The sky is painted with three different colors, all complimenting each other: blue, purple, and fuchsia. The sun is nothing but a shiny pink circle in the sky. The pond mirrors the sky almost completely, displaying the colors in a slightly darker shade. The land, trees, and birds look like silhouettes in the distance.

I step my foot into the pond, allowing it to sink to the bottom, and let the water reach the bottom of my short white dress. The water is the perfect temperature: not too hot, but not too cold. It’s so perfect that I decided to take a swim. I dove into the beautiful water and swam deep under the water. The cool part about swimming under this water is that I don’t have to hold my breath; I could just breathe. My dress slid off and sunk to the pond’s floor, but I wasn’t even slightly worried about it. I felt free.

I felt a sudden mass of water hit me as if something swiftly swam by me. I whipped my head around and scanned the water for the source. There was a silhouette of a merman before me. And yes, I said merman. The only color on him was his glowing green eyes. This creature looks like Harry, from the eyes to his curly hair. It’s incredible. The merman swam over and gripped my hands into his. He curiously scanned me as if he didn’t know what a human is.

A giggle escaped my lips when he accidently brushed his fingers across my side. His eyes widened in surprise by my reaction. Then, he tickled my side again, making me laugh harder. His eyes smiled as he grabbed my hands again before pulling me with him deeper into the water.

“Wow,” I gasped as we came across an underwater castle. The castle looks like a giant ice sculpture and it’s not even cold down here. He gently set me onto the sandy ground nearby the castle, but continued to hold my hands as he hovered next to me.

“Kiss me,” I grinned at the creature. His eyes looked confused. Does he not know what a kiss is? I cupped his dark face and pulled him closer to me. “Kiss me,” I whispered. Then, I crashed my lips into his. He seemed a little taken back at first, but he finally understood what to do and kissed me back. As the kiss deepened, I felt the water all around us drain.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed the creature was no longer a merman, it was Harry, and all of his color showed again. The castle that was near us turned to stone and sat on top of what’s left of the water. The sky changed from its original colors to a teal and the sun changed to a pale yellow. The silhouettes that sat in the distance now had color: green leaves on the trees, multicolored birds flew in the sky, and sandy dirt that laid on the land.

“Lexie,” Harry pulled away from the kiss with a worried expression. The weird part is it wasn’t his voice and he doesn’t call me ‘Lexie’.

---

“Lexie,” Ryann shook me awake. I opened my eyes to find Ryann towered over me with a worried expression.

“What?” I groaned. As strange as that dream was, I liked it and I want to go back to it.

Ryann sighed, “Did you and Harry get into a fight?”

“Hm? No,” my morning voice croaked.

“Did you turn him down when he asked you out?”

“No?” Ryann sat up straight and stared up at the ceiling. “What’s going on Ryann?”

She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a sitting position, “Maybe we should go back to the hotel.”

“Why?”

She sighed yet again. “Lexie, Harry’s upset with you.”

“What did I do?”

“I don’t know,” she stood up from the bed and rubbed her temples. “I was hoping you could tell me that. He’s been in the backyard drinking and drinking. Louis can’t get him to stop.”

I got up from the bed and looked out the glass door. Harry was indeed drinking. In fact, he was surrounded by four empty bottles as he began drinking the fifth.

“And he keeps rambling on about you and something about eyes,” Ryann continued. “Why’s he mad, Lexie?”

I shrugged and furrowed my brows, “I have no idea. Last night was nothing short of perfect.” I put my hand on the door handle, “I’m going to talk to him.”

Ryann nodded, “Okay, Louis and I are here if you need something.”

“Thanks,” I half smiled before walking out the door.

“Stupid,” Harry shook his head. “You’re stupid Harry.”

I sat down next to my drunk boyfriend. I wish I was calling him my boyfriend on better circumstances. “Why are you stupid?”

“Hey,” the smell of alcohol tainted his breath.

I placed my hands over the one of his that held the beer bottle, hoping to prevent him from taking another sip. “Harry, why are you stupid?”

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” his voice slurred. “You’re an angel really.”

“I’m far from perfect.”

“But you are perfect and I’m just…” he paused and stared hard at the ground. “I’m a screw up.”

I removed the beer bottle from his hand and placed it next to me. Then, I used both of my hands to get him to look at me. “Hey, you are not a screw up.”

“You haven’t even seen that side of me yet,” he rasped. “Taylor knows. She knows I’m an idiot.”

I furrowed my brows, “But that was then. Why are you so upset about it now?” I don’t even know what happened between the two of them, but it’s really none of my business. It appears whatever happened was Harry’s fault and I honestly don’t want to know what he did.

He played with his thumbs, “Because I know he and his stupid eyes are way better for you.”

“Who?”

He turned away from me and sighed, “I’m going to end up like my father: single and lonely.”

“Why?” He’s so confusing. I don’t understand what’s got him so upset. Why does he think so badly of himself? There’s so many unanswered questions.

“I’m scared,” he whispered before turning back to face me. He looks so sad and so helpless.

I stood up and gestured him to stand as well, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked as he barely stood to his feet.

I wrapped his arm around my neck and began walking him to his bedroom, “I’m not mad at you. I just wish you trusted yourself more.”

“I’m sorry.” We reached his bed to which I pushed him onto. I removed his shoes and made him scoot himself to a better position before I pulled the covers over him.

“Come see me when you’re sober,” I said as I grabbed my sweats from the floor and slid them on.

He rolled to his side and closed his eyes. “I’m already scaring you off,” I heard him whisper.

I walked over to him and whispered, “You’re doing no such thing.” Then, I kissed him on the cheek before grabbing my tank top and leaving the room.

“How’d it go?” Louis stood from the couch as I entered the living room. Ryann was sitting on the couch staring at the floor.

“He’s asleep now. Send him to my hotel room when he’s sober.”

Louis nodded, “Sure.”

“Come on Ryann,” I waved her over. “Let’s go.”

---

Ryann and I had caught a cab back to ‘The Orange’ and went to our separate hotel rooms. I wanted some time to myself to try to figure out the missing pieces to this puzzle.

Why does Harry think he’s so bad for me? The only answer I could come up with is he did something bad when he and Taylor were together. Maybe he’s afraid he’ll do it to me.

Who is the guy he was talking about? The only name that popped up in my head was Graham’s, but it couldn’t really be Graham. Could it?

One thing that struck me most about our conversation was when he mentioned his father as single and sad. He seemed afraid to be like his dad. I wonder what happened between Anne and his father. But yet again, it’s another thing that’s not my business. I am his girlfriend so he should be able to talk to me about it anytime, but I’d never ask.

After thinking for a while, I decided to edit and upload videos I made. The first one was the cupcake video that I cleverly titled, ‘Cupcake Wars’. Get it? Cause that’s a show? I added the clip of Harry taking off his shirt and me talking about his nipples, before I uploaded it to YouTube. The next video I edited was the ‘Ask Reed’ video. I’m sure 1D’s fans are anxiously waiting for that one. I made sure to add ‘featuring One Direction’ in the title to gain people’s interest. Although, I’m sure 1D being in the thumbnail picture with me and Ryann will be hint enough. The last video I edited was ‘Day 1-3 with One Direction’. I put a clip of Harry and me in my room the first night:

“This is my hotel room, Guys. Isn't it amazing?”

“It’s actually a suite,” Harry’s head popped into the background.

“Thanks for your help Harold,” I rolled my eyes. “Divas these days.” I ran to my bed and jumped into it. “This bed is comfier than the one I have at home. Is that sad?”

“In a way, yes,” Harry said before plopping next to me. He waved at the camera, “Hello again.”

Then it cuts over to:

Harry was suddenly laying diagonally over me. I smiled at the camera, “Alright Guys, we’re gonna go since I’m sleepy. I’ll be recording about half this trip, so look for more videos soon. Bye!”

I skipped the parts where we talked about being old and me kissing him. I’m not trying to display mine and Harry’s relationship for the world to see.

The next clip that I added I hadn’t even seen until now:

“We’re going to scare Lexiboo,” Niall giggled to the camera. “Harry left her a note saying he paid for room service. Instead of giving her food, we’re giving her Styles and Tomlinson on platters.” He pointed the camera towards the food cart. Harry and Louis already had their heads placed in the holes on the cart. They smile goofily and waved their hands through the tablecloth. Niall panned the camera towards Zayn and Liam whom disapprovingly shook their heads.

Niall faced the camera back towards him, “We’ve been sitting out here for a while waiting for Lexington to call room service. Once she does that, someone’s going to come up and push the cart into the room. This way they take as long as room service would.”

Those sneaky Bastards were outside my room the whole time and I didn’t even know. I wish I would’ve tried to go see Ryann or something and caught them in the act.

The clip switches:

"Breakfast is served," the employee lifted the lids.

"BAHHHHHH!!!"

"GRAHHHHH!!!" Harry and Louis yelled simultaneously.

I squealed and jumped in surprise of what just happened. I then flung myself to the floor, burying my face into my hands, and whimpered in horror. Niall’s hand appeared on the screen and waved at the employee who had helped out. The man, then, nodded and left the room.

"Aww Lex," Harry lightly chuckled as he came out from under the cart.

"Did you get it?" Louis asked Niall as he appeared before the camera.

"Everything," Niall answered Louis before turning the camera towards him and giving it a thumbs up. Then, he faced the camera back to me, who was now accompanied by Liam.

"I'm sorry they did that to you," Liam scratched his nails up and down my back. "They insisted."

Niall panned the camera over to Zayn who leaned in the doorway. Zayn only shook his head, yet again.

I, of course, skipped the part where I bit Harry. Why would I want to add that in there? Hey, I was the victim.

Another video I added I was only there for half of as well:

“So the lads had this brilliant idea,” Liam’s face appeared and he air quoted the word ‘brilliant’. “Haz thought it would be fun to ride the laundry cart that Nialler has been pushing around.”

Zayn came up from behind Liam, “And now, they thought it would be hilarious to laundry cart dive. That’s what Louis is going to do. Oh and Harry is going to still be in the cart,” he emphasized the word ‘still’.

“This won’t be pretty,” Liam shook his head, followed by Zayn.

Liam faced the camera towards the boys. Niall was all the way at the other end of the hallway, gripping the laundry cart that Harry was knelt in. Louis was closer to the camera with one foot behind him as if he were about to run.

“Go boys!” Ryann’s voice shouts, yet she’s not in the camera’s view.

Niall only started walking towards Louis. Harry looked at Niall in confusion before tilting his head back and laughing.

“RUN!” Louis shouted at them.

Niall finally ran the cart towards Louis as fast as he could and Louis dove in, landing on top of Harry. Harry groaned in pain and Louis chuckled.

"You guys are so strange," my voice is heard. Liam faced the camera towards me and Zayn walked into the shot.

"They're like this all the time," Zayn shook his head, yet again.

The video cut to me squealing in the laundry cart being pushed by Harry down the hallway. We’re dorks. The last thing I added to the video was a clip of us playing twister that I secretly filmed yesterday. I caught Liam and Louis playing when they were the only ones left:

“Well, this is awkward,” Louis stared straight at Liam’s crotch that hung in his face.

Niall chuckled, “You make it weirder by looking at it.” Ryann and I’s giggles are heard behind the camera.

“He likes it,” Liam joked.

“It’s true,” Louis nodded, obviously joking as well.

Ta da! My videos were finally all edited and being uploaded to my channel. Sadly, it’s only been about two hours, I’m sure Harry is still sleeping. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ryann was napping right now as well. I mean, if she was bored, she would’ve been in here. Maybe I should call Graham and see what the important thing is that he wanted to talk to me about.

I sighed as I removed my phone from the end table and began dialing Graham’s number. Here goes nothing.

“Hello?” Graham’s voice filled my ear.

“Hey, sorry I haven’t called you. What did you want to talk about?”

Graham didn’t speak for a good couple of seconds. That’s weird. “Uh, you did call me,” he finally managed to say.

“No I didn’t,” my words sounded more like a question.

He sighed, “You probably don’t remember since you were drunk.”

I face palmed, “I drunk dialed you?”

“X, I might’ve done something stupid.”

I growled, “What did you do?”

“I called you last night, but you weren’t the one who answered. Harry was.”

Shit, this suddenly is starting to make sense. Harry was talking about Graham. What the hell was he doing with my phone anyways? “What did you say to him?”

I could hear Graham scratching…his head? Well, that’s my guess. “You told me you liked me.”

“I DID WHAT?” my voice echoed in the room. I’m so stupid.

“And I might’ve told Harry what you said.”

“WHAT?” I squealed. Why would he do that? Does he want to sabotage my relationship?

He sighed, “I’m sorry, X.”

I began pacing in the room. “G, I was drunk. I didn’t mean what I said,” I lied. “So you basically rubbed nothing into Harry’s face.”

“I didn’t rub anything in his face,” he became defensive. “He was chewing me out and I just snapped. I’m sorry.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, “We’ll talk about this some other time, Graham. I have to go undo what you did.”

“I’m sorry Lexin-“ I hung up before he could finish.

This is ridiculous. I’m angry at both boys, really. Harry shouldn’t have even answered the phone to begin with, and he certainly should not have barked at Graham for whatever reason. I like Graham, probably more than I’m willing to admit, but I want Harry. Graham should not have snapped at Harry. Couldn’t he just be mature, take it, and tell me about it later? And why did he have to tell Harry what I said? They are certainly frustrating. Now, I have to wait my boyfriend to come so I can yell at him.

---

I had finally finished posting all the videos to YouTube, so I was bored. I had gone over to Ryann’s room but she didn’t answer. She’s either sleeping or one of the boys kidnapped her, I wouldn’t be surprised with either. The boys really like Ryann, probably because she acts like one of them. Anyways, after giving up on Ryann, I had gone downstairs and asked for cereal since Harry emptied out my kitchen. So here I am, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal, trying to find something to watch on cable.

KNOCK KNOCK! Someone knocked at my hotel door. I stood up from the couch and set my cereal on the coffee table before walking over to the door. I took a deep breath before opening the door for the curly-haired boy. He gave me a big grin, but once he saw my frown, his dimples disappeared.

“Can we talk about what happened?” he asked. I nodded and moved out of his way so he could walk in, before closing the door. “Lex I-“ he was interrupted by me shushing him.

I gestured him to sit on the couch, “Maybe I should do the talking.” He nodded and sat down. “Harry, I know what happened. Graham called and you decided to have a conversation with him,” I said in a calm manner.

“I was just going to turn your volume off,” he mumbled.

“But you didn’t. What did you say to him that got him so mad?”

“Lex-“

I snapped, “You stole my phone so I think I have a right to know! Now, what did you say?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, “I told him you were fine and asked if that's all he wanted. Guess he doesn’t like that I was cranky from being woken up.”

“Why do I feel like there’s more to it than that?” I sighed. He just furrowed his brows. “Harry…” I paused and knelt onto my knees, placing myself in between his legs. “I know you’re scared.”

He shook his head, “I’m not.”

I cupped his face, “But you are. You’re scared you are going to mess up. You’re scared I might leave you. And let me guess, you’re afraid I like Graham.”

“You do,” he removed my hands from his face. “He says you like his eyes, and guess what his name is on your phone.”

Well, now I know why he mentioned ‘his stupid eyes’ earlier. I sighed and sat myself in Harry’s lap, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m only going to tell you this once, so you better listen. You are the one I want. Only you. I’ve had this undeniable crush on you since I saw you on stage at one of your first concerts. I always felt like it was a possibility that you and I could date. Boy was that a silly dream,” I giggled. He chuckled and wrapped his arms loosely around my waist. “But look, it happened. And there’s no one I’d rather be with. You’re stuck with me no matter what.”

He kissed my cheek, “Okay, I believe you. I’m glad you’re all mine.”

“Me too, just don't steal my phone again,” I said before leaving a kiss on his nose. All of this ridiculousness made me realize something: Harry seems to know a lot about me. He knows about Tommy, Graham, my fantasies, my boring life and that I can sing. I still have yet to find out things about him and I know just where to start. “Take off your shirt.”

“What?” he chuckled.

I tugged at his shirt, “Just do it.” He did I said and removed it. I ran my fingers along his left arm, examining his tattoos. I lifted his arm and pointed to the star that’s located above his armpit, “What’s that mean?”

He smiled, “It represents One Direction. Each point on the star is us.”

“Interesting. What about this one?” I pointed to a faded tattoo that read, ‘Won’t Stop ‘till We Surrender’.

“It means the band won’t end until we all give up.”

“Why is it fading? I thought tattoos are supposed to be permanent.”

He rubbed my thigh with his free hand, “They are, but this one was done terribly.”

“Hi,” I pointed to his tattoo that says, ‘HI’.

He chuckled, “Hi.”

I pointed to the hanger tattoo that laid above the, ‘HI’ tattoo. “What’s with that?” I laughed.

“If there’s no clothes on it, there’s no clothes on me. I like to be naked,” he smirked.

I giggled before turning his arm over and observed his wrist. “I can’t change,” I read the tattoo.

“I won’t let fame change me,” he explained the meaning. “I’m still the boy from Holmes Chapel.”

I pointed to the ‘A’ and ‘G’ that were tattooed on separate shoulders, “Are those for your mom and sister?”

“Anne and Gemma, yes,” he grinned.

“But what about your dad?” Did I really just ask that? I told myself I wouldn’t ask about him. I wanted him to just voluntarily tell me. Stupid Lexington.

He kissed my head, “Tomorrow the boys and I have to go rehearse, so Taylor is going to come by and take you out.” He totally avoided my question. Now it’s going to bother me. This time I’m not going to push it though, he can tell me when he’s ready.

“What about Ryann?”

“She can go with us if she’d like,” he suggested. “I think its best that she doesn’t go with you. We're trying to get the word out about you, not her."

I nodded, “Okay.” No more questioning him tonight. I’m probably bugging him anyways.

Harry and I sat on the couch watching cable for a couple of hours. We also may have had a tiny cereal fight. No big deal. Eventually, we were spooning on the couch and I drifted to sleep in my boyfriend’s arms. Harry Styles is my boyfriend! Ahh!

---

I woke up in my bed and with no Harry. I guess he had to go rehearse already, which means Taylor could be here any minute. I got out of bed and picked out an outfit to wear. I decided to take a shower before getting ready, I just have to hope Taylor won’t show up for a little while.

Is it just me or does it seem like the shower is a thinking box? Here I am, trying to clean myself and all these thoughts about Harry are running through my head. I’ve never met a boy with so many insecurities. In fact, I think I’m the one who should be insecure in this relationship. Here I have this attractive, famous, and amazing boyfriend and well, I’m just a girl with a YouTube channel. If I didn’t even meet Harry, I’d still be the same old boring Lexington that sits on the couch watching Netflix.

Surprisingly, I trust Harry with all my heart. It’s scary, putting all my trust into one person I’ve only met months ago. There’s just something about him that makes him so interesting to me. I may know nothing about him other than the meaning of a few of his tattoos, but I have a feeling Harry will be around for a long time.

I got dressed after drying off from my shower. Today’s outfit consists of: a plain white long-sleeved t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and light brown boots. To add to that, I wore the maroon leather jacket Niall and Louis got me and a pink scarf that leaned more on the peach side (the coloring I mean). I had to look presentable since I was possibly going to be surrounded by cameras today. I didn’t wear the gloves Liam got me for two reasons: it’s not too cold outside and it would look like I have a lot going on with my outfit.

Taylor arrived while I was curling my hair and decided to help me out. I told her about everything that happened last night, mostly because I needed someone to vent to. She twisted a piece of my hair onto the hair wand, “He mentioned me?”

“Yeah, he said you know he’s an idiot.” Okay, so I only told her half of what he said about her. He said she knows he's a screw up, but I don't want to know what happened; it'll only worry me.

“He’s not an idiot,” she sighed. “He’s just not sure how to keep a relationship.”

I scratched my nose, “Huh?”

“That’s where you come in,” she released my now curled piece of hair. “You’re different, different than me even. You actually deal with his shit,” she giggled as she curled the last piece of straight hair on my head. “He likes that, I can tell. He’s just never exactly had competition. This Graham guy is competition, whether you like him or not.”

I sighed, “I guess you’re right.”

“I totally am,” she smirked and released my hair. “Okay, you’re done. I have to pee and then we can go.”

“Alright,” I grinned and left the bathroom, leaving her in peace.

Bang bang! Someone pounded on my door. Geez, can they be any louder? I walked over to the door and opened it to find some brunette chick standing in my doorway. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, showing off all her flawless facial features. She was wearing what looked like a sequin covered sports bra with white pants and black heels. Why is she wearing that? It’s cold outside! Not only did her outfit bother me, but it was her posture. The way she balanced her weight onto one leg and held her hands to her hips like she owned the place, it just bothered me.

I raised my brows, “Who are you?”

“Kendall Jenner, Harry Styles’ girlfriend,” she said cockily. And the surprises just keep on coming. What have I gotten myself into?

Notes

So you got to read behind the scenes footage. I just thought it would be a neat thing to add.

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