World Tour
Lunch
***Harry Styles***
Monday, August 13th, 2012 – North London, England
Monday morning rolled around and I was dreading having to go to the studio and see the guys. I didn’t know what to expect. Somehow, though, I didn’t let it bother me. Louis had told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Me. He could have anyone, and he wanted me. I was so overcome with love and emotion when he said that, and that feeling lasted a long time. Just when I thought I couldn’t love Louis more than I already did, he goes and says something like that. It made me grin like an idiot every time I thought about it. I didn’t have to worry about my future anymore, because I knew who I was spending it with, and that was all that mattered. Now if only we could get gay marriage legalized, then I could propose to him, officially.
Louis drove us to the recording studio, and we nervously walked inside. The other three were already there, talking with each other, but said nothing to Louis or I. That was pretty much how the whole session went – Liam, Niall, and Zayn talked to each other, and Louis and I talked to each other, but that was the extent of the communication. I half wanted one of the managers to come call us out on it again since that was what catapulted our make up last time, but since some of us were on speaking terms they didn’t seem to notice that anything was wrong.
When the horribly awkward and uncomfortable session was over, Louis and I walked out, separately from the guys. When we got down to the lobby, Abby was there waiting for Louis.
“They wanted me to be seen picking you up,” she whispered in his ear as he hugged her, then kissed her on the cheek. She saw me and gave me a hug as well, as the other three guys walked past and gave me questioning looks – they knew how I’d felt about Abby. I sighed, sick to my stomach. I hated not being able to talk to them and tell them what was going on in my life. Louis noticed my reaction and clapped me on the back.
“You want to join us for lunch?” Louis asked me. It sounded better than going home and being alone, so I agreed, and Abby, Louis, and I went to a café. I could only imagine what the tabloids would have to say about the three of us being seen in public, but I didn’t care. I had a new friend in Abby, and I actually noticed how sweet she was now that I wasn’t so busy disliking her. She was still her peppy self and talked to Louis a lot, but I knew that was just because she still wasn’t super comfortable with me yet, and really who could blame her? Louis excused himself at one point near the end of the meal to go to the restroom, and I smiled at Abby.
“Thanks for letting me tag along,” I told her.
“Look, Harry, here’s the thing,” she said. “I know Louis’s your boyfriend, but I’m determined to earn my paycheck.” What did that mean? “Once I get him to see how amazing I am, he’s going to leave you and never look back.” I blinked. What was going on here?
“Um,” I said, trying to make sense of this.
“See? You’re not even capable of holding a conversation. Harry, Louis will be mine by the end of this thing. And if you say a word about this to him – or anyone – I will deny it and start to cry, and we all know who Louis believes when I start to cry.” I dropped my jaw and my heart toppled down to my stomach. “Here he comes,” Abby said in a hushed voice. “You better act normal, Harry.” She turned on a fake smile as Louis sat down again, kissing her on the cheek for appearances. I had never felt so foolish in my entire life.
We paid the bill and then got up to leave. Abby wrapped both of her arms around one of Louis’s as we left the restaurant, and I followed behind, using every ounce of energy I had to not stick my foot out and trip her. How could she do this to Louis? What was I going to do about it? She was right, though – I couldn’t say anything to him because he would just think I was still being jealous. But what else was there – just sit back and let her hurt him?
“Baby, you want to come over and watch a movie?” Abby asked Louis. Baby? And what was so necessary about the two of them hanging out in private? I willed Louis to turn her down, but he didn’t.
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Harry, you want to come?”
“Um,” I said, pulling it together so I could act normal as Abby glared at me. “No, thanks, I’m pretty tired, I should just go home.”
“Are you okay?” Louis asked, concerned.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Just need a nap, I think.”
“Okay,” Louis nodded. “Well, here,” he handed me the keys to his car. “Abby, can you bring me home later?” She nodded, and I said goodbye and got in Louis’s car. I sat there for a minute, calming myself in order not to have a nervous breakdown, and then I angrily drove home.
I paced around the house for awhile, trying to ignore the urge to cut, and then I decided to actually take a nap and see if that helped. I laid awake for a long time, though, thinking, and came to a decision: I would fight for Louis. I didn’t care what it took. If I couldn’t tell him what Abby was up to, then I would just have to make sure and keep an eye on things. The only way I would let that girl win was if that was what Louis really, truly wanted. Even just the thought of that stung my insides so badly I had to bite down on my pillow, and then I cried myself to sleep.
Monday, August 13th, 2012 – North London, England
Monday morning rolled around and I was dreading having to go to the studio and see the guys. I didn’t know what to expect. Somehow, though, I didn’t let it bother me. Louis had told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Me. He could have anyone, and he wanted me. I was so overcome with love and emotion when he said that, and that feeling lasted a long time. Just when I thought I couldn’t love Louis more than I already did, he goes and says something like that. It made me grin like an idiot every time I thought about it. I didn’t have to worry about my future anymore, because I knew who I was spending it with, and that was all that mattered. Now if only we could get gay marriage legalized, then I could propose to him, officially.
Louis drove us to the recording studio, and we nervously walked inside. The other three were already there, talking with each other, but said nothing to Louis or I. That was pretty much how the whole session went – Liam, Niall, and Zayn talked to each other, and Louis and I talked to each other, but that was the extent of the communication. I half wanted one of the managers to come call us out on it again since that was what catapulted our make up last time, but since some of us were on speaking terms they didn’t seem to notice that anything was wrong.
When the horribly awkward and uncomfortable session was over, Louis and I walked out, separately from the guys. When we got down to the lobby, Abby was there waiting for Louis.
“They wanted me to be seen picking you up,” she whispered in his ear as he hugged her, then kissed her on the cheek. She saw me and gave me a hug as well, as the other three guys walked past and gave me questioning looks – they knew how I’d felt about Abby. I sighed, sick to my stomach. I hated not being able to talk to them and tell them what was going on in my life. Louis noticed my reaction and clapped me on the back.
“You want to join us for lunch?” Louis asked me. It sounded better than going home and being alone, so I agreed, and Abby, Louis, and I went to a café. I could only imagine what the tabloids would have to say about the three of us being seen in public, but I didn’t care. I had a new friend in Abby, and I actually noticed how sweet she was now that I wasn’t so busy disliking her. She was still her peppy self and talked to Louis a lot, but I knew that was just because she still wasn’t super comfortable with me yet, and really who could blame her? Louis excused himself at one point near the end of the meal to go to the restroom, and I smiled at Abby.
“Thanks for letting me tag along,” I told her.
“Look, Harry, here’s the thing,” she said. “I know Louis’s your boyfriend, but I’m determined to earn my paycheck.” What did that mean? “Once I get him to see how amazing I am, he’s going to leave you and never look back.” I blinked. What was going on here?
“Um,” I said, trying to make sense of this.
“See? You’re not even capable of holding a conversation. Harry, Louis will be mine by the end of this thing. And if you say a word about this to him – or anyone – I will deny it and start to cry, and we all know who Louis believes when I start to cry.” I dropped my jaw and my heart toppled down to my stomach. “Here he comes,” Abby said in a hushed voice. “You better act normal, Harry.” She turned on a fake smile as Louis sat down again, kissing her on the cheek for appearances. I had never felt so foolish in my entire life.
We paid the bill and then got up to leave. Abby wrapped both of her arms around one of Louis’s as we left the restaurant, and I followed behind, using every ounce of energy I had to not stick my foot out and trip her. How could she do this to Louis? What was I going to do about it? She was right, though – I couldn’t say anything to him because he would just think I was still being jealous. But what else was there – just sit back and let her hurt him?
“Baby, you want to come over and watch a movie?” Abby asked Louis. Baby? And what was so necessary about the two of them hanging out in private? I willed Louis to turn her down, but he didn’t.
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Harry, you want to come?”
“Um,” I said, pulling it together so I could act normal as Abby glared at me. “No, thanks, I’m pretty tired, I should just go home.”
“Are you okay?” Louis asked, concerned.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Just need a nap, I think.”
“Okay,” Louis nodded. “Well, here,” he handed me the keys to his car. “Abby, can you bring me home later?” She nodded, and I said goodbye and got in Louis’s car. I sat there for a minute, calming myself in order not to have a nervous breakdown, and then I angrily drove home.
I paced around the house for awhile, trying to ignore the urge to cut, and then I decided to actually take a nap and see if that helped. I laid awake for a long time, though, thinking, and came to a decision: I would fight for Louis. I didn’t care what it took. If I couldn’t tell him what Abby was up to, then I would just have to make sure and keep an eye on things. The only way I would let that girl win was if that was what Louis really, truly wanted. Even just the thought of that stung my insides so badly I had to bite down on my pillow, and then I cried myself to sleep.
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