your shot is ready" One of the assistant directors informed me from the door.

"Where is Diya?" I asked no one in particular as I looked around.

"I dunno" Zayn replied as he scratched his head shyly.

I slapped my forehead and walked out of the room with the assistant director.He gave me the script for the upcoming scene.I read my dialogues as we walked to the sets together with my brother following me like a lost puppy.Today's scene had a liplock sequence,it took me back to a couple of days ago when I talked to Harry about the liplock scenes.

"Harry?" I called.

"Yes love?" He answered from the seat beside me.

"I wanted to talk about something" I told him fiddling with my fingers.He looked at me and took a deep breath.

"You're nervous.We'll talk after we get out of here" He told me.

As soon as we were done with our manicure and pedicure,he held my hand and lead me to his room and locked it behind us and then pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me.I smiled as I rested my head on his chest.He ran his fingers through my hair soothing my nerves.

"Now,tell me what was it you wanted to talk about,love?" He asked resting his cheek on my head.

"Harry,you do know that the movie I am acting is more like a Romeo-Juliet story,right?" I asked.

"Yes,my Juliet" He chuckled making me smile wider.

"There are kissing scenes and intimate scenes in the script" I told quietly.

"Look at me" He said softly tilting my head up holding my cheeks.

"Hare" I said quietly.

He placed his lips on mine and caressed it very gently and then pressed his lips softly on my either cheeks and then took a deep breath as he kissed my forehead.My body moulded into his completely and my arms were grasping him hard.

"Does he make you feel this way,love?" He asked huskily.I shook my head 'no' wordlessly too mesmerised to speak words coherently.

"Then,I don't have anything to be afraid of" He smiled popping out his dimples.I stood on tiptoes and pressed my lips against his dimples.

"Shre,you have seen me hug millions of fans and always understood the difference.Even after those rumours and fake-dating stuff,you trusted me and gave me your love.Now,it's my turn.Let me be a good boyfriend,okay?" He pecked my lips quickly.

"Oh,Harry Edward Styles!" I mumbled as I placed my cheek against his chest and held him as tight as possible.

"Oh,Shreya Afra Malik!" He mimicked me holding me as if we would drown without each other.

"I love you" I declared.

"I love you more" He said seriously and traced the lines on my lips with his.

A/N:

Happy birthday @priyadharshini12 ! 

I hope you like your present!