Harry’s POV
Kennedy did an amazing job on the Catty Man show and after the taping, her and Alan had a good twenty minute conversation about weddings. I was in our dressing room trying make sure that Kennedy hadn’t managed to leave anything when she walked in with a giant smile on her face.

“Well that went bloody brilliantly if you ask me,” she said, “And I really like Alan Carr. He’s hilarious.”

I just had to smile at her because she was just glowing with excitement and I could was grin at her.

“So it was a good idea to have this be our first talk show?” I asked and she nodded her head.

“Definetely,” I said, “I am now looking forward to all of the interviews we have to do. The only one I’m not is. . .”

“Grimmy’s I know love,” I replied, “And if you don’t want to go to that then I understand.”

“Don’t worry Haz,” she grinned at me, “I think I can handle Grimmy. I just don’t want it to be uncomfortable for you is all.”

God this woman was way too good for me.

“Well how about we head and get some lunch yeah?” I asked, “We can stop at Nando’s.”

“Well we’ll be meeting everyone there,” she sighed a bit bummed out, “Niall and Andrea sent me a text saying that everyone is waiting for us at Nando’s.”

I knew that sigh. She just wanted to spend the day with me and not worry about anything or talk to anyone. I then smirked and got an idea.

“How about we go to Trocadero instead,” I said, “We’ll tell them that we didn’t get the text until we were already at Trocadero.”

Kennedy looked at her phone and then back up at me with a grin.

“We’re horrible friends Styles,” she said as we headed back towards the car, “but I like that idea.”

“Good we’ll tell Paul and then we can grab a cab back,” I said and she grinned at me.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me and slipped my arm around her shoulder and she slipped her arm around my waist. We were walking towards the back of the studio when I saw Paul holding back three or four girls from coming backstage.

“Let us through,” one of them says, “I need to tell Harry how much of a mistake he’s making. She’s nothing but a slag!”

I didn’t think of how much hate Kennedy would get now but it always broke my heart when fans talked like that about people the boys and I considered to be important. I pulled Kennedy closer to me as they saw us and the girls tried harder.

“You’re nothing but a slag Kennedy Wilker!” one of them yelled and I felt Kennedy wince and I looked down at Kennedy to see her looking at the ground trying not to cry.

I let her go but she quickly pulled on my arm.

“It’s not worth it Harry,” she whispered quietly.

“It is too,” I said making her look at me, “It’s not right to let them call you that Kenni.”

“I’m fine,” Kennedy said trying to get me to believe her, “It’s alright Harry.”

“No,” I said, “And don’t lie to me either Kenni. You can only take so much.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, “I don’t want your fans to hate me more.”

I shook my head and kissed her forehead.

“Stay here,” I said and she sighed knowing she wasn’t going to win.

“Fine,” she mumbled and I walked over to where Paul was standing.

“Harry why are you marrying her?” the girl who first asked, “She’s hideous.”

I then looked back at Kennedy and smiled at her then looked back to my hateful fan.

“Because she loves the Harry Styles that wasn’t famous before she loved the famous Harry Styles,” I said, “She doesn’t want me for my money or fame. She wants me for me and that’s something you fans that call her slag and gold digger will never understand because you just want the ability to say you slept with Harry Styles. Now go home.”

I then spun around and walked back to Kennedy smiling while she looked at me confused. I just shook my head, my hair falling in my eyes.

“What did you tell them?” Kennedy asked confused.

“That you love me for me,” I said, “Not for the fact that you’re with me for me and not because I’m famous.”

“Well. . .” she started and I looked at her completely shocked.

Her face was completely straight until she broke out into a giant smile and giggled at my face.

“I’m only kidding love,” she grinned at me, “I love you and everything about you.”

“Good,” I said kissing her temple, “because I was about to have a heart attack when you said well. . .”

She just laughed as we opened the door and Paul led us to the car. I wasn’t going to sign any autographs but Kennedy just shook her head at me and signed some things and took pictures while I waited for her at the car.

“How come Harry’s not signing?” I overheard a little girl ask Kennedy holding on to her mum.

“Someone made him a bit sad love,” Kennedy said and the girl frowned.

“Why?” she asked and I could tell she sincerely was worried that I was sad.

“Because they weren’t happy for him,” she said and the little girl frowned.

“They’re stupid,” she said after a few minutes of silence, “You’re really pretty and Harry’s really handsome and you make Harry happy!”

Kennedy then smiled and looked over at me.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” she asked and the little girl’s eyes lit up.

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

Kennedy then whispered into the little girl’s right ear and the smile on her face grew.

“Now its just between us right?” she asked.

“Yes!” she exclaimed and hugged her.

Kennedy hugged her back and the little girl’s mum thanked her profusely. Kennedy told her not to worry about it and then kissed the little’s cheek.

“It was lovely to meet you Emilia,” she said and the little girl giggled and then she met me at the car.

“What did you tell Emilia?” I asked as we got into the car.

“That you make me really happy too,” she replied and kissed my cheek.

It was right then and there that I fell even more in love with my best friend than I already was and I couldn’t wait to plan this wedding with her to call her Mrs. Styles.

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