As I made my way to my car, my phone rung. Harry was calling.

"Hey babe." I said.

"Hey, is something wrong?" He asked.

I didn't realize how tired and worn out my voice sounded until I spoke again. I figured why he would ask if everything was ok.

"I almost got fired today." I said.

"Why? What did you do?" He asked.

"Umm, can I come over? It's too much to explain over the phone, plus I miss you and want to see you." I spoke.

"I miss you too. Don't keep me waiting too long." He chucked.

"I won't. I'll be there in twenty." I said laughing.

I arrived at Harry's house and he opened up the door. My eyes went straight to his abs, he was shirtless and a bit wet.

"Don't tease me." I said smirking.

"Sorry. Just got out of the shower." He smiled.

He welcomed me with a kiss to the forehead.

"So explain why you almost got fired today." He said.

"This girl came in today and she was mean from the start. I guess her friend recognized me from being in a magazine, which I had no idea about. Anyways, she was saying that your a womanizer and I shouldn't be with you." I said speaking really fast.

I didn't expect his reaction to be so... normal. He just sat there listening. I continued.

"She said that I shouldn't be working there, that I should live off of you. It really bothered me, all of the things she was saying. I poured milk on her. A lot. My boss talked to me and said he should fired me, but I got out of it." I said finally finishing.

Harry started to laugh. Squeezing his eyes shut. A smile appeared on my face. He had such an adorable laugh.

"It's not funny! I almost got fired for defending you." I said punching his arm.

Bad idea. Instead of him being hurt, I heard a small crack in my hand. I pulled it back trying to make the throbbing stop. He grabbed my hand and looked at it.

"You're good." He said kissing it, trying to make it feel better.

"I think it's cute that you poured milk on her babe, in defense for me."

"Why don't you care?" I said.

"What do you mean? I do." He said.

"It doesn't surprise me. I've been called names before. I've heard womanizer a million times." He spoke, looking at the ground.

It broke my heart. I felt bad for him. Fame can be ugly. He was strong not to care what people were saying about him. I gently cupped his face, with my other hand that wasn't throbbing, rubbing his cheek.

"Don't listen to them. I think you're amazing." I said hoping it would make him feel better.

He smiled weakly.

"How about we order pizza and watch a movie?" I suggested.

He nodded his head like a little kid, his curls bouncing up and down. The pizza guy was really quick. He was here in less than ten minutes.

"Oh my god! You're Harry styles!" I heard a male voice yell.

"Yup." Harry said casually.

"How much do I owe you?" Harry asked.

"No charge! Can I have a picture?" He said.

"Sure." Harry replied.

I heard Harry close the door. His foot steps becoming louder.

"Pizzas here!" He sung, plopping on the couch.

He tore open the box, drooling over the sight that made his mouth water. Harry ate as almost as bad as Niall. I ate two slices while Harry devoured the rest. After the pizza, I rested my head on his lap while he attempted to braid my hair. I glanced at my phone to see what time it is.

"I gotta go babe. It's late." I exclaimed getting up.

"Noo, stay." He said holding on my wrist.

"I can't." I said.

He walked me to his door.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"Good. Because I want to take you out all day." He said smiling.

I smiled back and gave him a long kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck, while his arm sat on my lower back.

"Bye. Love you." I said in his lips.

"Love you too." He said smirking.

I was welcomed home by my grandpa.

"Hey honey." He cheerfully spoke.

"Why don't you grab a sit. I wanna talk to you." He sat patting a seat next to him.

I already knew what this was going to be about. I really didn't want to have this talk with him. Unwillingness flew through my body. I sighed and took a sit.

Notes

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