"Don't worry, I didn't tell grandma about this morning." He said looking over his shoulder, making sure she wasn't around.

My heart started to race. I really didn't want to talk about this with him. I rather keep that to myself. I started to fidget with my fingers. His attention turned back towards me.

"Have you and umm." He struggled with his words.

"Harry?" I asked helping him finish his sentence.

"Oh yeah. Harry. Have you two been having... sex?" He blurted out slowly.

I was stolen out of reality by his question. Could I not keep anything to myself? First my grandmother, now my grandfather? I hesitated to answer.

"No." I lied.

My grandfather meant to not show it but he did. Relief covered his face and he took a breather like he had just dodged a bullet.

"That's good." He mumbled under his breath, thinking I couldn't hear.

"I just want you to be careful. You're a grown women and can make your-"

"Ok, gotcha." I said getting up before things took a wrong turn.

I quickly made my way up to my room, locking the door. I felt bad for lying to my grandfather. He didn't need to know the truth. What my grandfather doesn't know, won't hurt him.

Since there was nothing on tv interesting, I turned towards my laptop and went on the scoop. There were pictures of me leaving Harry's house on the home page. The headline was "Mystery girl leaves Mr. Styles house. " Anger rushed through my body. I was astounded how fast they could get the pictures up, considering I left there about a hour ago. I hated being known by everybody. I hated my pictures being put on the Internet for everybody to see. Annoyed, I closed my laptop. I went to bed thinking how my life would be if I never met Harry.

A text woke me up the next morning. It was from Harry.

"Morning beautiful! Just wanted to let you know I'll be picking you up at 10am. Be ready! Xo."

I smiled at his words. Still tired I slammed my head back into my pillow. I suddenly brought it back up and glanced at the clock. 9:35am. I stripped the sheets off of me and ran into the shower. I threw on a casual outfit and sprinkled on a little bit of makeup. I had no time to breath downstairs, let alone get anything to eat. Harry was already here.

"I hope you have comfortable shoes on because I have a day planned for us." He said hugging me.

The coldness slipped into the house, making me cold. But the coldness dissolved with Harry's hug. I laughed lightly.

"I do." I said looking at my boots.

"So, what are we doing today?" I asked curiously.

"It's a surprise." He said keeping his eyes on the road.

I sighed and watched the cars pass by. Soon enough, we arrive at this cute French cafe called "Petite Paris." Harry jogs around to my side of the car and opens the door like a gentlemen.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"No problem." He exclaimed with his dimples exposed.

A French waiter with a funny accent shows us to our table. While waiting for our food, I couldn't help by notice Harry kept glancing at me from time to time. He would look up from his phone and would sneak a glance.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I joked.

"Nope. I'm just stunned by your beauty." He smiled.

I blushed, a lot. My cheeks flushed with heat and redness. I literally attacked my food when the waiter returned with our food and left. I ordered a crepe with fruits, orange juice and an omelet. I was so hungry since I didn't eat anything this morning. Harry and I conversed, but I found myself paying more attention to my food then him.

"Sorry." I said ashamed.

"For what?" He asked.

"For eating like a pig. I'm really hungry, I didn't get a chance to eat this morning." I said.

"I don't mind. I like a girl who can eat." He said chuckling.

I tried to form a smile. Not the easiest thing to do when your mouth is filled with food. I felt like I was doing a million at once. I was trying to eat my food, hold a conversation with Harry, ignore all the pictures being taken and all the fans coming up and asking for an autograph, pretending like I wasn't there. By the time Harry and I left, the outside of the cafe was flooding with hormonal, screaming teen girls. Harry was being pushed and pulled from different angles. We finally made it alive to the car. The girls screamed and knocked in the windows. I looked at the crazed group that attacked the car, they couldn't see us, but we could see them. The windows were tinted black, hence his situation. The girls made a path as the car turned on. Some girls even chased after the car, but soon tired out.

"Are you alright?" He asked, cracking the silence.

"I'm fine. The question is are you alright." I said looking at him.

"I'm good." He laughed.

The image of the girls played through my mind as Harry drove. It's one thing to love a person, but to attack them? I felt bad for him. He couldn't do anything or go anywhere without being mobbed by girls.

Notes

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