I was currently dancing around Harry and I’s kitchen, putting away groceries, when I heard a big thump, I quickly turned around and saw Harry standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his suitcase on the ground beside him, with a long look on his face.

“What’s the matter, Harry?” I asked, as I crossed the room and pulled him into a hug. He had been gone a few days, performing at the season finale of X-Factor America, and I stayed behind because I had some work to do.

“I’m just exhausted,” he, quietly, muttered while staring behind me. He was lying.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I told him while I stroked his cheek with my hand. “I know you aren’t just tired, babe.”

“Can I get a cup of tea first?” Harry asked, while resting his hands on my waist. I nodded my head before standing on the tips of my toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. I walked over to the stove and quickly made him a cup of tea. He took a seat on the counter and I, carefully, handed him the hot cup. He took a cautious sip, being careful so he wouldn’t burn his tongue, before setting the cup on the counter and using his legs to pull me towards him. He rested his forehead against mine, and pushed a piece of hair out of my face.

“They want me out of the band,” Harry, quietly, said. My heart dropped when I heard what he said and I pulled my forehead away from his.

“Who does, Harry?” I asked him, running my hand through his hair.

“The fans, they’re blowing up my Twitter still,” he, disappointedly, said before hopping off the counter and going upstairs. I let out a sigh before following after him. I found him, lying face first, on the bed, I frowned before walking over to his feet and pulling his boots off and setting them on the ground. I walked over to our closet and pulled down a blanket and threw it over him before going to lie down next to him.

“What are you thinking?” I asked him as I played with his hair.

“About how I’m going to tell the boys I quit,” Harry muffled into the pillow.

“The fans will be mad at you even more if you quit,” I informed him, and he turned around, so he was lying on his back.

“I just can’t please them, can I?” He asked while putting his head in my lap.

“You can’t please them all. They were mad at you when you got rid of your boots, even though they all hated them. They were mad at you when you broke up with me, even though they hated me a lot of the time. They were mad at you when you got the butterfly tattoo, they were mad at you when you cut off most of your curls, they were mad at you when you wore those horrendous jean shorts.”

“Where are you going with this?” Harry asked, a slight tone of annoyance to his voice.

“My point is, they were mad at you for all those things, but they got over them. I know this is a bigger deal than most of the things I mentioned, but that just means they need more time to get over it. All that matters is that I forgave you, Harry. It’s you and I against the world,” I told him, smiling down at him.

“But what if they never get over it?” He asked, playing with the engagement ring on my finger.

“Then that’s their problem. You made a mistake, a lot of people do. Normal people make mistakes. You just need to keep doing what makes you happy, and that’s being in One Direction.”

“It doesn’t make the fans happy,” he said, stubbornly.

“Harold. Do you remember in your movie, when you said that being in the band can get a little overwhelming?” I asked him and he nodded his head. “And that you just need to take a few steps back and breathe?”

“Of course,” he said, looking at me with confusion written on his face.

“That’s what you need to do with this situation. You need to take a breather from the fans.”

“And what do you suggest we do to take a breather from the fans?” Harry asked, stroking his fingers along my jaw.

“You give up social media for a while, and you stay out of the spotlight. Just be Harry Styles from Cheshire for a few weeks,” I, lovingly, told him.

“But Harry from Cheshire didn’t know Abby from Cincinnati?” Harry said as he pulled me down so I was lying on his chest.

“You know what I mean,” I told him as I bumped my nose with his.

“I do,” he, quietly, said as he pressed a simple kiss to my lips. “Thank you.”

“It’s us against the world, Harry.”

“And the world better watch out,” Harry said before laying me on my back and hovering over me. He pressed his lips to mine, passionately, as he moved his hands down my abdomen, and slid his hands under my shirt. We spent the rest of the night getting lost in one another, lost in the passion that radiated between us.

Notes

SORRY THIS FILLER SUCKS.
I was gonna go in a different direction but then I had a brain fart.