***Harry Styles***
Saturday, August 11th, 2012 – North London, England

“Abby!” I ran out of the house after her after I had made her cry. I realized in that moment that I really had been extremely paranoid – Abby was just doing her job. She was trying to make it appear that she had fallen in love with Louis, and like he said, she was a method actress. She needed the extra time with him and had to continue the act going in order to sell it in public. I felt absolutely terrible – I hated making girls cry. Why didn’t I just talk to Louis about it and have him bring it up with her? He knew her a lot better than I did and would’ve made it sound a bit gentler and less accusatory. The entire day had officially gone to hell. “Abby,” I caught up to her and grabbed her arm in the driveway. She turned to face me, still crying.

“What?” she asked, upset.

“I’m sorry,” I licked my lips. “I was paranoid, and jealous, and I took it out on you when it’s my issue. Please, come back inside and finish the movie.” Abby shook her head.

“No, Harry, I know you don’t like me, and I get it, I mean, he’s your boyfriend, not mine, but I just thought maybe if you got to know me I could change your mind and we really could be friends. I guess I was wrong.”

“Just give me another chance,” I pleaded. “I promise I can be nice. We’ll make this work.” Abby looked at me, considering.

“Fine,” she sighed. “But I do need to get home.”

“Okay,” I nodded, and then I opened my arms and looked at her with a puppy dog face. She hesitated, but then sighed and gave in, even smiling a little as she let me hug her. “I’m sorry,” I repeated.

“It’s okay,” she nodded. I walked her to her car and then said goodbye. She drove off, and I went back in the house, afraid of what I might find. Louis was still in the living room, and he stood up when I walked in. I pursed my lips.

“Are you mad?” I asked him.

“Not mad,” he replied. “I’m confused, I think. Did you guys work it out?” I nodded.

“I apologized, and she forgave me. We’re going to try and be friends.”

“Good,” Louis nodded.

“Lou, I’m sorry,” I said, and I flopped down on the couch.

“Where did that come from?” he asked me, but he sat down with me and took my hands in his.

“I was just so jealous, and so paranoid, and I’ve had a lot of time to think lately and I just got stuck inside my own head. I’m sorry.” I wanted to cry.

“Harry, it’s okay, I just wish you would’ve said something to me. I mean, how long did you think she was in love with me?”

“Since she came over for spaghetti that first night,” I admitted. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to fight.”

“Harry, we both need to stop avoiding telling each other things just because we’re afraid to fight. We still need to be open.”

“You’re right,” I said. “God, I feel terrible, Lou. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve made a girl cry like that.” Of course, our fans would cry when they saw us, but that was different – those were happy tears. Louis put his arm around me.

“It’s okay, Love,” he assured me. “It’s been a rough day.” Louis kissed me, and somehow that made everything better.

Notes

These kids!!