[Rebecca's POV] I was just stunned as I held the magazine in my hand. Simon has... this was just low. Harry was just staring at it too. Both of us just staring at something that has caused so much drama yet to come. Why would he do this to me? why would he do this to us? All of a sudden Harry threw me off his lap. I landed into Sabrina's lap and some on Eleanor. "Oofh." all three of us groaned. Everyone had seen the magazine. We passed it around and it ended up back to us. Harry snatched the magazine out of my hand and didn't waste anytime storming out of the room. I looked up at Louis. We shared a look and I scurried off Eleanor and Sabrina's lap. Next thing I know, Louis and I both are running after Harry. "Harry!" I shout watching him throw Louis' front door open and walking out without his coat. He just... went. Louis and I ran out of the apartment. Harry was almost to his car. "HARRY!" both Louis and I shouted. He didn't answer, so I ran as fast as I could to him and literally jumped him. He fell forward into the snow. I rolled off, so he could get his face out of the snow. "What the hell?" He shouted. "I could ask the same thing." I shot as Louis helped us both up. Harry's face didn't look like his normal; it was dark and clouded. "Where are you going?" "Where do you think?" He said holding the magazine up. I caught my breath. "Harry, what are you going to do when you get there?" I asked. "Give him a piece of my mind." He said opening his car door. I stopped him before he got in by getting in between him and the car. "Not without me." "No." He firmly said looking down at me. "Why not? this concerns me as well." I said standing my ground. He closed his eyes and breathed out. "Get in." I smiled and looked at Louis. "Let Sabrina stay here until we get back, okay?" He nodded and started for his place as I got into the passengers side. Harry pulled out as I was buckling myself in. "Why would he fucking do this?" Harry grumbled to himself. "Because for some reason he can't accept the fact that we're happy, and everything isn't about your image." I huffed crossing my arms. We drove for about ten minutes when I realized what time it was. He wouldn't be at his office; he'd be home. "Harry, turn right." "Why? we're going to Simon." He said gripping the steering wheel at Simon's name. "I know, now turn right." I sternly said. He looked at me, but turned right. "Where are you taking me?" He asked. "To Simon." I said. "He won't be in the office this late." "So, you're taking me to...." he trailed. "His house." I said. Harry turned to me again, but shook off whatever he was going to say. He followed all my directions. It was a long way from Louis' apartment. We drove for about an hour. It was long, and silent. The air was cold because both of us idiots forgot our jackets. Harry was pissed; I was trying to get him. Things were getting back to normal, and Simon does this. Why does he have to take away everything that makes me happy? I mean, we're family. Family certainly does not do this to each other. Ohhh I can not wait to tell my mother about this. Simon is dead once she finds out. "Over there." I pointed to the house on the hill. Harry pulled up into the long drive-way. Once he parked, we stepped out. "Fuck." Harry cursed rubbing his arms walking around the car to me. "Oh.. my god.." I shivered as I got pulled into Harry's embrace. At least we had long-sleeves. Not much, but it'll due. We walked up to the front door quickly avoiding the cold breeze. My nose and hands were frozen by time we made it to the door. I couldn't knock because my knuckles would hurt like hell if I did, so I rang his door bell continuously. The front light went on. Harry and I both looked up as I stopped ringing the bell. Shortly after, Simon answered the door. "Harry? Rebecca?" He asked shocked as Harry softly pushed me inside, so he could get in and out from the cold. "You've got a lot of explaining to do." I started as Simon closed his door. "For what?" He asked confused. Harry was giving him the best death glare I have ever seen anyone give a person. "Do you think it's funny trying to ruin someone's life?" Harry nearly yelled. "What are you talking about?" Simon asked. Harry threw the magazine at Simon. Simon picked it up off the floor and squinted his eyes to read the lettering in the dim light. "Oh.. right." He said lowering the magazine. "That's all you have to say for yourself?" Harry asked getting angrier by the second. "Look, I told you two to break it off didn't I?" He said placing the magazine on a small table he had near the door. "We didn't, so you do this?" Harry asked stepping towards Simon. "You're my boss and you're suppose to want what's best for me not start shit that can ruin both mine and Rebecca's life. Are you bloody mad?" At this very moment in time Harry was very.. very intimidating. "Harry relax." Simon said backing Harry back towards me. "You two disobeyed me, so I took care of it." "That's not the point, do you realize how this will effect everything?" Harry asked. "All the fans that were targeting me because of the arse I was being will start targeting Rebecca because of this bullshit you sent out." I was just standing there. It was like a war in my eye's. Simon was trying to calm Harry down, but he wasn't having it. As Harry was yelling, his hands were flying everywhere. Simon was about to pop his top as well. I was about to be in the middle of world war three without any protection because the one protecting me was already fighting. "Where did you get the pictures?" I yelled over Harry's voice. Both of them turned to me and Simon looked down. "Those pictures were of me and Reese. How the hell did you get pictures of me and Reese?" Harry turned back to Simon. "I've got ways." "Simon, I didn't post them anywhere." I said getting in between both Harry and Simon. I looked up at Simon as Harry put his hands on my shoulders. I felt like he was ready to move me if anything triggered him."They were private. They were in my laptop, and laptop only. How did you get them?" Simon put his lips in a thin line avoiding my question. "I did what was best for the both of you." "How?" Harry asked tightening his grip on my shoulders. "She doesn't get hurt by you," he said pointing to me. "and you get all the sympathy of your fans." he said pointing to Harry. "You are so messed up." I whispered walking out of Harry's hands and too the side. I groaned holding my head. I turned around and both men were looking at me. "Was it not enough to take away my friends, my dancing, and now my boyfriend who actually cares about me?" I gave him a pained expression. "Why would you do that to someone of your own family? I trusted you, my mother trusted you, Harry trusted you, and you took it all away by everything you've done." I took a breath to stop me from letting tears show. "I hope you're happy because now you're "saving" me from the the one person who is actually protecting me because he cares. You're pushing me to haters from all over the world that know how to use there words. If anything, you're the one hurting me. Not Harry." "Rebecca.." He trailed. I shook my head. "No, Uncle Simon." I said walking past him to the door. "I'm done with you. If us breaking up is everything you wanted, then I hope we take that away from you." Harry opened the door. "Some Uncle you are." I spit and left. Harry followed suit. I turned around and saw my uncle looking at me with sad eyes. He looked to his side and picked up the magazine. He looked down and then at me closing his eyes. I don't know what he did next because we made it to the car and Harry opened my door. I got in and wiped the one tear that slipped that night. Harry got in kissing my cheek before pulling out of the driveway heading back to Louis' apartment. If Simon thinks this is going to break us up, he is sadly mistaken.
****************** 11 day's later ***************************************************
"Bye," I said hugging Sabrina tightly. "I'll miss you." "I'll miss you too." She smiled pulling away. "See you in four day's for Lizzy's birthday?" I nodded. "Yup!" Harry put his arm around my waist again. "Now, I expect you to take care of my best friend, you hear?" Sabrina pointed at Harry. "Haven't I always?" He smirked. "That wasn't the question." Sabrina said standing her ground. He rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes, i'll take care of your best friend." She smiled. "Good." "Have a safe flgiht." I said. "Will do." She waved as she walked towards the security. We watched as she went through and towards her terminal. Harry then took my hand and led me through the airport. We walked through the doors and there was a small group of fans. I guess people heard I was taking Sabrina back to the airport and knew he'd come with. Harry, being the nice person that he is, stopped and signed a few things for them, and took a couple pictures. "Bitch." I heard behind me. I ignored it. Harry finished with the girls five - six minutes later and he walked up to me. "Harry why are you with that two timing slut?" He responded by kissing me right on the mouth in front of all them. I kissed back. He pulled away winking at me and pulling me towards his Range Rover. The girls made disgusted faces at me as I looked behind us. When we made it to the car, he opened the door for me. I got in and he got in shortly after. We didn't talk really on the way back to our apartments. I was lost in my thoughts. Harry and I both haven't talked to Simon for almost two weeks now. Simon has tried to get in touch with me, but I wouldn't pick up. The magazine has spread around and as you can tell the directioners are not happy with me. All of them think i've cheated on Harry. He's tweeted saying none of it is true, but all they do is ignore him. The send him sympathy tweets everyday saying how they feel bad for him that he had a, and I quote 'Lying bitch that doesn't know what she has.' I know what I have, and i'd never give it up for anyone else. Harry treats me right and I to him. When I look at him, I know he senses i'm off. I try my best to ignore it all. I haven't shown any emotion towards anything being said about me and I think that's what he's waiting for. I think he's waiting for me to break and cry in his arms. I won't. I will stay strong, and ignore it all. I will show Simon that this won't break us up. It'll only make us stronger. I haven't cried yet. I just look at the words, and log off. I get hate tweets, mail, and shouts if i'm walking around town. I can slowly feel myself caring about the words, but I tell myself to just ignore it, so I do. "Babe?" Harry's voice echos through my ear. "Huh?" I asked turning towards him except he's standing outside his car door looking in on me. "We're back." He said shutting his door. I unbuckled my seat belt and got out. I quickly go over to Harry and together we go to his apartment. I haven't been here for like three- four days. I've been getting Sabrina time in before she left. He understood. We walked up his steps and he unlocked his door. Once opened, I walk in and strip off my jacket. He walked past me and into his kitchen. I walked behind him. "Hot Coco?" he asked holding up the box. I smiled and nodded. I walked over to the island stool and sat down. He got two mugs. He put water in them then put them in the microwave heating up the water. "I can't believe what those girls said to you." He said turning around and facing me on the other said of the island. I shrugged. "It's alright." He shook his head. "No it's not." I sighed. "Harry, we knew this was going to happen when we saw that article. We just have to ignore it the best we can." He walked around the island. I turned my stool and he walked in between my legs. "You are so much more better at handling this then I am." He smiled. I looked at him. "What can I say?" I joked. He smirked and leaned down to kiss me right when the microwave went off. He pulled away. As he walked to the microwave he said. "I'm serious when I said we should get those invisible cloaks because this is ridiculous." He said taking the mugs out. I smiled. "It's a microwave." "I know, even worse. My own Flat has turned against me." He said mixing in the powder. I laughed. "Oh my goodness.." I mumbled under my breath. After a couple of minutes, Harry turned around with two hot chocolates. He leaned over the counter and handed me one as he stood there sipping his. I took a sip while Harry and I was having intense eye contact. He wouldn't take his eyes off mine, so I didn't take mine off his. His lips formed a little side grin as he lowered his mug. "So, what do you have planned for our date?" I turned to get off my stool. "Wouldn't you like to know." and smirked at him as I got off and wondered into the living room. "I would actually." He said quickly following me. I sat down on the couch slowly, so I wouldn't spill the drink. I took one last sip before I placed the mug on his coffee table. He sat next to me as I reached for his laptop. "Give me a hint." "It's at my place." I said turning on his laptop. He sighed. "You know you could give me a little more than that. I have to prepare." I turned to him as he put his arm around my shoulder. "Are you the girl, or am I?" I giggled. "Ha.. ha." He mocked drinking some more of his hot chocolate. His computer booted up. "What's your password?" "Err.." He said thinking for a second. "Oh, Dusty723." "Dusty723?" I asked looking at him with a weird face. "Yeah.." he said. "Dusty, my cat's name from Cheshire, and 723 is the day the band formed." I smiled turning back and typing it in. "Good luck if you ever get hacked by one of your fans." "What it's a good password!" He protested. All I did was shake my head with a smile. Once everything loaded, I went to vevo. "Okay, so I heard this song the other day, and I feel in love with it." "Okay." He said stretching in front of him to put his mug down. "What is it?" "I'm sure you've heard it. She's a British artist." I said typing in the song title. "When I was in Florida, I watched Ellen and she performed this song. I didn't realize it at first, but yeah." He just nodded. "Alright.." I said pressing play. "Next to me by Emeli Sande." He read. "Yeah, I think i've heard it." "Shh." I said putting my finger to his mouth. He chuckled as she started to sing. "Let me see this." He said swinging his arm over my head and grabbing his laptop. I let him and leaned forward getting my drink. I sat back sipping some. "What are you doing?" "Tweeting." He smiled logging into twitter. "Oh lord." I mumbled to myself taking another sip. "What?" He asked looking at me with an innocent face. I bit my lip from making the 'awe' sound. "Nothing, it's just your tweets don't make sense half of the time and they're weird." "What do you mean weird?" He asked going to his page. "There," I said pointing to one. "how many times are you going to get deep heat on yourself other then the part of your body you intended it to go on?" He looked at it for a second then huffed. "Like you're any better." "I am!" I argued playfully. "Let's just see about that.." He trailed typing in my twitter account. He started scrolling down my twitter page as I sipped some more hot chocolate. "There," he said stopping. "What the heck does 'I am drizzle and he is a hurricane' even mean?" "It is a metaphor." I said placing my mug down. "Of what? Water?" He asked looking at me. "No," I said pointing to the tweet. "It stands for I feel smaller than they guy I like." "What?" He asked still confused. "It means that I felt not good enough for someone so great." I said looking up to him. He turned back to the screen. "Ohh." I giggled. "Yeahhh." I said sitting back. "Wait a second..." He said leaning in further to the screen. "why does the date on this tweet read January 4th?" "Because I posted it January 4th." I said not thinking about what I just said. He turned to me. "You felt not good enough for me?" My head snapped towards him. "Who said it was about you?" He smirked. "Well obviously it was," he said turning to the screen once again. "you didn't have a guy in this time frame. Just me..fake, or not." Shoot. "It could have been Reese.." I trailed. He turned back to me give me the 'Really?' look. I sighed. "Alright fine it was about you." He knitted hid eyebrows. "You didn't feel good enough for me?" No answer. "Bec?" Harry prodded. I looked at the mugs. "Oh look," I said pointing to the mugs. "i'll go wash these." I said quickly standing up and scurrying out of the room with the mugs. "Rebecca!" Harry shouted from the room. I walked into the kitchen and dumped the rest of our hot chocolate. I don't know why I ran out of the room. I just.. got embarrassed. I didn't think he'd ever see that. Let alone figure out it was about him. "Beeecc.." Harry said sing-songed. I turned around from the sink and leaned against it. "Yeah?" He smiled walking towards me. "What was that tweet about? Why didn't you feel good enough for me?" I shrugged. "I don't know, I guess that's when I started figuring out my feeling for you, and then I psyched myself out thinking you'd find someone better?" "Babe," he smiled. "if you haven't noticed, i've been chasing you since the end of tour possibly earlier" I smiled looking down. He walked up to me and put his arms on either side of the sink locking me in place. "If anything, I was worried I wasn't good enough for you." I looked up. "You're just saying that. You knew every girl eventually fell for you." He shook his head. "No, i'm serious. I didn't think you'd ever feel the same way back." "Well, I do." I said leaning up and giving him a quick peak. He smiled. "So, what have we learned here?" he asked I shrugged. "That we are good enough for each other." He said kissing me sweetly. I blushed as he pulled away. "Didn't think you could make me blush this much." He smirked. "I've just got that affect on people." He winked. "Oh, and I still want a clue on our date." "You're not getting one." I said crossing my arms. "Tough are we?" He asked. I nodded. "I'll break you." He grinned bringing his head to neck. Thinking he was going to kiss me there I didn't stop him. I was wrong. "Harry!" I laughed as he licked my neck to my jaw. "gross." He started laughing. He then licked my cheek. "Harry!" I yelled blocking my face with my hands. All he was doing was laughing. "Give me a clue." "No!" I laughed as he started to tickle me. He did that for a couple minutes until he was sure he couldn't get anything out of me. He stopped and I calmed down. He looked down to me and we smiled at each other. I smiled sweetly. "You sure are a hurrincane.." He licked his lips slightly as his forehead came down on mine . "Yeah," he breathed in. "but so are you." and with that he connected our lips. Butterfiles is what he gave me along with warm cheeks. __________________________________________________________________________________

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