“Why are you nervous, babe?” Harry asked me as he turned onto another street. I fidgeted with my coat and shirt while looking out the front window of Harry’s car.

“I just know he’ll have fans call in and ask us questions and I’m scared for their responses,” I, openly, told Harry, who took one hand off the wheel to grab my hand and press a kiss to the back of it.

“Babe, that’s not going to happen. It never does,” Harry told me while keeping his eyes on the road, it was mid-November and, of course, it was raining.

“You promise?” I asked him as I swiped my finger back and forth on my jeans, something I did to help calm my nerves.

“I promise,” he told me while he took a brief second to flash me a smile. We spent the remainder of the ride listening to Elton John belt out the words on the radio. Lately, Harry and I hardly ever listened to the Top 40, mainly because we’re both big fans of older bands, and different genres. ‘Tiny Dancer’ just finished playing when Harry turned into the studio parking lot, he quickly parked the car and got out.

“Come on, love,” Harry said as he opened my door and held his hand out to me. I stepped down and Harry, immediately, pulled me in for a warm hug. “It’ll be okay.”

We walked inside, hand in hand, until we were greeted by an excited Nick Grimshaw.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite celebrity couple!” Grimmy exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and clapping.

“Grim, I’m not a celebrity?” I said to him as he enveloped me in a hug.

“Well you ought to be! You’ve got photo galleries now, love,” he said as he pulled away and kissed my cheek.

“Hey Grimmy,” Harry greeted him as they hugged one another.

“Nice to see my favorite One Direction member for once, yeah? What’s it been? Couple weeks, yeah?” Grimmy, knowingly, told Harry.

“I’ve been busy with the boys. We’re recording the third album, ya know,” Harry told him while punching Grimmy’s arm.

“Cheatin’ on me with another man now, Styles? I’m appalled,” Grimmy said as he led us to his studio room.

“Not just one, but four, and a female,” Harry joked. I couldn’t help but laugh as I listened and watched the exchange between the two best friends.

“Alright, Harold. What’s off limits for today’s interview? I didn’t get a chance to read managements email,” Grimmy said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“I’m not entirely sure, they sent me one as well but I didn’t see anything about limitations,” Harry informed him.

“I have a personal limitation, Grim,” I said, eying him suspiciously.

“Yeah? What might that be, love?” He, smugly, asked.

“No asking us about what goes on in the bedroom,” I said, giving him the death glare.

“Well there goes my opening question!” He whined, causing Harry and I to chuckle at him. “Off the air, what’s Harold, here, like in the bedroom? He’s terrible isn’t he?” I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh as Nick asked me that. Once I settled down I took a deep breath.

“Let’s just say Harry Styles has style,” I, pointedly, told Grimmy and I saw Harry cover his face with his hands.

“STOP IT!” Harry exclaimed, but it was muffled through his hands.

“What? Grimmy’s my gay bestie, I’m allowed to talk to him about these things, Harry,” I, jokingly, told him and watched as Grimmy nodded his head in agreement.

“Anyways, it’s time to do the Breakfast Show!” Grimmy exclaimed as he adjusted his mic and placed his headphones over his ears, Harry and I followed doing the same thing.

“Good morning, my lovely listeners!! It’s time for The Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw, but you all can call me Grimmy,” Nick said into his microphone, with way too much excitement I might add. “On this rain filled morning, I am joined with two of my favorite people ever, Harry Styles and his bird, Abby!”

“Helllllllooooooooo,” Harry and I simultaneously said into our respected microphones.

“Abby, dear, why on earth does your shirt have horses on it?” Grimmy asked, and I looked down at my shirt and smiled.

“I don’t know. I liked the shirt so I bought it!” I giggled at him.

“It beats Harry’s plain blue shirt,” Grimmy noted and I nodded at him.

“My whole outfit beats Harry’s,” I, smugly, told him. It was true, I had on a white shirt that had two horses on it, paired with skinny jeans, a camo green lightweight coat, and a pair of brown ankle boots. Not to mention my hair was in a fish-braid.

“That it does, although you both have on identical brown boots,” Grimmy mentioned and I looked at Harry’s feet to see he was right. Harry was wearing his dumb, ugly brown boots that made his ankles look fat.

“But mine are better, right Grimmy? They don’t make my ankles look frumpy,” I said as I held my legs up for Grimmy to get a better look.

“That they don’t, I like yours!” Grimmy exclaimed.

“You guys suck,” Harry, sadly, said as he looked down at his boots.

“No, your shoes do,” I said with laughter and Harry gave me an evil glare.

“Alright kids, I’m sure some of you are wondering, ‘why are they on Grimmy’s show?’ well I’m going to let them tell you,” Grimmy said as he nodded at us. I looked at Harry and he smiled at me.

“I don’t think there is any way to break this to you all softly, so I’m just going to say it, Abby and I are engaged to be married!” Harry exclaimed in his microphone while looking at me, I gave him a thumbs up. We spent the next five minutes having Grimmy asking us his own questions before we went to commercial.

“Alright, the next segment is fan questions, the producers are going through, now, looking for questions on Twitter and what not. Also, the producers read management’s email and we won’t be taking calls from the fans because we won’t know what they are going to say and we don’t want any negativity on the show,” Grimmy informed us and we nodded our heads along with his words. After the break we went back on and started the question segment.

“Welcome back, folks! It’s time for Twitter questions! @Natalia1D4eva wants to know how Harry proposed. Abby, how did Harry propose?” Grimmy said, directing the question to me.

“Well, we were in Australia and we had a date night, to conclude the night we walked along the shore and Harry pretended to take his shoes off and then while he went to take the second shoe off he pulled the ring out and proposed,” I explained and I looked at Harry who smiled at me.

“So it’s safe to say you were surprised?” Grimmy asked.

“Yup, caught me totally off guard!” I exclaimed. We went on to answer many more Twitter questions until one of the producers told us we had one last question before the interview was over.

“Alright, last question is from @Bridget_Styles, Harry you’ve got another sister?” Grimmy joked after reading the girls username. “She wants to know where you got the ring from because it’s flawless, like Abby!”

Harry laughed before answering the question, “actually it’s a family ring. My granddad used it to propose to my grandmum and my dad used it to propose to my mum and my dad handed it down to me.”

“That’s lovely, Styles,” Grimmy, sickly, said.

“Lovely just like, Abby,” Harry said as he looked at me.

“So Harry, Bridget mentioned it’s flawless like Abby. Does Abby have any flaws?” Grimmy asked him and I rolled my eyes.

“She does! But that’s what makes her perfect!” Harry said as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

“What’s her worst flaw?” Grimmy pressed.

“Well I don’t want to embarrass her—“ Harry started to say before Grimmy cut him off.

“Oh, please do!!” Grimmy excitedly said.

“Okay! I will! Whenever she’s driving the car, she likes to lock the windows while turning the heat on and then fart. I swear she tries to kill me!” Harry exclaimed and I felt my face get super-hot.

“Oh like you’re any better!” I said with amusement in my voice. “He likes to give me Dutch ovens, which is where he traps me under the blankets and farts! Those are the worst!”

“She blows her nose into a tissue then she shows it to me and asks if that’s normal,” Harry countered with a devilish grin on his face.

“At least I blow my nose; you pick yours and then chase me around the house trying to stick it on me!” I said with laughter.

“You eat donuts at 2 o’clock in the morning!” Harry exclaimed.

“You sleep with chocolate bars under your pillow, Harry!” I countered.

“You walk around the house with your shirt flipped over your face, so it’s covering it, acting like a mummy, you scare Sage when you do that!”

“And you walk around the house with your hands cupped to your chest, singing ‘I’ve Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts’ and sometimes you even put Sage’s tennis balls in your shirt and then go on singing,” I said and we looked over at Grimmy who was on the floor laughing.

“Alright you two, settle down,” Grimmy said into his mic after he had calmed down. “I think it’s safe to say you two win the award for world’s weirdest couple.”

“And we will take that award with pride,” Harry added, causing me to laugh at him.

“Anyways, our time with the lovely and newly engaged couple is over. It’s been a pleasure chatting with you two,” Grimmy said as he looked at us.

“Well it was a pleasure to be here,” I told him and Grimmy winked at me.

“Here’s some new music from Justin Bieber! I’ll be back shortly after the break!” Grimmy exclaimed and then the producer’s signaled we were off air.

“You two are a mess,” Grimmy told us as he stood up and stretched.

“The best mess!” I told him as I stood up and grabbed my bag. Harry held my coat up as I slid my arms into the sleeves.

“So, when are we all going out again? It’s been awhile since we’ve hit the town,” Grimmy asked as he walked us to the door.

“I don’t know, how about on the weekend?” Harry said and Grimmy nodded his head.

“Sounds good! I’ll text you lot later in the week,” Grimmy said as he gave me a hug goodbye, doing the same with Harry. We walked out of the studio and over to Harry’s car where he helped me in before walking around to get in on the driver’s side.

“So what do you want to do? We’ve got all day,” Harry said as he slowly pulled out of his parking spot.

“I could go for a bite to eat,” I told him as I fumbled with my iPhone trying to find a song to play. Harry agreed and he quickly made his way to our favorite café by my old apartment. We walked inside and grabbed a table near the back, Harry handed me a menu and we started to look it over.

“The interview wasn’t bad,” Harry mentioned and I nodded my head.

“It went really well, actually,” I told him with a smile as I set my menu down, already knowing what I wanted.

“Are you getting the strawberry crepes?” Harry asked as he looked at me over the top of his menu.

“Yes sir,” I said I fixed up my tea, just the way I liked it, while also making Harry’s tea how he likes it.

“Then I’m getting cinnamon pancakes,” Harry said. Of course he was getting those, he always did. He got the pancakes and would give me two of the four and I would give him one of my two crepes. It’s what we did. “Bacon or Sausage, love?”

“Sausage, and eggs, sunny side up!” I told him as I scrolled through my Twitter feed.

“I’ll get bacon then, and scrambled eggs, yeah?” He asked as he set his menu down and I nodded at him. He stood up to go order our food and I continued to look at my Twitter mentions. I didn’t realize Harry was back until he spoke.

“What are they saying?” He said and I looked up at him to see him sipping on his tea.

“They don’t understand why you’re marrying me, I’m fat, I’m ugly, I—wait, do I dress like a lesbian?” I asked him, looking up from my phone again.

“No! You dress very modest,” Harry said as he, too, pulled his phone out.

“Oh my god, I dress like a lesbian!” I exclaimed and other customers in the café, turned to look at us.

“No you don’t! You dress like you have self-respect and that’s because you do,” Harry told while he grabbed my free hand.

“Just ignore them, Abby. They don’t know what they’re saying. They are jealous of you, love,” Harry said as he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I smiled at him and put my phone away, and as I put my phone away, I put away the negative words coming from Harry’s fans. Our food eventually arrived and we quickly split up our dishes to share with one another and kept small talk going between us. After eating we got up and paid before going back to Harry’s car. We walked outside and Harry’s car was surrounded by screaming fans.

“Oh my god,” I muttered as Harry wrapped a protective arm around my waist and began pulling us through the crowd, to his car.

‘Scuse me ladies! No time for autographs, we’ve got to go,” Harry said as he kept his head down and me as close to his body as he could. I blocked out all the screams and comments from the fans as I focused on getting inside the Range Rover. Just as we managed to push through I felt a mildly, strong force hit me in my back and when I turned around I saw a girls shoe lying on the ground. I looked at Harry and saw he had his jaw clenched and anger in his eyes.

“Not now,” I whispered to him and I saw the anger leave his eyes as he looked at me. He merely nodded his head before opening my door and helping me in.

“That was absurd!” Harry screamed as he got in the car and immediately pulled away from the curb. “That girl, whoever she was, had no reason to throw her shoe at you!” As Harry yelled I just looked out the window and watched the buildings pass by. I tried my hardest not to cry but then Harry’s next words did it for me. “Why do theyhate you?! I don’t understand.” The hoover dam broke as the tears spilled out of my eyes and, with perfect timing, we pulled into the driveway of our home. As soon as the car came to a stop I jumped out and quickly ran in the house and locked myself in our bedroom. I slid down the door and cried my eyes out as my forehead rest against my knees. As I was crying I heard a gentle knock on the door that I was currently sitting against.

“Abby, darling, let me in,” Harry, quietly, said and I could only assume he had his forehead pressed against the door.

“Just go away,” I sobbed out.

“No, you’re upset and I want to make you feel better,” Harry said and I felt him try to open the door, but having no such luck because I locked it and I was pressed against it.

“Your fans hate me and I knew this engagement was a bad idea!” I screamed as I got up and threw myself on our bed and climbed under the covers. I sobbed into the pillow and after a minute I felt the mattress on the other side dip, I peeked my head up and saw Harry sitting beside me. “How’d you get in? I had the door locked.”

“I picked the lock,” he, nonchalantly, said as he laid down next to me and pulled me into his chest. “Stop crying.”

“Make your fans stop hating me,” I told him as I rest my head on his chest.

“I wish I could. I just don’t understand why they hate you now, when we were just boyfriend and girlfriend they loved you,” Harry said as he played with my hair.

“That’s because we could have broken up at any moment when we were boyfriend and girlfriend but now that we’re engaged, we’re tied to each other forever,” I mumbled to him and I felt him smile.

“Forever with you is where I want to be though, it makes me happy,” Harry whispered into my ear, causing me to smile. “I love you, Abigail.”

“I love you, Harold,” I said and as I picked my head up to look at Harry, he pressed his lips to mine.

“Don’t be upset about them, they aren’t real fans if they don’t love you,” Harry muttered as he pressed his forehead against mine.

“Okay,” I whispered and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Notes

Title Credit:
Song: Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds
Artist: The Beatles Abby