I stormed into the house, avoiding the great annoyance outside. Slamming the door shut, I make it clear that I am present, and I am not in a good mood. I hear laughing in the general living area and heavily walk into the room and angrily take a seat next to Perrie. The laughing, that had ceased when I walked in, turned into confused stares.

“Everything okay, Har?” Dani is the first to speak up.

Is everything okay? I’m not sure. I don’t know if I should be mad or upset. I guess I’m both really; I’m clearly mad because of the way he continued to hit on me after I had told him I was engaged, but I wasn’t too sure the whole… nickname thing. My mind was at a cross between pissed off and utterly depressed that he had dared call me that. Of course, he didn’t even know it was a bad thing, and I suppose I may have overreacted just a little bit.

“To be honest,” I started but I couldn’t hold back my sadness as it took out the anger, “no!” I burst into tears and clung to Perrie. In return, she was shocked at first before she started to comfort me as Zayn had done just this morning, stroking my hair. They are so alike.

“Aw, boo… What happened?”

I huff, tear streaks marking my face. “Why don’t you check the latest gossip network? I’m sure they know what happened.”

I hear several phones slide out of the girls’ pockets and a few clicks and such later, several gasps emanate. I look at all of them wearily as their eyes scan over whatever article they had opened up. Eleanor looks at me; she frowns and hands her phone to Perrie.

“You did what?!?!” Perrie exclaims. I wince at the loud exclamation. Hailey lets out a gurgle noise and El picks her up from her peaceful circle on the floor, and all I can think is that it wasn’t that bad, was it? I take the phone from Perrie and read the web published article.

Reporters caught Harmony Mattingly, fiancé to boy band member Harry Styles, hitting a local at the neighborhood park in Los Angeles, CA. Sources say that she appeared to have recently been crying. The local man looked to be hitting on Mattingly before she slapped him straight across the face and screamed at him. But even more interesting? Mattingly wasn’t wearing her engagement ring. Could it be that celebrity power couple, Harony, is #over?

Attached to the article were photos of me hitting the shithead and running from the park. I scoffed in disgust and angrily gave El her phone back. All pairs of eyes were on me, staring as they waited for me to say something, but I didn’t know what they wanted me to say.

“Well?” Diane asked.

“Well what?”

“Is this shit true or do you want to tell us what exactly went on? Because this doesn’t seem like you – at all.”

I sighed. His disgusting way of flirting with me was revolting, but that was no reason to go full on ape at him. Then again, I couldn’t tell them the truth, because no one knows the truth. But if someone should know the truth, the first person I need to tell is Harry. He’d be upset if I told everyone before telling him.

“He was flirting with me. I got upset,” I said.

“Har, you could have told him nicely to go away. Instead, your face is on every web form of media and bound to be on the cover of tons of magazines tomorrow. And not wearing your ring? What the hell were you thinking!” Perrie yells at me.

“I know, I know. That’s not even the whole truth, but I want Harry to know before anyone because I think he might feel like I don’t trust him anymore. He deserves to know the truth. Then, after I tell him, I’ll let you know.”

The girls smile at me in awe. “Aw… Okay, make up to Harry first, then we’ll talk.”

~

I had been waiting patiently for hours for Harry and the other guys to arrive, but it’s ten o’clock and my eyes are starting to droop. Another yawn escapes my lips, diverting my eyes from the front door for a measly second before I stare back at it.

“Har, Zayn just told me that they decided to go out. You should get some rest,” Perrie says. I frown and nod my head.

“Okay. Goodnight,” I tell her before retreating to the bedroom finally.

Dragging my heavy feet to the drawer to pick out some pajamas, I catch a glimpse of the ring out of the corner of my eye. I stop what I’m doing and look at it. My frown grows as my head floods with thoughts of Harry and I, happy and whatnot. I pick up the band and place it back on my finger. I hold my hand tightly to my chest and sigh again before moving on to change into a baggy shirt of Harry’s and some short bottoms.

I crawl under the covers and lay on my side. My eyes are tired, but I can’t seem to close them long enough to fall asleep with Harry on my mind. Instead, I gaze blankly out the window into the darkness of Los Angeles at night.

It’s not till about an hour or so later that I finally start to stop resisting the urge to keep my eyes open, so I give in and close them. My mind, however, is awake and alert, for I am not fully asleep.

The door clicks open, but my eyes stay closed. Shuffling noises fill in the silence before Harry’s figure gets under the covers with me. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

“I’m so sorry,” I hear him whisper. Without him being able to see, I smile lightly before I fall into a deep sleep.

Harry’s POV
I wake up the next morning just as the sun is coming up, and the first thing I can see is her beautiful face, so peaceful and calm. Her presence itself makes me smile, to know that I can wake up everyday and just have the authority to look at her.

Yesterday, I thought long and hard about what had happened between us. The fight we had was stupid and completely unnecessary of me. I should have just told her to take all the time she needs; I’ll always be here for her.

Then, all I know is that her face is popping up all over the social networks and #HaronySplit is trending all over the world. I can’t say I was upset when I read the stories about her hitting a guy, because she was clearly standing up for herself. However, I am a bit disappointed to hear that her ring wasn’t on.

I shrugged it off as she just forgot to put it on or she didn’t want to be identified because I couldn’t even think about her and I not being together. Plus, Harmony was wearing her ring when I crawled into bed last night, and I still felt terrible for making her cry.

A small yawn escaped her lips as her eyes blinked open. She shifted her gaze from the window to me, and I watched as her smile started to grow then faded altogether.

“Morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” she whispered and looked down at my chest. I frowned too at the sight of hers.

“I’m-”

“Sorry. I know; I heard you last night when you came in but I was too tired to respond… I forgive you,” she tells me, but her expression doesn’t change.

“Then what’s wrong?”

She looks up at me. “Harry, I haven’t been telling you the whole truth lately, and I think you deserve to know things I haven’t been telling you.” Unsure of what to do, I nod as if to tell her to go on. “You’ve seen the articles I’m assuming…”

“I have, and I can’t say I’m upset about it. Those stories can be quite exaggerated.”

She nods. “Well, the reason I hit the guy is because… he called me Dandelion.”

“Dandelion? Isn’t that what you were talking about yesterday?”

“Yes, and I just want you to know that these… dreams I’m having are affecting me. I’m ready to talk about them,” she says a tad uneasy. I smile assuring her that I’m ready to listen. She lets out a breath and begins. “In these dreams, there’s always been this little girl that I see in a meadow. I would just sit there with her and sometimes we’d exchange words until a woman, who I know now is her mom, came to get her. I never knew who she was or why I was having this reoccurrence of dreams, but I never really took them too seriously until yesterday.

“Yesterday’s dream was different. I wasn’t really sure that these dreams I’ve been having lately meant something, but now I’m sure that they’re trying to tell me something. I just don’t know what. Same girl, same clothes, but instead of the meadow, we were in a building. The girl was asking about a wedding, and her mother explained to her what it was.” She then stopped as if she wasn’t so sure about the next part of her speech.

“Then what happened?” I ask her, staring longingly into her eyes.

“Then… then her dad came in. He scolded her about boys in the future… and he called her Dandelion.”

She took a long pause, staring not into my eyes, but back at my chest.

“What about dandelions?” I try to continue her on.

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “My dad used to call me Dandelion. He made up that nickname for me, and it stuck. After his death… I wouldn’t let anyone call me that, not even Drew… Harry, I’m that little girl, and these dreams… they’re trying to tell me something, but I’m not sure I want to know what it is…”

I could see the fear in her eyes and I pulled her closer to me as she let her tears run free. Her sobs filled the room, and I just stroked her hair comfortingly. ‘I won’t let anything get in between us, Har. Not even a couple of dreams should be able to tear us apart.’