HARRY’S POV:
We were in the London studio for the day, doing all the finishing touches on the album. It was our last day of recording which we were all nervous and excited about. We were also picking the cover photo with our management.
“So, boys, we have a ton of appearances lined up for the next few weeks. Alan Carr, Radio 1, all the major news outlets. But we wanted to go over the types of questions your likely to be asked. Louis and Liam; we’ve talked about this, they’re bound to ask ‘The Relationship Questions’, so we can just stick with the usual answers. And, um…Harry. We all know there have been a few rumors going around…” Our manager, Jacob fixed his eyes on me.
“Um, yeah…” I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear.
“I think at this point, the best thing to do is just squash the rumors. You’re meant to be the single, fun, party guy in the group, and we want it to stay that way. So when they ask, just say you’re uh… just wanting to have fun for now. Something along those lines.” I didn’t know what to do, or what I could say. I couldn’t disagree with them, mainly because they were the boss. But I also knew there wasn’t much I could do because Anna had said she didn’t really want this out in the public. To be honest, if it were up to me, I would. I just don’t like hiding it; not just for me, but also for her. If all the guys at her school think she’s single, who knows how many of them are hitting on her on a daily basis. I know people would freak out about it for a few weeks, but it would die down, it has to. And then we would be able to just be together for real.
“Alright? We’re good then?” Jacob asked.
“Uh, yeah, yeah I guess so.”
“Good. I’ll see you boys in a few days.” He said, pulling out his phone as he stalked out of the room, leaving us alone. I knew what they all were thinking about.
“It’s fine, guys.” I said, even though it wasn’t.
“Harry, we can tell when you’re lying.”
“Okay, maybe it isn’t okay, but obviously it needs to be.”
“It doesn’t HAVE to be. You could talk to him, tell him that you don’t want to hide it.”
“It’s not just the management that doesn’t want it getting out, it’s her too. She told her friends, but only cause they were angry with her for hiding something, and she’s confident that they won’t tell anyone. But if she doesn’t want the world to know, then they’re not going to.”
“Alright, man. But if I were you, I would just talk to her about it.”
“Yeah, maybe I’ll try.”


We got back home a while later to see all three girls sitting on the floor of our flat, surrounded by shopping bags.
“I know I said make yourself at home, but…” Louis said jokingly, giving El a peck on the cheek.
“Yeah, well… We don’t have our very own super fancy celebrity flat’s to hang out in, so I guess this place will have to do.” She joked. I walked over sand plopped down next to Anna.
“Hey, have fun?” I asked.
“Yeah, absolutely. But you weren’t kidding about the photographers.”
“Dammit, was it bad?” I asked, looking to the other two girls.
“It was- medium. I’ve been around worse. But for Anna’s first experience, it wasn’t easy. But she was great, really.”
“I love how you guys talk abut this like it’s a sport.” Anna said, laughing.
“Yeah, it can seem that way at times. You’ve just got to know how to deal with it correctly.” I said, hoping she really was okay with it. Because if she weren’t, it would make the conversation I wanted to try and have later that much more difficult.

ANNA’S POV:
Everyone decided to make Niall happy and go to Nando’s for dinner, but Harry asked if I wanted to stay back with him. It wasn’t until we were alone that I finally understood why.
“So, I sort of wanted to ask you something.”
“mmkay…”
“Well, we were meeting with our management earlier today and they were talking about all these interviews and stuff we’re going to start with next week, and they asked about, well, us.”
“They asked about me? How-“
“These sort of things just sort of make their way around. But, what I’m trying to get at is, uh. Well, they want me to say that ‘we’re just having fun right now’ or something like that. And I mean, we ARE having fun! But I just- I was hoping what we were doing was a bit more than that…” I felt butterflies in my stomach. Harry really was adorable when he was fumbling with his words, which happened to be a lot of the time. “Um, so. I thought I should ask you properly…um, if you would be my girlfriend?” He looked up from where he had been playing with a loose thread on his shirt. His green eyes looked slightly nervous, like he was worried about what I would say.
“I- wow. Well, yeah, of course.” I said quickly, sputtering words out myself now. He broke out into a huge smile, leaning over to kiss me.
“Good. This is good. And um, that’s not really all.”
“It’s not?”
“No. It’s just- I don’t want to hide this, I really don’t. I don’t want people to think this isn’t what it really is. So, I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do. But, would you maybe just consider, telling, well, the world?”
I let out a deep sigh, trying to think through everything he had just said. “Yeah, I’ll think about it. And trust me, it’s not that I don’t want people to know. That’s not it. It’s just more about, who I would be effecting by doing it, you know? I mean, my family, my friends… who knows what they would be able to dig up about my past…”
“Anna, it you decide to do it, and something like that does happen, I promise, I will take care of it. I’ll help you through it.” He looked at me sincerely and I could almost cry over how perfect Harry seemed to me right now. It honestly scared the crap out of me, how much I liked him. But it scared me in the best way possible, because it seemed like he sort of felt the same way.


On Sunday; Molly, Bryce, and Keenan and I were going to go to a movie and then maybe out to lunch or something. We were also going to try to convince Oliver to come with us. He hasn’t said a word to me since I told him about Harry. I hadn’t really seen him either. We don’t have many classes together and everything’s just been so crazy.
“OLIVER!” Bryce yelled, banging on his dorm room door.
“WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, I CAN HEAR YOU LISTENING TO THAT STUPID MUSIC YOU LIKE! COME ON, STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE!” We were all standing around, hoping he would open the door. I think eventually he got tired of Bryce’s yelling, and the door flung open.
“Hey there, we’re gonna go see a film, wanna come?” Bryce said in an overly cheery voice, a smile plastered on his face.
“Not really.” Oliver grumbled, barely looking over at me.
“Wait, let me rephrase that. You’re coming. So you have 5 minutes to go change. Your time starts now.” Bryce responded, tapping his watch. Oliver sighed, grumbled something else, and shut the door. A few seconds later he returned in a pair of jeans and a red sweatshirt, a frown still on his face.
“Great, we’re making progress. This is good. Come on, Olly, we can share a popcorn!” Bryce practically skipped down the hall, blabbering on and on about how hot the girl was in this movie we were going to see.
The theatre was pretty empty and of course, OF COURSE, I somehow ended up seated next to Oliver. Not that he would talk to me or anything, I was pretty much getting the cold shoulder, the silent treatment, and the occasional bitch face all at once. But thankfully the movie started so I had something to do other than obsess over how much he hated me.
Wrong.
I couldn’t concentrate the entire time. We were halfway through the movie, and I could not tell you one thing about what had happened.
“Okay, come on.” I eventually said, grabbing Oliver by the arm and yanking him out of his seat, out of the theatre, and into the empty hallway.
“What in the hell-“ He said, once I had finally let go.
“We’re gonna talk. Now.”
“Um, No thanks.” He said, turning away slightly.
“No. I’m not doing this anymore, Oliver. We just need to talk, get it all out in the open, and then maybe we can finally get past this.” I think he could tell that I wasn’t letting this go, seeing as he didn’t leave.
“Fine.”
“Good. Okay. So… you’re mad at me?”
“I think that much is obvious.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just not 100% sure as to why.”
“Because you blew me off for weeks, wouldn’t give any of us a reasonable explanation. And then I found out your dating HARRY FUCKING STYLES. Like, how is that supposed to make me feel?!”
“ I-I don’t know. But can you just, please, keep your voice down.” I looked around, praying that no one had heard what he had said last.
“Fine, whatever. But you need to explain to me why you thought all of this was okay.”
“I’m not saying it is. I know I shouldn’t have lied to you guys, but at the time I didn’t really have a choice. It’s complicated, okay. Everything with him is complicated because of press and management and everything that surrounds it. So I was scared to tell you guys because I didn’t want it getting out. But I know I can trust you, can’t I?”
“Okay, just- I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about us. You KNEW how I felt about you-“
“No I didn’t, Oliver! I really didn’t. And if you think I like, led you on, or something, then I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just thought we were fr-“ Suddenly, out of nowhere, I was cut off by Oliver’s lips smashing against mine. It took me about 2 seconds to realize what was going on which was when I shoved him away.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I said, flustered, confused, and slightly pissed off.
“Do you SERIOUSLY not feel anything? Truthfully?” He looked hurt, and I felt horrible. But I wasn’t going to lie to him anymore.
“Oliver, I’m sorry…” He didn’t even let me finish before beginning to walk off in the opposite direction, out of the theatre.
He didn’t look back, he didn’t yell, he didn’t say anything. He just kept walking.

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