Yours

[Rebecca's POV]


"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot." I was rock; Harry was paper.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot." I was scissors; Harry was paper again. I smirked.
"Not over yet, babe. We've got one more go." Harry said still focused.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot....YOU!" I pointed at him. Harry had gone with rock while I went with paper.
"Damn." he groaned in hushed tones.
We were literally right outside Simon's office. We had just figured out who was telling him about... us. Neither of us wanted to tell him because we didn't know what to expect. He could be happy, or quite the opposite.
"He's your uncle." Harry said.
"He's your boss." I argued.
"Right, so since you're family he'd go easier." He said trying to make a point.
"You're just mad you didn't win." I said knocking.
He huffed and we stood waiting for Simon to answer. I kissed his cheek right before Simon had answered the door. "It'll be alright."
He loosened up and put his crossed arms down. "Here's to hoping."
Simon opened his open. "Fancy seeing you two here.. unexpected."
"We need to talk." Harry said walking in.
"Alright.." Simon trailed.
We all sat down. Harry and I in the two chairs in front of his desk. He sat down and put his arms on his desk looking at us. "So, what is it we have to talk about?"
"Rebecca and I are together." Harry said bluntly.
My uncle looked at Harry; he looked at me. It was silent for a couple seconds before he started laughing. "You're kidding me right?"
Harry and I looked at each other. "No," I said intertwining my hand with Harry's. "we're really a real couple."
Simon stopped laughing and looked at mine and Harry's hand together. "You can't be serious."
"Simon, we're serious." Harry nodded.
"I won't let this happen." Simon shook his head looking back to our faces.
"And why not?" Harry asked.
"For starters, Harry you're unstable." Simon said looking at Harry.
Harry's hand tightened around mine. "Are we really bringing that fight back up again?" harry asked. "I already told you why I did that."
"You shouldn't have even started that fight Harry." Simon argued.
"Started it? are you kidding me right now. I wasn't just going to let him call Rebecca a slut, hooker, bitch, and a whore, plus some, but since she's in the room i'd rather not repeat it." Harry breathed.
"He called me a hooker?" I asked hurt looking at Harry.
He turned to me and his face softened. "Yeah.."
"Is that why he asked if I was back for more money?" I asked connecting the dots.
He nodded slowly. "That's why I punched him."
"Hello??" Simon called trying to get our attention.
We looked back to him. "Harry, I will not under any circumstances let you date Rebecca for real. This was only a written contract not something real." Simon said.
"You can't help who you like." Harry said simply.
"Well, break it off. I don't want this, Harry you will hurt her." Simon said.
"Hurt her?" Harry asked. "I would never hurt Rebecca. Haven't you seen me protecting her this entire time?"
"Harry, no." Simon sternly said.
"It's not your choice." Harry fought.
"It is my choice. What do you think her father will think if I let her date someone like you? huh?" Simon nearly yelled standing up.
At this point both of them forgot I was even in the room.
Harry stood up releasing my hand. He walked to the desk, so he was close enough to Simon. "What do you mean someone like me?" He gritted.
"I don't want Rebecca getting thrown away after you're done with her. You know what you're known for Harry, and i'm trying to save her from heart break. I bet you don't really care about her. You just want sex like every other woman you've been with." Simon shot at Harry.
Harry was pissed.
"I would never do that to her. Do you see the way I act around her? if your head wasn't so far up your arse then maybe you'd see that i'm actually a good guy. I fought for the right of your own niece, and fixed your mistake. I spent two weeks getting back her dream because the one person she trusted with everything betrayed her. I know exactly who I was before, but Rebecca is different. I will do everything to treat her right," Harry slammed his hand on the desk. It knocked over the lamp and it broke as it hit the floor; I flinched. "so don't you ever tell me I don't actually care about her because she's the only person i've cared for this much." Harry raised his voice.
Oh...
"Harry Styles, this is the last line." Simon threatened. "You two will not date, do you hear me?"
I stood up. "You are not my parents, or his. We can date whoever we please." I slide my hand up Harry's shoulder. "We were just here to thank you for putting us together. I mean, after all you were the one that did put us together, so thank you Simon." I smiled.
Harry smirked. He knew we really didn't come here to thank him, but to tell him about us.
"Rebecca Ann Grey, don't make me call your parents." Simon threatened.
"And tell them what? my fake boyfriend is actually my real boyfriend?" I fake laughed. "Yeah that'll work over well."
"Rebecca i'm protecting you here." Simon softened.
"From what? a caring, loving man that promised me to treat me right? you've been so busy trying to fix this "bad ass" image for Harry that doesn't even exist anymore. As far as i'm aware, you're the only one I need protecting from." I said taking a deep breath.
"Becca.." Simon whispered.
"No," I shook my head. "you're trying to take yet another thing I care about away from me, and this time I will not let that happen." I took Harry's hand. "You can get rid of the contract; we won't be needing it."
I pulled Harry out of the office and we started walking down the hall. "That, erm, went well."
I cracked a smile. "Your sarcasm is perfect."
He chuckled and put his arm around my shoulder as we exited the building. We walked to his car and broke off going into separate doors. I got in; he got in. He drove back to his apartment, but we ended up going into mine instead of his.
I unlocked my door and we walked in. We took off our jackets and shoes. I walked into the kitchen; he followed. "Do you have any tea?" he asked looking in my pantry.
"I don't like tea." I said taking a bit of my apple I just took off the counter.
He turned around. "Rebecca, please tell you are joking."
I looked left then to him taking the apple out of my mouth. "No i'm not."
He blinked. "Alright, i'll be back in a second. I just have to get something from my flat." he said walking back out the door.
"Harry?" I shouted. "Why?"
"You're going to like tea even if I have to force it down you're throat. You're in London now, love." Harry shouted back.
Then the front door shut. I giggled. My boyfriend is such a dork. Humm.. my boyfriend.. I smiled at the thought.
I finished the apple just as he came back. I threw away the core and started peeling an banana. You could say I love food. I leaned against the counter as Harry walked into the kitchen holding a box of tea. "You know you're kind of sexy peeling a banana." He winked.
That earned him a slap as he reached me. He stole a bite of my banana as he walked past going to the stove. "Harry!"
"What?" he asked with a mouth full of banana while pulling out two tea bags from the box.
"My banana." I said looking at the once non-eaten banana in my hands.
He shrugged with a smile. "You know I love bananas."
"Yeah," I said taking a bite of my own. "but you could have left me at least half."
He chuckled. "You take really big bites." I said.
"Big mouth, blame genetics." He said heating up some water in a kettle. He turned to me.
I looked at him. "So, once that's done, you will try my tea, and love it."
I giggled. "Oh really?"
He nodded. "It's indubitable."
I laughed. He stepped in front of me putting his hands on my waist. I looked at him then the banana in between us. He just stared at me. I took a bite of the banana and then Harry said. "You missed."
I looked up to him with confused eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You were suppose to kiss me, not eat that banana." He said.
I smiled. "But it was calling me to eat the rest of it before you got too it." I joked.
He chuckled. "But I was calling you though."
I blushed. "Were you?"
He nodded. "We can fix that." I said.
He grinned and leaned in. Before he got to my lips, the kettle went off. I giggled. "The kettle wants you."
He looked at me. We were still forehead to forehead close. "Funny." he said before he walked to the kettle. He took it off the stove and put some water in two mugs and a tea bag. He stirred it all together then put some honey into it.
I walked onto my living room; he followed suit shortly after. I had sat down with one leg bent and leaning against the couch as the other one was in the criss-cross positioned. My elbow was leaning on my knee as I watched Harry walk towards me with the two mugs. I held them as he sat on the couch himself. He took this opportunity to put his feet in my lap. I glared at him as I handed him a mug. All he did was smile at me.
He is so lucky he is cute.
"Do you think Simon will try anything?" Harry asked putting his mug to his mouth.
I shrugged. "I don't know, but he can't tell us who we can and can not date. I mean, he's the one you technically put us together in the first place."
"That is true." He said.
He looked at me then down to my mug then back to me. "Well?"
"Well what?" I asked.
"Are you not going to try it?" He asked looking back to the mug.
I looked down to the hot liquid in my mug. "Harryy.." I whined.
"Just try it, babe." He said nudging my stomach with his toe.
I bit my lip debating if it was worth it. I sighed and brought the mug to my lips. Harry and I had eye contact the entire time. I sipped some and let it go down my throat before I pulled the mug away. "Soo??" Harry asked hopeful.
"How did you do that?" I asked him.
"Do what?" He asked confused.
"Make something that my mom has made for so many years, yet yours is actually good." I said finishing with a smile.
He smirked. "I'm a genius in the kitchen."
My eyebrow went up. "Is that so?"
He nodded taking another sip of his tea. "Always have been."
I giggled and sipped more of my tea. "You handled Simon pretty well." I said.
"He was making me pissed, so I had to show him who's boss." Harry said with a mad face looking at my stomach. Probably thinking about everything that had happened a little over an hour ago. "No one talks to you like that not even your uncle."
I smiled. "You're really sticking to your word."
He looked up to my face. "I'm your boyfriend. I wouldn't have done it for anyone else. Plus, you did the same by telling him I was caring and stuff."
"Well you are." I smiled.
We drank our tea in silence. Sometimes stealing playful looks at each other. Harry had finished his tea and put it on the table behind him. "Bec, I know this is going to sound stupid in a way, but why'd you say yes to me?"
I smiled. "Because over time, I realized I wasn't the only one who started to fall for the other."
He smiled and held out his arms. "Come here," he wiggled his fingers.
"Here where?" I asked.
He patted his lap. I shook my head with a smile and climbed in his lap. He pulled his knees up, and I leaned against them holding my mug. "Do you ever think about what if this never happened?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, me still being an arsehole to women." He said looking down playing with the bottom of my shirt.
"Harry," I said taking one of my hands and lifting up his head. "what only matters now is that you don't anymore."
"Because of you." He smiled bringing me to kiss him. We kissed, but we aren't that skilled. "Ahhh." He yelped as some of my tea spilled onto his shirt.
I started to laugh. "At least it's cooled down." I smiled trying not to laugh again.
He looked down at his shirt. "My shirt."
I giggled. "I'll get you a paper napkin." I reached forward and placed my cup down then tried to get up, but he wouldn't have it. "No need to move; I got this." He said and took his shirt from both side and lifted it over his chest. Woah. "There," he said wiping the wet part on his stomach with his shirt. "fixed," He put his shirt on the floor. "and no one had to move to get anything."
"I have this feeling you just like me in your lap like this." I said smiling at him.
"That feeling would be correct." He said putting his hands on my thighs.
"Touchy touchy." I scolded playfully tapping his hands away.
"I'm allowed." He stated.
"Oh really now?" I asked finding this funny.
He nodded and slid his hands up my sides. "Now you're really touchy touchy." I said taking his hands off my sides and placing them in his lap.
He laughed. "So," he said changing the subject. "what would you do if I did something against someones saying?"
My face quickly went straight. "Who's saying?"
"Not yours." He said tugging down my shirt lightly. He was obviously conflicted whether he should have told me, or not. "Someone close to you though."
"How close?" I asked getting noisy.
He looked up at me. "Family close."
"Simon?" I asked.
He bit his lip and nodded. "Well, what was it that you went against?"
"I can't tell you at least not right now." He said playing with my hand.
"Well, you can't just say that." I pouted.
He chuckled. "Trust me i'll tell you just not now."
"Why not?" I asked.
Then my phone started to ring.
"Your phone.." he said pointing to it then smiled.
"You're telling me when I end that call." I said reaching for my phone on the couch arm.
We eyed each other as I answered the phone. We broke out in laughs as I answered. "Hello?" I laughed.
"Is this Rebecca Grey?"
I cleared my throat stopping me from laughing. "Um, yes."
"Hello, it's Mia from the Royal Academy of Dance. We have your results in."
"You do?" I asked taking Harry's wrist and looking at his watch. Wednesday 4 pm. They're a day early. "How'd I do?" I gulped.
Harry mouthed 'Who is it?" I waved him off listening to what she had to say.
"Er, yes. I'm so sorry to tell you Rebecca that you didn't get into the Academy."
"Um," I said looking down. "it's alright," my heart snapped. "thank you for the opportunity anyway."
"It's our pleasure."
"Have a good night."
"You too."
I hung up. I slowly put the phone in my hands dropping them down. I didn't look up afraid that Harry might see my tears that were forming.
"Bec...?" Harry asked soft.
I sniffled.
"Bec, who was that?" He asked lifting my head up.
"I-I-I didn't g-get in." I shuttered.
He just looked at me holding my chin while I tried to hold back my tears. My dream is literally over..
"What," he shook his head. "What do you mean you didn't get in...?"
I just looked at him with my lip quivering. "Baby.... I am so sorry." he said bringing me to his chest hugging his arms around me.
I just looked straight ahead at the black tv screen. I couldn't talk. My mouth wouldn't open. My tears haven't slipped yet.
I didn't get in... I wasn't good enough to get in. I pushed up and got out of Harry's arms. I stepped onto the carpet. "Bec, where are you going?" Harry asked as I walked out of the living room. "Rebecca." was the last thing I heard before I sprinted to my room.
I ran into my room and walked to my dresser. On it was a pamphlet of the Academy Heather had given me yesterday. I took it and started to rip it. I just ripped it. Harry walked in and stood next to the door watching me about to break down.
I screamed and fell to the floor with my knees to my chest. I put my head on my knees and that's when my tears happened. "Babe." Harry said trying to get me up.
I gave up. My body just was loose and floppy. "Rebecca do something." Harry said.
I looked at my dresser and noticed my dancing award my mom sent me for encouragement. I took it and throw it at the wall braking it into two parts.
"Jesus," Harry said looking at my broken award then back to me. "you are aggressive when you're upset. I meant get up, not break that."
I still couldn't talk. My mouth went dry. Harry lifted me up by my arms and brought me to my bed and laid us on it. He moved my hair that I flung over my face. "Let it out." He whispered.
I did; I let it all out. I started crying and he pulled me into him. I curled up to him with my leg over his hip and my arm over his waist holding onto him. He's all I have left.
Literally.

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