Today was the day, that I was doing the interview with the people who said Harry had abused me. I was sort of nervous, but I knew I needed to do this, for Harry’s sake.
I had gone to a doctor’s appointment, and they had removed my cast and given me a boot that only went to my knee. They said my thigh had healed and this one would only be on for three more weeks. Harry was really excited about that, and so was Niall.
“Baby, are you done getting ready?” Harry called from downstairs.
“Almost, what color shoes do I wear? Red All Stars or Black?” I shouted.
Harry came running upstairs, and wrapped his arms around my waist from the back, and placed his chin on my shoulder.
“I like the red.” He said.
“Me too.” I answered pecking his cheek.
“Let’s go now. You only need one shoe.” He said with a smile.
I could walk now with my boot, so Harry didn’t have to carry me. He still held onto me when I walked though, just in case I fell. I couldn’t believe how people could think Harry would hit me.
We got into the car, and drove to the studio where the interview would be held. When we got there, Harry held my hand as we walked in, but had to take a seat in the audience, so we parted ways.
“You’ll do fine.” Harry said.
“I know, but I’m just nervous.” I said.
“It’s fine. Hopefully you’ll never have to do this again.” Harry said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and gave him a tight squeeze. He kissed me lightly on the lips.
“I love you.” he said.
“I love you too. I’ll fix this.” I said calling after him.
I walked into the backstage area, where people hooked me up to a microphone, and fixed my hair and make-up. Finally it was time for the show to start.
“Hi, my name is Diane Wesley, and today we have a very special guest, here to talk about her abusive relationship with recent boyfriend Harry Styles. Everyone welcome, Alana Goldberg.” The host said.
I walked out onto the stage and took my seat. My blood was boiling. This lady was really out to get my Harry, and I wouldn’t stand for anyone trying to hurt him.
“Hi, Alana it’s a pleasure having you here today.” Diane said.
“Yeah. Wish I could say the same.” I answered with a sour smile.
“So how are you? You looked quite banged up.” She said.
“I’m perfect actually. I’m really, really good.” I said growing angrier by the second.
“So tell me what happened to your eye. You have some stitches I see.” She said.
“Right, okay, so Harry and I were snuggling in bed, and watching T.V. when his phone rang. I was tired and half asleep on his shoulder, so when he got up to get his phone my head dropped, and ACCIDENTLY hit off the side dresser. Harry rushed over to me, and called a doctor right away to get my eye stitched up.” I said rudely.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to protect him.” Diane said.
“You don’t get it do you?” I laughed.
“Get what?” she asked confused.
“Harry doesn’t abuse me! He has never and will never lay a hand on me! You obviously don’t know Harry.” I shouted.
“Okay, then let us know him. What is he really like? The good the bad and the ugly.” She said.
I smiled. This would be fun.
“Harry Edward Styles is the best friend, and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He is loving and kind and compassionate. He is gentle and an amazing cook. He does everything to make sure other people are happy. He gives his all in everything he does. Harry hates seeing other people hurting, especially his loved ones. Harry’s a momma’s boy. He is a family man. He has a way of connecting to people that is incredible and unexplainable. When his fans mobbed me, he didn’t get mad at them, he was just disappointed. Harry never admits he’s mad at me, which gets a little annoying, but I know he does it because he doesn’t want to hurt me. Harry holds me when I’m upset, and gives the best advice. Even when we were friends, he never failed to be there for me. When he was away on tour, he would call me no matter what time it was for him, and ask me how I was and how my day had been. If I had been having trouble, he would stay on the phone all night and comfort me. When he was back home and I was having boyfriend troubles, he would come over at two in the morning, and talk with me for hours, because he cares. For people to try and say that Harry hits me, it’s disgusting. Harry would never ever in a million years ever try to hurt me or anyone like that. Harry isn’t the whore the media makes him out to be. Before we were dating, he was rumored with every girl within five miles of him and every single one was just a friend. I know Harry. I have all my life. We have been best friends for pretty much ever, and we still are, except now he’s my boyfriend. I love him with everything I have, and I will not let you try to hurt him.” I said.
“Well that’s the good, but we want the dirt. We want to know the bad side of Harry Styles.” Diane said excitedly.
“Of course you do. That’s all anyone in the media wants to see or hear about, but get this. Harry has no bad side.” I said.
“Of course he does. What’s he like when he’s mad?” she asked.
“When we get in a fight, we don’t talk. We could go a day without speaking, but that night, before we go to bed, no matter if one of us is sleeping on the couch or not, we tell each other how much we love the other.” I said.
“Well isn’t this just a fairy tale.” Diane said sarcastically.
“It is, this fairy tale is my reality.” I stated.
“Well that is a gag worthy response.” She answered.
I sat and smiled at her while shrugging my shoulders.
“Okay, well what do you think of Harry and the boys fans.” She asked.
“Hold up girl. They aren’t ‘Harry and the boys.’” I said, “They are One Direction.”
“Fine, what do you think of One Direction’s fans?” she asked.
“They are so sweet, to the boys, but people close to the boys take a hard hitting, literally and figuratively.” I said.
“Do you want them to like you?” Diane asked.
“I’m not dating Harry for attention from his fans. I don’t care whether or not they like me or hate me. I’m not here for that. I don’t need them to like me. I’m dating Harry, because I am in love with Harry. If his fans don’t like me, well then that’s their problem, not mine. As long as Harry loves me, then I’m okay.” I said.
“You don’t want to be here do you?” she asked.
“Oh you noticed?” I said with a sarcastic smile.
“Harry is here with you?” she stated in a question.
“Well duh.” I said.
“What does he have to say on all of this?” she asked.
“He’s here ask him.” I said.
“Maybe I will.” She said.
“Maybe I will.” I said mocking her.
She gave me a death stare, and I shot her a big smile. She called Harry onto the stage, and he took a seat next to me and grabbed my hand. I looked over at him and smiled.
“We are going to take some fan questions now if you don’t mind.” Diane said.
“What were to happen if I minded?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes, and pulled up the first question.
“’Harry, what do you even see in Alana? She is really rude.’ Says Alexa.” Diane said.
“Well Alexa, I’m in love with Alana. She isn’t rude, you’ve only seen one part of a side of her. She is protecting me, because she doesn’t want me to be hurt. In my eyes that isn’t rude.” Harry said.
“Okay, next question from Lucy. ‘Harry and Alana, how did you meet?’” Diane read.
“We met when we were like two years old, our parents are good friends, so we grew up together.” I said.
Harry looked over and smiled at me.
“I’m glad I got to grow up with you.” He said.
“Me too.” I laughed.
The interviewer continued to ask questions, most were directed to Harry on why he even keeps me around. The interview ended shortly after, and Harry and I exited the stage.
Diane approached me.
“How dare you make a mockery of me on my own show?” she spat at me.
“How dare you try and ruin Harry’s career with your stupid rumors?” I shot back.
“I asked you first.” She said cruelly.
“Are you five? You need to be put in your place. You can’t just walk around and try to hurt people. I won’t let you hurt Harry. Your messing with the wrong girl.” I said.
“Pop stars need to be taken down off their pedestals.” She said.
“You can’t knock someone down when they aren’t even built up.” I said and walked away.
I found Harry, and grabbed his hand.
“Hey baby. You were amazing.” Harry said.
“I know.” I joked.
“We need to celebrate.” He answered.
“How so?” I asked.
“Well, I had the boys set up a lovely little picnic on the lake, and so Louis, Eleanor, Liam, Danielle, Zayn, Perrie, and the ninth wheel Niall are all coming.” Harry said.
“Fun, can we go bowling after? Please?” I asked.
“Anything you want.” Harry said.
We got into the car, and drove to the lake where the picnic was set up. Everyone was there already and they all applauded me as Harry and I got closer. Harry and I bowed, and everyone laughed. We all ate together, and it started to get dark.
There were fireflies, and I suddenly I was really tired. Zayn and Perrie had left taking Niall home, and Harry and I agreed to save bowling for another night.
Danielle and Liam had gone for a walk, and Eleanor and Louis were too into each other to notice Harry and me.
We started off sitting snuggled up on the picnic blanket, but then Harry picked me up and carried me to the car. He opened the trunk, and laid me down in the back of it. He climbed in after me, and laid on top of me.
“Harry, not yet.” I said.
He lowered his face down to mine.
“Why not?” he asked kissing my neck softly.
“Harry, I want to wait until my leg is totally better, and the stitches are out of my eye.” I said.
“Why?” he asked softly.
“Because, Harry, please can we just wait?” I asked.
“You don’t want to have sex with me do you?” Harry asked sadly.
“Of course I do. Harry I love you, but if we wait it’ll mean ten times more.” I said.
“I can’t wait Alana. I need you.” he said.
“Why so badly?” I asked.
“I don’t know I just want you to know how much I love you.” he said.
“Harry, if you are worried about losing me to another guy, you’re wrong.” I said.
“How do I know you won’t find someone better?” he asked.
“Because you are the best.” I answered.
Harry smiled, and bent down to kiss me.
“How will I know when you are ready?” he asked.
“When I don’t say stop.” I answered.
Harry intertwined his hands with mine, as he was still on top of me. He brought my hands up over my head, and kissed down my arm to my neck.
“I love you my Alana Goldberg.” He said.
“I love you too.” I said, “My Harry Styles.”
Harry smiled, and kissed me gently on the forehead. I kissed him on the lips, and he kissed me back. We stayed like this for a while, until it got cold, and late. Harry drove us home, and we snuggled in bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms.