“Harry?” I quietly said as I walked into the lounge room, set in the back of our home. Harry was supposed to be working on writing a song today and I didn’t want to bother him.

“Yeah, babe?” He said as he looked up at me and smiled.

“I was gonna go out and grab drinks with Niall and Zayn. I just wanted to tell you before I left,” I said as I walked further into the room and sat beside him on the couch.

“Just give me five minutes and I’ll go with you,” Harry told me as I he looked back down at the paper, a very empty, paper.

“Harry,” I said as I placed my hand on his thigh. “You need to finish your song today, and I just need some Niall and Zayn time. I’ll text you?”

He let out an exasperated sigh before answering, “Yeah, okay. Just call me if I need to come get you? Okay?”

“Okay, I love you, “I told him before pressing a kiss to his lips and standing up to leave. I walked over to the door where I grabbed my bag and the keys to the Range Rover before making my way outside. After a twenty minute drive I arrived at the pub I would be meeting Niall and Zayn at for dinner and drinks. I stepped out of the car and adjusted my jacket before making my way inside. Sat in a booth, in the very back of the pub, was Zayn and Niall with a pint sitting in front of each of them.

“Hello boys,” I, happily, said as I sat down beside Zayn, pulling him in for a hug and leaning over the table to kiss Niall on the cheek.

“Nice of you to join us this evening,” Zayn said as he slid me a pint of beer.

“Nice of you to invite me,” I told him with a smile on my face. Niall and Zayn I could always turn to for a relaxing night out and someone to talk to.

“I see you managed to escape Harry, yeah?” Niall asked as he ate some pretzel.

“It was a bit hard, but yes I managed to. He almost tagged along,” I told them as I looked around the pub.

“I already ordered us some wings,” Niall said as he watched me look around, I looked at him and smiled because he read my mind. “How’d you ditch Harry?”

“He hasn’t gotten anywhere with his song, he needed to work on it,” I told them as I took a sip of my pint.

“That lazy wanker,” Niall said as he finished off his pint.

“So are you excited the group outing tomorrow night at Funky Buddha?” Zayn asked as Niall got up to order another round of pints.

“No, I’m dreading it,” I told him with a sigh.

“Why’s that?”

“Give’s the fans more room to dig their hate for me,” I told him as I rest my elbow on the table and put my cheek in my palm.

“The fans don’t hate you, Abby,” Zayn tried to convince me, but honestly it wasn’t going anywhere.

“One of them threw their shoe at me, Zayn. Why else would they do that?” I asked him, trying to prove a point.

“They’re jealous, Abby. They want to be the one’s marrying Harry and spending every second with him and it kills them to know they aren’t and that some pretty, intelligent and talented girl is,” Zayn explained me as he put his arm over my shoulders and pulled me into his side.

“He’s right, ya know?” Niall said, having joined the conversation not too long ago.

“They don’t have to be physical about it though. I’ve been in their shoes before, I’ve had my obsessions with celebrities and I would talk about how I hated their girlfriends, but I would never in a million years want to physically hurt them. I can take the verbal abuse, but the physical abuse is different,” I confessed to Zayn and Niall who intently listened to me.

“You aren’t the only one that’s upset, it’s hurting Harry too,” Niall said as he started to eat some wings.

“Yeah? How would you know? He’s been locked up in the house for days,” I told him as I, too, ate a wing.

“Have you not seen his most recent tweet?” Zayn asked and I shook my head.

“I haven’t been on Twitter in days,” I informed them both before pulling my phone out.

“We’re surprised management didn’t delete it,” Niall, mindlessly, said. I pulled up my Twitter app and immediately went to Harry’s profile and saw he posted a twitlonger yesterday. I tapped on the link and read the long paragraph, addressing the fans on their behavior aimed towards me.

“Why would he do this?” I said, looking at my two friends. “Especially without asking me first. Is he mental?”

“Abby, calm down,” Zayn said as he put his hand on my forearm.

“Absolutely not. This is going to make his fans hate me even more because they’ll think I made him do this! Do you guys not understand that?” I, angrily, said as I stood up and put my purse on my shoulder. I stomped out of the pub and quickly climbed into the Range Rover and pulled away from the curb, heading into the direction of a very, dead, boy band member sitting at home.

I pulled into the driveway of Harry and mine’s house and jumped out of the car. I hurriedly walked up the walkway and unlocked the door, slamming it shut once I stepped inside.

“Harry Edward Styles, where the fuck are you?” I yelled into the house as I threw my purse and keys down on the table located in the foyer of our home.

“Lounge room!” I heard him holler and I quickly made my way to the room I left him in not too long ago.

“Seriously?!” I said once I got in the room and stood in front of him with my arms crossed over my chest.

“What?” He asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Your tweet, Harry. Why would you do that?” I asked him, growing frustrated with him.

“I was speaking out about it, I didn’t realize I was doing something wrong,” Harry smartly said as he stood up and walked over to me.

“Stop, just stop!!” I yelled at him as tears filled my eyes. “That tweet isn’t going to help anything, Harry! In fact, you probably made it worse! You aren’t apart of this, so let me fight my own battles!” As the tears fell from my eyes I quickly sat on the ground and sobbed into my knees. I felt Harry sit beside and pull me into his lap where I hid my head into his chest.

“As much as you’d like to think I’m not a part of this, I am Abby,” Harry whispered into my ear as he played with my fingers. “Because this ring, sitting on your ring finger, is your tie to me forever. And as long as that ring is on your finger, your problems are my problems.”

“I don’t want you stressed out and hating your fans,” I, sadly, confessed as the Harry wiped away my tears. “The fans are the reason you and I met.”

“Abby, I’m only stressed out because you’re worrying me. You come home from work and you’re up for maybe an hour and then you go to bed. You haven’t been on your phone in days, people call and text me to get to you because you refuse to return their messages. You don’t cuddle with me at night, and I know you wake up when I come to bed because you always do. I just want to see you happy and I know you aren’t right now,” Harry confessed to me and I took a second to look up at him and saw the sadness in his usually happy eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying really hard to forget what that girl did, but I just can’t. It kills me to know your fans don’t like me because having their approval is like wanting approval from your family, it means the world to me.”

“I know that, Abby. I do, and if I could think of some way to get the fans to tell you the reasons they love you, I would. And trust me, I’m still trying really hard to think of something because I miss that pretty smile of yours. You know, the one you always have on your face when I cook you your favorite meal or when I tickle your sides in the morning to wake you up? That smile, I really miss it and I’d do anything to see it again,” Harry told me as he poked my cheek, causing me to slightly smile at him.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that,” Harry teased as he began to tickle my sides, causing me to have a spasm and huge smile to form on my face. “There it is!! Oh how I’ve missed it,” Harry said before pressing his lips to mine.

“I’m sorry I came in here yelling at you when you’re supposed to be writing,” I told him as I pressed my forehead against his.

“It’s fine, love. I should have run the tweet by you first before posting it,” Harry told me as he pushed a piece of hair out of my face.

“Just promise me you’ll never do it again?” I asked him and he looped his pinky with mine.

“I pinky promise,” he said before standing and helping me up. “Now you look all pretty and I can only assume you didn’t get to eat properly when you were with Niall and Zayn, so how about we go get some Chinese and you can let me show you off?”

“What if there’s fans out though?” I, softly, asked him.

“Kill them with kindness, because when you do that, I find it really attractive and we haven’t had any sexual contact in a couple of days,” Harry, seductively, suggested as he pulled me into his chest.

“Then we’d better get going so we can get you home, baby,” I whispered to him as I ran past him for the front door, giggling as Harry chased me. He grabbed the keys to his car and I grabbed my purse as I ran out the door with Harry right behind me. We went to our favorite Chinese restaurant that was located in central London. The owners greeted us and brought out the dishes we usually ordered, almost immediately, because we come here quite regularly.

“Oh my god,” I groaned as I took another bite of my chicken stir fry. “I love their food so much.”

“I don’t think I can eat another bite,” Harry said as he leaned back in his chair and put his hands on his stomach to express how full he was. “I feel like I’m pregnant and about to give birth.”

“Yes, because you know exactly what that would be like,” I told him with a smirk, which caused him to roll his eyes at me. “I want more Miso soup, it’s so good.”

“Yeah, well I want to go because miso horny,” Harry said with a playful smirk on his face and I couldn’t help but bust out with laughter at his words. In the middle of my fit of laughter, a young girl, maybe sixteen approached our table with a shy look on her face. I immediately settled down and looked at Harry and then looked at the girl again. Obviously she was a fan of his, with the way she was shaking, clutching a piece of paper and her phone, it was apparent that she wanted his autograph and a photo.

“Hello, love. How can I help you?” Harry asked once he caught on to what I was wanting him to do.

“I was actually just wondering if I could get Abby’s autograph and a photo with her,” the girl said to Harry before turning back to me.

“What? Why me?” I asked her, being curious.

“I want to be a photographer and I went to your gallery a month after it opened and it just inspired me to become one even more. I think what you did for those kids in Africa was astounding and more photographers should be like you,” she told me and I immediately smiled at her as I took the piece of paper from her hand.

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that just now. What’s your name?” I asked her as I held the pen waiting for her response.

“My name’s Charlotte,” she told me and I smiled even more as I signed my name on her paper, followed with a note.

“That’s my best friend’s name, you know,” I told her and I saw Harry with a goofy smile on his face as he watched the exchange between Charlotte and I.

“I do actually. When I say I’m a fan, I mean I’m a huge fan, so I know a lot about you,” she, shyly, said and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t be shy, we’ve all done it before,” I told her before standing up and handing Harry her phone, and mine as well. I posed for a photo with the girl and Harry took one on her phone and mine as well. “Write down your Twitter name so I can tag you in my photo,” I told her as I handed her a pen and she wrote her name down.

“Thank you so much, you’re my idol. I’ll let you finish eating now,” Charlotte said.

“No, honestly, thank you,” I told her before giving her hug. I went back to eating my food but stopped when I realized Harry was still staring at me. “What?”

“That should have offended me, but it didn’t because that just made your life, didn’t it?” Harry asked as he took a sip of water.

“Let’s just say, the whole shoe incident, has been washed away,” I told him with a smile on my face.

“I can tell, because you’re smiling that smile of yours,” Harry said as he reached over and took my hand in his. I smiled at him before leaning over the table and pressing a kiss to his lips. “What do you say we get the rest of this to go and head home? Because I have a feeling you’ll be working up an appetite later on, especially when I’m done with you,” Harry suggested and I couldn’t help but fawn over him.

“You had me at appetite, let’s go!” I told him as I threw my hands in the air. Harry smirked at me before flagging down our waiter and asking to box our food. When the waiter came back with our leftovers we quickly paid and rushed out of the restaurant to head home for a lovely night.

Notes

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Title Credit:
Song: With Help From My Friends
Band: The Beatles

Abby's Outfit