When I awoke the next day my tent was empty, instead there was a bottle of water and a packet of paracetamol where Harry had been sleeping. Opening the water I downed half the bottle before even bothering with the tablets. Finishing the rest of the bottle, I climbed out my tent. Looking around, I noticed there were still plenty of tents. That meant I had woken up earlier than I had thought I would. I stumbled my way back to the house, hoping to god there would be coffee left. I didn’t even drink coffee, I hated the smell and the taste and just everything about it in general, but the more I moved the more I felt my head spin and I quickly realised I was still slightly drunk.

When I arrived at the kitchen there must have been twenty people wandering around. I noticed Gemma sat at the table with her head resting on it, groaning. Then there were four teenage boys, who looked like death. I made my way over to them, putting on my brightest smile and shouting ‘good morning’ as loud as would be deemed appropriate.

“Shhh!” Louis growled and I had to stifle my laugh. I’d never seen anyone look so rough. “How are you not dead?” he glared.

“I’m not entirely sure I’m not.” I said as I collapsed on the floor next to them. Zayn was passed out, leaning against the wall. “Should we wake him?” I asked.

“I’d like to see you try.” Liam snorted. “We’ve just come to accept the fact he’s late for everything that’s before midday now.”

“Where’s Harry?” Niall asked with his adorable little Irish accent.

“He wasn’t in my tent when I woke up.” I shrugged as I took a bite out of the banana my dad had just handed me. A good father knows his daughters hangover food. However, this revelation caused everyone to perk up, including Zayn, who was now suddenly very awake.

“What d’ya mean he wasn’t in your tent?” Zayn’s eyebrows shot up.

“I thought you all knew? When I got back to my tent last night he was in there passed out. I thought maybe you guys had kicked him out, when I woke up he was gone. I tried to wake him last night, but he wouldn’t budge.” I’d realised I’d been speaking with a banana in my mouth the whole time and swallowed, apologising before standing to grab an apple. I honestly wasn’t sure how I was able to be eating and I was sure I would regret it later.

“Uh, no. We didn’t know where he’d gone. Aye, he must have thought he’d get lucky!” Niall cheered, but instantly regretted it, as he clutched his head in pain. “I tell ya what, I’m never drinking again.”

“What happened to the Irish being able to handle their drink?” I mocked, ignoring his earlier statement.

“I can! I drank more than you, you know!” I was about to protest but Liam interjected.

“He’s right, he was already drunk by the time we got to the wedding.” I felt a scowl creep across my face. I didn’t have time to get angry at him though because then Harry walked in the room, ranting about something.

“Guys, have you seen sugarscape? And twitter…oh, hey Amelia. I didn’t see you there.” he’d stopped himself midsentence and I knew why.

“Well, let me see then!” I held my hand out expectantly. Hesitantly he handed me his phone with the article open. There was a picture of me screaming at fans…incidentally, Gemma was nowhere in sight.

Harry Styles, of One Direction, appears to have a new woman in his life, and it’s pretty clear to us who wears the trousers in this relationship. Last night, she was seen arguing with fans of the young stars before demanding Harold go inside and wait for her. She then went on to demand the young girls leave before she called the police for trespassing. One young girl was kind enough to talk to us about her experience. “She was just so mean, you know? We only wanted a chance to see our idols and she called us creepy and stalkers. I don’t understand why she had to be so mean. I really hope her and Harry aren’t dating because she’s really mean, and he deserves someone better.” So what do you think? You can watch the full argument in the video below…we know what we thing, but what are your guys opinions?

Here’s what we can tell you about our young beau and his girl, Amelia Moderski of Dundee university, go back a long way. Harry’s sister, Gemma, was maid of honour at Amelia’s sister’s wedding last night. Amelia and Harry are rumoured to have dated when they were younger, before the star auditioned for x-factor, sources state the couple split when Amelia became jealous of our young beau’s fame. However, they were seen getting cosy last night while they thought no one was looking, so are they back on? Pictures show the young couple down by the river kissing and flirting. So is Harry Styles off the market? Who knows, but our sources suggest that Miss Amelia is here to stay. Hamelia or Harrelia? Send in your suggestions for ship names, and let us know what you all think of Amelia.

Come on Harry, you have plenty of girls chasing after you, us included, what’s so special about this one?

I couldn’t help but laugh, really? This was the best they could come up with. I had to admit, the picture of Harry licking my tongue was unfortunate, but I’d seen worse, and I’m sure his publicist could do all the damage control needed. “It could have been worse.” I shrugged, looking up at Harry’s expectant face. I turned to see all the other boys looking at me uncertainly.

“You don’t mind this?” Liam asked as he read over the article himself.

“Well, I can’t say I’m pleased by it, but it’s not exactly the end of the world is it? I wish they’d got their facts right, Harry and I never dated, I was never jealous of his fame and we aren’t dating now. But really, Hamelia? It sounds like some kind of medical problem. Oh and can we talk about their spelling and grammar?” It bothered me more than I was letting on, but it wouldn’t do me any good to get worked up over something that would blow over in a few days when I wasn’t seen with Harry any more, or some other girl came along. Plus it was unfair on Harry to take it out on him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Neither of us had. I may not have liked my picture online, but honestly at least it wasn’t every single day, and it wasn’t like every aspect of my life had been invaded. I didn’t like that they knew where I went to university, but I’d get over it.

“You took it better than Perrie did.” Zayn commented. “Even though she was in the papers herself, she still hated the press she got.” And with that he was back asleep.

“You fancy coming to get some breakfast?” Harry asked.

“Cor I could really use a bacon sandwich!” Niall chimed, “Uh…but, you know I don’t really feel up to it now, maybe later.” What the hell just happened? I stared at him for a moment, waiting for an explanation but none came.

“Uh, sure. Let me just go and get dressed.” I ambled out the kitchen, trying desperately not to walk into anything. I was however, getting very dirty looks from the older members of my family. I heard the aunt from last night whisper something about the length of my shorts and the presence of boys. I honestly couldn’t care less. They’d seen me in nothing but my underwear last night, I wondered how she would feel about that.

I decided to grab a quick shower before getting dressed. I was covered in chlorine and alcohol and sweat, and I was sure that couldn’t smell nice. Once I was finished drying I slipped into a pair of ripped skinnies, my gay rights t-shirt and my drop dead jumper. My room smelled of old people and I couldn’t help but crinkle my nose. It wasn’t the nice old people smell it was the stale cigarettes and urine kind.

I finished getting ready and went to meet Harry, who was sat at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. “You ready?” he asked. I nodded and followed him out the house.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I buckled myself into his range rover. His security doing the same in the car behind us.

“I was thinking the bakery?” I couldn’t help but let a little smile spread across my face. We’d both worked there as teenagers. It was weird, after he left random teenage girls would show up asking if this was where Harry had worked. It was weird to start with, but we got used to it after a while. It brought business, so none of us ever complained.

“That sounds perfect!” I hadn’t been back in a while, though I knew Harry had. He’d gone there to film part of ‘This is Us’. It was weird when my roommate showed it to me, seeing somewhere I had spent so much time on a film…I wasn’t really sure what to think of it. My roommate and I weren’t particularly close, and I was rather looking forward to the end of halls. She was a major One Direction fan and although I didn’t really mind I found it kind of weird seeing Harry watching me get changed. When she’d discovered I was from Holmes Chapel her face had lit up, she began barraging me with questions about it; if I knew Harry? Did I go to school with him? What was he like? Of course I denied all knowledge of him. Claiming we hung in different social groups, so while I may have seen him about, I never actually knew him.

I groaned in sudden realisation. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked, seemingly worried.

“My roommate. For nearly a year I’ve had to deny knowing you. She goes on Sugarscape all the time, so she’d going to know I was lying to her. I feel bad, but ugh…” Harry looked at me sympathetically but shrugged.

“You should just tell her that I asked you not to mention it to anyone.” he said as he pulled up in front of the bakery. That seemed fair enough.

We both climbed out of the car; Harry’s security had parked behind us but hadn’t gotten out the car. I suppose since there was no one around there was no need. Harry opened the door before gesturing for me to go first.

“Well well well, if it isn’t little miss ‘too good for this small town’” Barbra whistled.

“You’re calling me too good for this town when I’m here with Harry?” I chuckled. “It’s good to see you Barb.”
“Yes, but Mr Styles comes back and visits!” she scolded. “But it’s good to see you too!” she chirped, before pulling me into a hug. “And Harry, you look good! Amelia, hunny you look sick as a dog.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. She always bullied me.

“She was drinking all night…someone has a liver of Steele.” Harry mocked.

“Okay, but you drank as much as I did so I don’t get it.” I grumbled. “And you! Why weren’t you at the reception!” I chided.

“I couldn’t make it sweetie, I wish I could, but you know I have responsibilities! Anyway what can I get you two little lovebirds?” she smirked. Both Harry and I gawped at her. A blush rose to Harry’s cheeks as he looked away.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well the reason I couldn’t come last night was because I was babysitting my granddaughter. This morning I woke up to her shaking me to show me her laptop screen. Harry, it’s not very polite to lick someone’s tongue.”

“I…uh…we were just mucking about. I wasn’t kissing her!” he defended.

“You two haven’t been on twitter yet have you?” she eyes me wearily.

“No…my phones dead.” I admitted. “Why?” I didn’t really have to ask. I already knew. If ‘Crazy about One Direction’ was anything to go by, I was in for a real treat. Taylor Swift ain’t got nothing on me.

“Just ignore them.” Harry grumbled. “I’ll take a coffee and a Chelsea bun.”

“I’ll have a hot chocolate and a cinnamon roll. Harry, I can handle whatever a bunch of teenage girls have to throw at me.” I smiled softly. “Really, I used to get it pretty bad when they came in here.” I admitted. Some of them downright scared me. I was sixteen at the time and I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong. It took me a while to realise I hadn’t done anything wrong, they were just jealous.

“They can be really nasty though. I love my fans, I wouldn’t be where I was without them, but some of them are cruel. Louis installed a panic room in his house for his ex…that’s how scared he was, and they LIKED her. They…they….uh don’t like you.” he admitted sheepishly.

“Harry, I’ll deal okay? Just so long as they leave my family alone, I’ll deal.” I wasn’t fussed about myself but if Tabby got caught in the middle, they wouldn’t be able to escape me.

“You haven’t read what they have to say yet.” he seemed so unsure of himself, like I was going to hate him the second I had to see.

“Harry whatever they say, it isn’t your fault. Pass me your phone.” I motioned for him to hand it over. He looked at me cautiously, weighing up the pros and cons before finally relenting.

I opened up the twitter app, looking through his mentiones before logging him out and checking through mine. I had to cringe at some of them. There were very vivid threats of what they’d do to me if they saw me. There were even more just generally calling me a ‘bitch’. Mostly I was cringing at their spelling.

“Well, all I can say is…your fans really need to learn to spell. Maybe you can open up a Directioner school where they can go to learn basic English!” I mocked. “Smile!” I said as I held up the phone to snap a picture of him, his Chelsea bun hanging out his mouth.

Breakfast with 1/5 of some stupid boyband. Why am I stuck with the lame one? I tweeted, tagging him in it. I couldn’t help but laugh at the photo of him, he looked so startled, with his food hanging out of his mouth.

“You’ve opened yourself up to even more hate.” he pointed out.

I shrugged, “Listen Harry, I’m not going to pretend the hate doesn’t bother me, it does, but I’m not going to let a bunch of teenage girls dictate my life and scare me. You’re my friend, you’re my family, and if they can’t accept that, that’s on them. It’s not your fault and it isn’t mine. I understand if you don’t want to be seen with me again, that’s fine. Honestly though, I’ll deal with it. It’ll stop once we stop being seen together though.” For a moment I thought a look of hurt had spread across his face, and I wasn’t sure why.


“I don’t want to stop spending time with you though. You’re the only person who treats me the same. You still look at me the same way you did when we were fifteen and no one does that any more, not even my mum. Just, I get it if you don’t want to hang with me. Just so you know I’ll never hold it against you.” I felt my heart soften at the look on his face. Something told me he was used to people walking away.

“You might not, but I would. You know I never forgave Haydn, Nick and Will? What they did to you was disgusting…In all fairness Will did begin to defend you, but I also have a feeling it was only so you’d promote that band. Either way, they got jealous and ditched you.” A lot of people in town had, but none of them were his best friends.

“I can’t really blame them, I did abandon them.” he shrugged.

“No, you went off to do your own thing. Like you were going to do two years later anyway. They’re just jealous. You did what was best for you, you did what any normal sixteen year old would do. You didn’t intend to just leave them. It’s just how it happened.”

“I’m sorry, you really didn’t speak to them after?” he asked, as if he had missed it the first time.

“Yeah.” I knew where he was going with this.

“You mean, you dumped Haydn because of me?” when had Harry become so shy? He wasn’t the same bubbly outgoing person I knew from before.

“No, I dumped him because he was an arsehole. If he ditched his best friend because you got famous and he got jealous of your fame. He pushed you into singing in the first place, so if he wants to be like that he only has himself to blame.” I smirked. I’d told him so and I’d never seen him look more furious. It didn’t matter to me, because although Harry and I weren’t close he was my family. Family comes first.

We didn’t talk much for the rest of the time, but I could feel Barb watching us the whole time. We were nearly ready to go when I noticed movement outside. There were more reporters, and more teenage girls. Where did they come from? Harry’s security were dealing with them, but by the look on Harry’s face I could tell it was time to go.

“You want to go and see my mum?” he suggested. “Or I could take you home?”

“No, let’s go see Anne. I haven’t spoken to her properly. I saw her yesterday but we were both busy.” I grabbed my hot chocolate that I hadn’t finished and we left, waving bye to Barb, promising I’d visit again before I went back to university.

The second the door opened Harry and I were barraged with shouting and screaming and questions. Some girls were shouting for Harry, some screaming violently at me. Reporters were screaming questions; asking if we were dating, how we’d met among other things. I suddenly felt very trapped and I didn’t know what to do. I froze. I could hear everything, but I couldn’t walk the last few steps to Harry’s car. I felt Harry’s arm around my waist as he pulled me to the car. Then he froze too.

“How dare you? You call yourself my fan, yet you insult one of the most important people in my life? You aren’t a fan of mine. No, you’re just cruel and spiteful. That goes for the rest of you too. Amelia is my friend and if you say a bad word about her, you’re insulting me too. If I hear one more threat against her…well you don’t want to know what I’ll do.” The crowd had gone silent. I hadn’t heard who Harry had snapped at, but everyone was in shock, so was I. Harry had always been known as the calm one. He never reacted to the stuff the fans said. Never. I felt the movement back in my legs, and climbed in the car without another word.

The drive to Harry’s mums was silent. Not even the sound of the radio. I don’t think either of us knew what to say. We were both in shock. The car drew to a halt and I hopped out. “I’m sorry.” he murmured.

“Don’t be.” Was all I said in return. I wasn’t sure what else there was to say to him. I wanted to ask why he’d done it, but I wasn’t sure I could. It just seemed like one of those things that happen, but you never talk about again. So I didn’t ask.

The door swung open before Harry even had a chance to get his key. “My baby!” Anne squealed, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“You saw me yesterday!” he protested, but it was obvious from the way he leant into her that he didn’t really mind. He must miss his mum while he was away. Harry and Anne had always been close, and I just remembered how proud she was of her son.

“Amelia!” she pulled away from Harry and pulled me into a similar hug. I nearly lost my footing but managed to catch myself on the door frame. “Come in! You two must be hungry!” she rushed us into the house, shoving us towards the sofa. “Now what can I make you?” I’d never quite seen her like this and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“We just ate mum. We went to the bakery, and you don’t cook!”

“Oh, and yes I do Harry!” I couldn’t help but laugh slightly. Anne did not cook.

“Well, how are you Anne?” I asked. Taking the subject away from her cooking. Something I knew Harry could not possibly miss. We spent the next two hours just sat in the living room talking and drinking tea. I’d missed spending time with Anne. She was like my second mother. Whenever I needed something and my mum couldn’t do it, Anne was there for me.

Soon it was time to go though. I needed to get back and help tidy up, and the boys needed to get back on the road. They’d had the past few days off, but it was back to the tour tomorrow. They needed to go and get things sorted. Anne cried as we said good bye, but I promised to come back tomorrow and take her shopping and to see a film. We set and time and then we were leaving.

Harry’s hands turned white as he griped the steering wheel. Either he was mad or trying to hold back tears, and part of me thought it was the latter. I didn’t know how he did it. If I needed my mum I could just call, or visit. If he needed his mum, he had to wait months to see her.

We arrived back at the house in silence. The boys were waiting ready to go. I bid them all fairwell, not before they bombarded me with requests for my phone number, email address and various other forms of contact. I gave each of them a hug and promised to keep in contact. As the others climbed into the car Louis stayed behind.

“You are something quite special Amelia. I really hope you know that. Not many people can handle our press or fans. I really hope it doesn’t become too much for you, because we all really like having you around. Plus, I need someone who can keep up with my wit. Niall tries, but you know, he’s Irish.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, seriously. If you ever need anything, just text, email, call whatever. I can’t promise to physically be there, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” I felt tears prick my eyes. It had been so long since I’d had any real friends. People I could really rely on, but Louis really meant what he said and I was thankful.

“Same goes for you, okay? If you ever need anything. Thank you.” I pulled him into a hug. He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before jumping in the passenger seat. That left me with just Harry to say good bye to.

“You better stay in touch, Mr famous rockstar!” I teased.

“Try and stop me.” he smirked. I felt myself relax slightly, he’d been tense the whole time we were at his mums and I thought I’d done something wrong.

“Same goes for you, if you ever need anything. Even just someone to talk to, I’m here.” I leant up to hug him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

“I know. You’ve always been there for me.” he sighed. Part of that didn’t feel fair, because I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in three years.

“You better be off, now be safe and let me know when you land in Australia!” They were over there for their last twenty four shows Liam had informed me last night. He was very much looking forward to meeting some ‘hot Australian beach babes’ in his words.

“I will. Give everyone a hug from me!” and with that he was gone. I waved them off before returning to my house and retreating to my bed. I was exhausted. I was just drifting off when my dad walked in my room.

“Jenna called, her and Ben are at the airport. She promised plenty of pictures.” I smiled lazily.

“I’m so happy for her. I’m so happy for all of them. I don’t think I could be any more proud.” I giggled.

“We’re all proud of you too.” I felt a pit in my stomach.

“Come lie with me?” I motioned for him to join me in bed and he did. Crawling in beside me we both fell asleep. I’d missed this.

Notes

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