Spencer POV


Harry had called yesterday and asked if we could go dinner which I couldn't have been more excited about. It was about time. As I got ready Kasi and Ana sat in my bedroom with me.

"So it's a fancy restaurant then?" Ana asked.

"Yeah like 5 star, I could care less if it was fuckin McDonald's. It's taken him long enough to take me anywhere public."

"Maybe he's finally gonna tell you about his life!"

"I don't give a damn what he says as long as he pays!" The girls busted out laughing.

We have this inside joke about guys paying for the tab because we all can afford it ourselves. We all come from wealthy families and technically don't have to work a day for us to survive. We do it just to feel normal. It's how we're able to afford to stay in the upper east side. Really our children's children don't have to work ever but were just normal people and no one ever can tell we're spoiled rich kids. We prefer to be down to earth people.

That's why I'm not concerned with Harry's status of fame and wealth. I can fend for myself and him even. Him being famous does scare the shit out of me though. I don't want fan girls and the world to know everything there is to know about me.

"You look gorgeous!" Kasi brought me out of my thoughts as I put in my last earring.

"Thanks, I hope it works for the place." I shrugged not really caring.

"You're gonna be late! You better hope the trains are running smoothly." Ana added, always the mothering type.

"I'm going I'm going. He'll wait for me no matter what." I winked.

"He is pretty whipped already and he's not even your boyfriend!"

"He's pretty great."





I arrived at the restaurant and made my way towards to hostess desk.
“Reservation for McMichael.” I told her.

“Let me see here… Ah yes of course! Right this way Miss McMichael.” She started with a smile. “Just so you know, the other half of your party is already here.” She winked at me. What the hell? Oh right, Harry was my party. Of course she knew who he was. I don’t get why he didn’t just pick me up and come together but whatever, we’re in public. “Here you are, enjoy!”

Harry stood up coming over to kiss me, “You’re so gorgeous.” He said as he pulled the chair out for me.

“Such the gentleman.” I rolled my eyes. A few tables were looking our way, the ones with younger people seated at them. I wanted to scream and shout, tell them he’s just human and I’m just his sexy lady friend, but I refrained.

We talked throughout our entire dinner only pausing when the waiter came to check on us a few times. He had me constantly smiling and couldn’t help to feel like the luckiest girl in the world, then I remembered something, he still hadn’t told me who he was. Sighing loudly, I accidently peeked his attention.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked concerned.

“Nothing Harry, I’m fine. Couldn’t be better.” I took a sip of my water.

“I know you better than that Spencer, we’ve been together for a bit now, you can’t lie.”

“We’ve been together? We aren’t together Harry and at this rate I don’t think we ever will be.”

“Spencer. It’s complicated.”

“What could be so complicated about making me your girlfriend? Not just keeping me around as some girl you hang out with occasionally when you need a ‘shag’?” I said in my best British accent, mocking him.

“Seriously? A shag?” he said raising his voice slightly.

I hadn’t realized what had come out of my mouth until now. I knew I was more than that to Harry, but some days I just didn’t feel like I was good enough. I wanted to be his and his alone and he just wasn’t giving me the same feeling back.

“Harry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” I lowered my head. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Of course you didn’t. I’m sorry I’m over here trying to give you the world and more and you think I’m just shagging you.” he rolled his eyes.

“Giving me the world? Are you fucking kidding me? This is the first time you’ve taken me out since we’ve met!”

“I took you to Central Park for your birthday!”

“And hid me in the trees all night!”

“Well fuck me for trying to protect you!”

“Protect me? From what?! The gremlins who feed off of girls from the Upper East Side?”

“From the fucking paparazzi Spencer! Damnit!”

“Oh my bad causes that makes it…wait, what?” I asked, was he finally about to tell me?

“Spencer, I’ve been lying to you.”

“About what?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not the person you think I am.”

“Continue…”

“I’m Harry Styles.”

“Did you bring me to dinner to tell me you’re Harry Styles? Oh really cause I didn’t know that.”

“No Spencer, just shut up for once and let me finish.”

Oh, the boy means business. He’s about to tell me something I’ve been waiting to hear for a month now and I won’t even let him talk without getting my smart ass comments in. I nodded, he continued to talk.

“I want to you to be my girlfriend so bad, I wanted to ask you the night we kissed for the first time. But we barely knew each other. Being my girlfriend comes with a catch. We can’t just go out and be normal. And now I feel like I know almost everything about you, but you honestly don’t even know me.”

“Harry, you aren’t making any sense.” He was actually making total sense to me but I wanted to think I didn’t know who he was. I needed him to say the words.

“I’m famous Spencer. I’m in the boy band One Direction. The guys, they’re my band mates not just my best friends. We’re here promoting in the US, not just living here for the hell of it. When we go out on guy days, we’re doing interviews and meeting with management. That’s why I haven’t taken you out or made you my girlfriend. Dating me comes with so much responsibility; you always have to be aware of everything. It’s a trying process. I know I should have been honest with you from the start but I’m so tired of girls just using me for my fame and money. I wanted to find someone who could fall for me, normal Harry Styles from England me.”

“WHAT?” I was fuming. I know I should have been calm because I already knew all this, but for some reason hearing him admit it made me furious. “You lying son of a bitch! I don’t even know who you are! How do I know if everything else is true? Your feelings? Lying about those too?”

I stood up, Harry spoke quickly. “Spencer, stop! I honestly like you. That’s the truth.”

“Prove it.” I turned and made my way to entrance of the eatery.

“Shit, no no no, stop!” I could Harry fumbling with something, most likely his wallet for money so he could chase me. I reached the front doors just as Harrys hand grazed my arm. Our eyes met for a brief second, his pleading for me not to leave. I shook his hand off of me and opened the door. What happened next though was a complete and total blur.

Flashes and cameras were being shoved in my face, people were yelling and young girls were screaming Harry’s name.

I felt a protected hand intertwine through mine. He squeezed my hand and suddenly I realized that I wasn’t mad at him for lying. This entire time I thought he was being stupid about his fame, but I finally understood why he didn’t take me out. I was terrified.

“Harry, who’s this?” “Harry is this your girlfriend?” “What happened to you and Selena?” I’d remember that one for later. “Harry are you enjoying your stay in America?”

“Miss are you Harrys girlfriend?”
“Are you using him for fame?” “Moving on fast Harry?”

He pushed us through the crowds of paparazzi never letting go of my hand. I felt another hand on my back and jumped, thinking someone strange was trying to touch me. I snapped my head around to find Liam suddenly behind me, explaining the eruption of even more commotion.

“Liam! Is this your girlfriend?!” “Are you guys sharing her?” “Liam how are you and Rachel?” “Liam look here!”

What the hell is he doing here? He leaned down whispering into my ear. “Follow me, we have a car.”

I tugged on Harrys hand and we turned to walk across the street where a black SUV was waiting. We pushed through everyone, making our way into its doors. Liam slid in first, then me followed by Harry. I scooted over to the middle, sighing a huge sigh of relief once Harry closed the doors. I looked behind me to see Niall and Louis.

“Where’s Zayn?” Harry asked bringing me out of my of my shock.

“Ello.” Zayns head spun around from the front seat.

“Why are you all here?” I snapped, still mad.

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Harry chimed in, no you shut up asshole, wait they’re all assholes for not telling me, I’m mad at all of them.

“No you shut up. I’m talking.” I glared at him, daring to say something else.

“So I take it ya told her?” Niall said.

“I wasn’t talking to you blondie!” I whipped around, pointing my finger at him.

“Well we were sort of um, ya know following you guys, we wanting to see how she reacted first hand.” Louis answered.

“TAKE ME HOME NOW. I WANT TO GO HOME.” I said leaning into the front seat. “Who are you?" I asked the driver who I didn’t know.

“I’m Jack, I’m the boys’ manager.”

“Well Jack the boys’ MANAGER,” I emphasized, “Take me home, HARRY,” I emphasized again, “Will give you the directions.”

We drove in silence, very deafening silence. The only sound was Harry telling Jack what turns to take. Once we got to my building I turned to Harry.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Ready? You’re not coming. I’m going in alone.” I stated.

“We have to talk about this Spencer.” He sighed.

“And we will, just not tonight. I’m going to go up to my apartment, draw myself a nice bubble bath, drink a whole bottle of wine, curl up with the warmest fuzzy blanket I own, and sleep alone. If you’re lucky, I might call you tomorrow morning.”

“We have a PR meeting at 9, don’t call then.” Louis said. I glared at him as Niall slapped the back of his head. “Yeah, you’re right not the best thing to say.”

I crawled over Harry to get out of the car. “Spencer, come on, wait.”

“Bye.” I slammed the door in his face, entering my building very pissed off.

I had a lot to think about tonight, I knew who he was now for almost a month but I never thought I would be so upset when he finally told me. After having the run in with the paps tonight, I knew why he was keeping me a secret. But he still could have told me. I would have then understood why we never went out. I would have been okay with our situation, because I love Harry and would do anything to be with him.
Wait, love?

Notes

SOOOOOO that probably could have went way better! Why do you think Spencer acted the way she did? Will she forgive Harry, even though she already knew?

Way to go Liam saving them.

Let me know what you think

Enjoy!