World Tour
Abby
***Harry Styles***
Friday, July 27th, 2012 – North London, England
“What’s bothering you?” Louis asked me as we waited for someone to come fix the broken elevator we were stuck on.
“It’s just weird thinking about you taking someone else on dates,” I explained. Louis knew how jealous I could get, but he also knew that it didn’t mean I didn’t trust him, because I did. “But I know that’s so stupid of me to feel that way, because I’m the one who doesn’t want us to come out.” I looked at the ceiling, wondering why I was so bothered by this.
“Harry,” Louis stepped over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. “It’s not going to mean anything to me, okay? It’ll be just like I was going out to eat with Liam, or Niall, or Zayn, only she probably won’t be as good of friends as they are.”
“I know, I’m – I’m just being stupid,” I muttered.
“No, you’re not,” Louis told me. “Look, if this really bothers you, we can go back up there and tell the managers they’re going to have to come up with a new idea.”
“No, it’s fine, they’re pretty adamant about it and it is a solution for all the Larry rumors. I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is bugging me.”
“Because you love me,” Louis smiled, pleased with himself about that. I cursed Louis’s smile for being so contagious as one spread across my face as well. Louis kissed me just as the elevator doors opened, and our three band mates were standing on the other side.
“Seriously?” Zayn asked as we quickly pulled apart, hoping no one else had seen.
“Just be glad the elevator wasn’t broken down longer,” Louis joked, wiggling his eyebrows as we stepped off the elevator. Zayn shook his head and Niall rolled his eyes. Liam just stayed quiet, and I wondered if Louis’s and mine public displays of affection (okay, maybe not so public, but in front of the other three) made Liam think about Danielle.
The five of us spent the majority of the weekend together, mostly to keep an eye on Liam, but he seemed to be doing okay. I was nervous for Monday though – I didn’t want to meet this Abby person and I didn’t want her to come in and mess with the dynamic of the band. But Monday came, and I was quiet while Louis drove us to the recording studio. He didn’t say anything until he parked the car, and then he looked at me before getting out.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he told me, putting his hand on my shoulder. I just nodded, and we walked inside to the recording studio.
The other guys weren’t there yet, and there was a pretty blonde girl sitting in the sound booth – Abby. Frank introduced her to us, and Louis and I politely shook her hand.
“So I guess we’re dating then?” Louis asked her, wasting no time jumping in. I winced at those words – I knew they weren’t real, but it was so weird to hear him say them.
“I guess so,” Abby smiled, kindly.
“So, where are you from?” Louis asked her in an attempt to get to know her. I felt no need to do the same, so I walked onto the other side of the booth into the recording studio and messed around with a guitar, watching through the glass as Louis and Abby got acquainted, both of them smiling. I already didn’t like her, even though I had no reason for that. Since Louis and Abby were supposed to come out publicly with their relationship, they went out to dinner that night, and I stayed at home trying not to let it bother me.
Friday, July 27th, 2012 – North London, England
“What’s bothering you?” Louis asked me as we waited for someone to come fix the broken elevator we were stuck on.
“It’s just weird thinking about you taking someone else on dates,” I explained. Louis knew how jealous I could get, but he also knew that it didn’t mean I didn’t trust him, because I did. “But I know that’s so stupid of me to feel that way, because I’m the one who doesn’t want us to come out.” I looked at the ceiling, wondering why I was so bothered by this.
“Harry,” Louis stepped over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. “It’s not going to mean anything to me, okay? It’ll be just like I was going out to eat with Liam, or Niall, or Zayn, only she probably won’t be as good of friends as they are.”
“I know, I’m – I’m just being stupid,” I muttered.
“No, you’re not,” Louis told me. “Look, if this really bothers you, we can go back up there and tell the managers they’re going to have to come up with a new idea.”
“No, it’s fine, they’re pretty adamant about it and it is a solution for all the Larry rumors. I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is bugging me.”
“Because you love me,” Louis smiled, pleased with himself about that. I cursed Louis’s smile for being so contagious as one spread across my face as well. Louis kissed me just as the elevator doors opened, and our three band mates were standing on the other side.
“Seriously?” Zayn asked as we quickly pulled apart, hoping no one else had seen.
“Just be glad the elevator wasn’t broken down longer,” Louis joked, wiggling his eyebrows as we stepped off the elevator. Zayn shook his head and Niall rolled his eyes. Liam just stayed quiet, and I wondered if Louis’s and mine public displays of affection (okay, maybe not so public, but in front of the other three) made Liam think about Danielle.
The five of us spent the majority of the weekend together, mostly to keep an eye on Liam, but he seemed to be doing okay. I was nervous for Monday though – I didn’t want to meet this Abby person and I didn’t want her to come in and mess with the dynamic of the band. But Monday came, and I was quiet while Louis drove us to the recording studio. He didn’t say anything until he parked the car, and then he looked at me before getting out.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he told me, putting his hand on my shoulder. I just nodded, and we walked inside to the recording studio.
The other guys weren’t there yet, and there was a pretty blonde girl sitting in the sound booth – Abby. Frank introduced her to us, and Louis and I politely shook her hand.
“So I guess we’re dating then?” Louis asked her, wasting no time jumping in. I winced at those words – I knew they weren’t real, but it was so weird to hear him say them.
“I guess so,” Abby smiled, kindly.
“So, where are you from?” Louis asked her in an attempt to get to know her. I felt no need to do the same, so I walked onto the other side of the booth into the recording studio and messed around with a guitar, watching through the glass as Louis and Abby got acquainted, both of them smiling. I already didn’t like her, even though I had no reason for that. Since Louis and Abby were supposed to come out publicly with their relationship, they went out to dinner that night, and I stayed at home trying not to let it bother me.
Notes
Disclaimer: Abby is NOT in ANY way, shape, or form, representative of Eleanor, or anyone else real. The only similarity is I got the idea from Eleanor, but Abby is a completely FICTIONAL character that I've made up so I PROMISE I'm not trying to add Eleanor into the story - I didn't want to stir up controversy; real life Eleanor seems perfectly sweet but she will not be making an appearance in this story :-)I kinda like jealous Harry...
@Sinthiaa
No, it's not hers, it's mine, and I can't get in touch with her or the site admins to get it taken down, grrr haha. Thank you for saying something though :-) *MUAH*
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