Yours

[Rebecca's POV]


It has been about two weeks since the outing with Harry. Two long horrible weeks. Harry and I have done nothing, but fight. Except when we have to go out, but we don't talk to each other so, yeah. He's been nothing but a complete jerk as well. He still goes out and gets drunk, sleeps with women, and that behavior of his is whacked. He's been really sneaky though with the women. Late at night when the paps aren't around, but I see them go in and then come out with pleased expressions. This kid isn't going to change anytime soon. I feel so sorry for the boys.
Once I got home that day, Simon called. I didn't pick up. I didn't feel like talking to anyone to be honest. I don't know just something about Harry that drives me up the wall. He's irritating, annoying, and rude. He say's things to people without thinking about it and it's just plain hurtful. He needs to get his act straight because if his fans see this side of him, he's screwed.
I'm at the dance studio and i've been here since 6 this morning. It's currently 2:30 in the afternoon. It's a habit of mine to dance out my feelings and what not. This week has been stressful and I needed something to do. Macey didn't show today. I turned my phone off because I started getting calls one after the other.
I decided to dance a couple of routines I learned just before I left Florida. One goes along with Parachute by Cheryl Cole, and the other to Domino by Jessie J.
(No copyright, stklukov video, not mine) (No copyright stklukov video, not mine)
(First video Rebecca is dancing like the girl on the right, in front.) ( Second video Rebecca is dancing like the girl on the far right with the teal shirt skip to 2:47)
I've been doing these all day, plus some. I'm tired and sore. I took a break and got my water chugging it down. I sat down breathing in a deep breath. I love dance; it's apart of me and i'm never giving it up. I swear, if something happens to where I can't get to my audition, I think I actually might die. This audition is the starting of my life.
I collected my things and went out the door. I need to get home and take a shower. I walked home which made me even more sore, but oh well. I walked up to my door and walked in. I threw my bag on the floor walking up the stairs. I stepped into my bathroom and took off my clothes. I stepped into my shower sighing in relief as the water massaged my skin.
I haven't been able to talk to Sabrina at all. She probably thinks i'm ignoring her; i'm not. It's just every time she calls, or I want to call her I have to go do something with Harry. It's his time or no time. He really knows how to time things perfectly. I don't know what went through Simon's mind when he thought me of all people could help Harry. Sure, it's because of the whole he doesn't want to get blackmailed thing, but still. Harry complains to Simon about me and I complain about him to Simon, but he's not changing his mind. Period.
The boys go on tour in about a week, or more. Guess who's going with them? me. Simon's got it all planned out. The other girlfriends are going along as well, but only at the beginning. Once they leave, Harry is going to claim he doesn't want me to go because of his previous relationships always failing due to him not being around as much. So with me, he's trying to fix that cycle. It sounds stupid to me, but I can't do anything about it. Not sure if the other girlfriends know of Harry and I, no one really told me. I haven't even met them yet.
My brothers wedding is in two days and I can't wait! Finally I get to do something without Harry for a change. People are starting to talk about Harry and his 'mystery girl', me. Fans are getting suspicious of me and some are already are on point about me being Harry's girlfriend. He hasn't announced it yet, or anything. He's been to two interviews, both radio and has said he's single. Which is fine with me. When we are out, he does little gestures to me when people are around like, hands brushing, holding my waist, kissing my cheek a bit more. So, I guess once on tour he'll admit we're 'together'.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I went into my room and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Harry sitting on my bed. "Holy crap, Harry."
He looked up then back at his phone, but then up again. "I've got great timing." He licked his lips and grinned.
I looked down. I'm in my towel. I rolled my eyes and went to my closet. "What are you doing here?" I asked then turned around. "How did you get in?"
"Front door was open." He shrugged and stood up ."Simon wants to talk to us."
I nodded. "Well, i'll be ready in a bit."
"Okay." he said settling on the bed once again.
"Um, you can leave." I said pointing to the door.
"No, i'm good here." He smiled snuggling in the bed.
"Harry, get out of my room, so I can change." I sternly said.
"No, I think i'm good." He smirked. "Give me a good show, babe."
I think I almost threw up in my mouth. "No, just no. Go get one of your little toys to do that." I spat yanking him up.
"Toys?" he asked confused.
"You know, those girls that come to your place late at night." I said pushing him out the door.
"Oh, them." he smiled to himself. "Now, they put on a good show."
I shook my head. "You're a pig." I shut the door and locked it.
I went to my drawers putting on my underwear and bra. I went to my closet and put on some new clothes .
I left my hair down and brushed it out letting it self dry. I opened my bedroom door and Harry was there still standing. "Let's go." I said.
"Great legs by the way." He winked as I walked past him.
I huffed and rolled my eyes. We walked down stairs and I got my phone and bag. Then we went out and I locked my front door and we headed to his car. He didn't open the door for me as usual as I got in. We drove a good 30 minutes to the management building. To make sure people don't find it suspicious that i'm with him just following him, we have to act as a couple. No one actually knows about this. Just Simon, Paul, my family, his family, and the lads. Maybe a few other people, but everyone in this building actually thinks we're together.
My phone started to ring. "Hello?"
"Hey girl." Sabrina's cheery voice echoed.
"Hey..." I trailed.
She sighed. "Let me guess, you've got something to do and I called at the wrong time?"
I looked away from Harry because he looked at me with knitted eyebrows before turning back to the road.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sure." She huffed and hung up.
Ouch.
When we got there, he hopped out and got the door for me. I got out and he intertwined our hands together. He lead me in and we waved to the receptionist while walking through the Glass doors. We walked down till we got to Simon's office and I knocked.
Soon enough, Simon opened the door and we walked in. As soon as those doors closed, Harry dropped my hand and sat in a chair. I sat next to him and waited for Simon to sit down.
"You know, your hands are really small." Harry said turning to me.
"Maybe that's because you have big hands." I rolled my eyes.
"You know what they say about big hands and feet, right?" He smiled.
"It's just feet, Harry, just feet." I sighed.
He winked.
"Right," I said. "Uncle Simon what was it you wanted to talk about? I want to get way from that as soon as possible."
"Me too." Harry actually agreed.
"Well," he said sitting down."I wanted to talk to you about your brothers wedding in two days."
"Yeah." I said.
"Since i'm going, I have a great idea." He smiled.
Oh no.
"What?" Harry asked totally oblivious.
"You are going along with Rebecca and I." he smiled.
"WHAT?" Harry and I shouted.
"It'll get you two out more." Simon said.
"But that was suppose to my Harry free time." I sighed.
"And I had everything worked out, I was going to throw a party." Harry whined.
"Well, cancel it you're going to Florida with Rebecca and I." He firmly said.
"But, no one is going to even be there." I sighed. "So what's the point?"
"Yeah, but when we get back, people are going to know that Harry went to the wedding with you. Plus, i'm keeping my eye on Harry." Simon glared at Harry.
"What would I had done while she was away?" Harry asked.
I turned to Harry and Simon and I were giving him the 'really' look. "Okay, maybe but, Simon." Harry whined.
"I don't what to go." He whined even more.
"I agree with him, I don't want him to go either." I said shaking my head.
"Well, to bad. Both of you are going and that's final." He said sitting back. "You can go now."
I groaned standing up. "Great, just fucking great." I mumbled.
"I don't even know these people." Harry grumbled quietly as he gripped my hand tightly.
This is getting real old. Simon. Is. Ruining. Everything.
"This fake girlfriend thing is driving me up the wall." Harry said shutting his car door.
"Your telling me." I said buckling my seat belt.
We were driving and I started laughing out of no where.
"What on Earth are you laughing about?" Harry asked clearly annoyed.
"The fact that my brother just may beat the crap out of you." I laughed.
The car came to a stop and I jolted forward. I turned to Harry wide eyed wondering why he did that. He shook his head and began driving again.
"What the heck?" I asked.
"Your brother really isn't going to beat me, is he?" Harry asked turning into our apartment complex.
"Well, he's very protective and he hates dicks, so..." I trailed turning smiling at him.
Harry took in a sharp breath. "Why do you keep calling me dick, douche, and ass all the time?"
"Because Harry that's what you've shown me." I said truthfully. "Remember that dad you hit me in the face with a remote, yeah that was a little ass-ish."
He chuckled. "Ass-ish?"
"Don't laugh." I said getting out of the car.
He got out. "Well, you don't even know me that well and your brother certainly doesn't know me at all."
"You're all over the papers Harry, even in America." I reminded him.
He groaned. "Oh come on, that's not me. That is people with cameras wanting to ruin my career."
We were walking up his steps when I turned around. Since we were on different steps, we ended up to be face to face. "Then show me and the boys that you aren't this jerk who just wants the girls, money, and fame." I shook my head. "Because that's what you're showing the world right now."
He glared. "You think you're any better?"
I crossed my arms. "What's the suppose to mean?"
"You think you're miss perfect who doesn't, and can't do anything wrong. Well news flash babe, you are an annoying, whinny, bad mouthed girl who's boyfriend was more than happy with you ending the relationship." He spat moving closer to my face.
"I'm surprised he didn't cheat. Having you around, it's the only escape." He smirked at the hurt in my eyes and pushed pasted me.
"Oh," he turned around. "your are even a bad best mate. I mean, lying and ignoring her. Some friend." he shook his head walking into his apartment slamming the door.
I walked right in yelling. "I HAVE NO CHOICE HARRY. SIMON IS MAKING ME KEEP THIS A SECRET FROM EVERYONE, OR SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST PERSON I WOULD TELL. THEN THERE'S YOU, ALWAYS NEEDING ME RIGHT AT THE MOMENT I GET TO EVEN TALK TO HER. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT."
He turned around with anger. "It's not my FUCKING FAULT."
"If it wasn't for you, we both wouldn't be in this mess." I said.
He came closer to me. "It's your fault." he gritted.
I stood my ground. No way was he blaming this on me. "Me? i'm not the one smashing girls every other night, getting drunk whenever I can, and acting like a bad ass all because i've got money. Get your head out of your ass and see that all this is your fault, everything that's going to happen this year is on you and your idiotic moves."
I didn't wait for his reply. I just turned around and went straight out.
Just. Like That.

[Harry's POV]


I got closer trying to be intimidating. "It's your fault." I gritted.
But she stood her ground "Me? i'm not the one smashing girls every other night, getting drunk whenever I can, and acting like a bad ass all because i've got money. Get your head out of your ass and see that all this is your fault, everything that's going to happen this year is on you and your idiotic moves."
She then turned around and went right out, leaving me there staring at her walk down the sidewalk. She was gone.
Just. Like. That.
Damn.
Cute how Simon sending his niece to fix nothing. He's really to blame.
Not me.

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