It had been two full days since I had come back a day early from England. Because I was supposed to actually return yesterday, today was my first day back to work after my mini vacation. As expected, Harry hadn’t stopped calling me. I talked to the girls and let them know I was okay, just letting everything settle in.

I was worried about our relationship. I didn’t know what would happen when I finally answered Harry. I just wasn’t ready to face him yet. He was so scary and heated. I had never seen him in such a rage. I thought I was doing the right thing by telling him. I never expected him to be this angry. I knew he would be mad but never mad enough to call me terrible names.

Ella had told me he had called and she let him know I was back in New York. I figured that’s why his calls had increased, as if it was a perfect schedule he would call every fifteen minutes. I know I was probably being stupid for not answering but I honestly wasn’t ready to deal with him. He would apologize and expect everything to go back to the way it was before. I couldn’t do that. Everything was going to change.

The band was leaving for Australia today. It was the last leg of the tour. After this month Harry would be completely free to what he wanted. I was excited and worried about that all at the same time. I wouldn’t see him for a month, the remaining length of the shows. Somehow, I was okay with that. I felt although we had gone crazy before without seeing each other, this time it would be good for us.

I was going to miss him, and once I grew a set to face him it would only get worse. I wasn’t trying to drag out his misery but maybe it’d be good for him to know what I was feeling. I was miserable. My boyfriend thinks I’m a slut. How are you supposed to be happy with that? Nothing would be the same. I sighed thinking about it.

I pushed myself out of bed heading towards the shower. I popped a Xanax before getting in. Ella was right, these pills worked wonders. I wasn’t looking forward to the day. I loved my job and all my new coworkers; it was just that some of them were more excited about my relationship with Harry than I was some days. I knew since it was my first day back today, they’d want to know all about apartment shopping and our first week moving in together. I didn’t want to deal with that either. I would probably just be completely honest, except leave out the fact that we aren’t speaking. They didn’t need to know that.

Reluctantly, I left Harry and my apartment, taking the short walk towards work. As my heels clicked down the street I almost felt as if someone was following me. I was probably just being paranoid. I rounded the corner to the last block of my walk when I saw the huge crowd outside of my building.

I wonder who was getting fitted today, or maybe just visiting. It was an unusual site to have a group of paparazzi outside the building. We did most of our work for celebrities, it made sense. I began to push past the cameras when the last thing I ever expected happened.

“Spencer! Did you and Harry break up?” “Would you like to comment on leaving London a day early?”

I really needed to stop posting things on twitter. I forgot I was in the public eye now. They continued to shout.

“Can you justify why Harry was out until the wee hours of the morning, being carried out of the pub?” he what? “Spencer! Is it true you’ve been cheating on Harry?” okay, seriously. What? “You were seen leaving a club with Niall! Anything you’d like to say?”
I knew I should have ignored all of these people and went inside to work but I couldn’t. I had heard some things shouted that were insane. I now knew why Ella got so fired up over paparazzi.

“Do you people have nothing better to do then stalk celebrities and make up shit about their lives?” I snapped, pushing the door open. I groaned out loud at the stupidity of the famous world. Just because someone fights, doesn’t mean they’ve broken up. Just because someone leaves a place with another guy, doesn’t mean they’re cheating. Just because I left London a day early, doesn’t mean I’m the reason Harry went out partying. Although, they’re probably onto something with that one.

“Rough day already and it’s only 8 am, Miss McMichael?” the buildings front desk operator, John, asked.

“You have no idea.” I tried to laugh it off.

“I suppose that’s one of the downfalls of falling in love with the rich and famous.” He winked.

“If it’s the worst one, I think I’ll be okay.” I smiled before entering the elevator.

After the short ride to the 32nd floor, I headed towards my office. Yes, I got my own office with my new job. I had never expected to be so important so early on in this job. Igor really wasn’t joking when he said the lady I was replacing was top notch. I worked with so many clients and styles it was unreal. I felt so powerful. I had made a lot of close acquaintances since starting a couple weeks ago. I fit right in with most of the employees here. From gossip around the office, I heard that my job was pretty high on the totem pole. A lot of the people who had been here for quite some time we’re answering to me. I wasn’t about to let it go to my head though. My mom always told me, unhappy employees makes for an unhappy work place. She would know best.

I put a smile on my face as walked down the hall. A few people greeted me as usual. At least even with all the craziness outside, it didn’t make a difference in here. I sat down looking at a few new designs that were left on my desk while I was gone.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WOMAN?” Josh, my very flamboyant co-worker burst into my office.

“What do you mean?” I looked at him confused.

“Girl, these paps have been asking everyone about you! What the shit is going on?!” he plopped down across from me.

“They’re probably just being stupid because they found out where I work.”

“Hunnie, they said Harry has been binge drinking since you left a day early.”

“What?”

“Google Harry Styles girlfriend. You find so much good shit.” he laughed. “You looked hella fine at that premiere the other night. Damn girl.”

“Thanks.” I laughed. “How did you see me already!”

“Babe, those pictures were online before you left the show! Are you nuts?”

I shrugged. “I guess, it’s still a little weird to me.”

“You post enough pictures of you and Harold on instagram too.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes but that’s private.”

“You’re twitter isn’t.” he winked. Shit, I never thought of that before. “It doesn’t matter though, tell me what’s going on now!”

“Nothing! I really don’t know what’s got those idiots in a bunch down there.”

“You’re lying and I know it.” He gave me the ‘talk now’ look. “What happened?”

I hated getting into my relationship with anyone here because I wasn’t sure who I could trust or not yet. I sighed looking at Josh.

“We got into a fight.”

“So? Couples fight, right? Me and Neil fight all the time over stupid shit.” He shrugged.

“Josh, this was a huge fight. I shoved him, he pushed back. He screamed, I cried. It was ugly.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, well not physically.” I tried not to cry just thinking about it. I had cried enough in the last couple of days to last a lifetime.

“Baby, don’t be sad. You have a sexy man who loves you like crazy. Just talk to him. I’m sure he was just upset. Can I ask what it was about?”

“I went outside to get some fresh air with Niall and he took it the wrong way. He thought we went off to hook up or something. He was really drunk, not that it’s an excuse.”

“Did you do anything with Niall?” he raised an eyebrow. I laughed to myself, not this time.

“No, I didn’t. We just talked then went back in. I left with Harry so I don’t know why he got so mad.” I knew exactly why but I wasn’t about to say it and have someone who’s not supposed to hear run off and tell the world I slept with Niall Horan.

“Guys are jealous beings, hunnie. Trust me, I would know.” He smiled.

“I guess. I haven’t talked to him since I left that night.” I leaned back in my chair. “I’ve ignored every call and message he’s left. I can’t talk to him. I wanted to call him last night but I literally could not bring myself to press send. I don’t know why.”

“It’s because you love him too much and you’re freshly wounded and don’t want something like it to happen again. Wait until you’re ready babes, you’ll know. Besides, I can tell you’re still madly in love with him, nothing’s changed there.”

I laughed tossing an eraser at him playfully. “Shut up.”

“What? It’s cute! You’ve been bitten by the love bug!”

“I can’t even handle you right now.” I laughed out loud.

“So when do I get the invitation?”

“For what?” I furrowed my brow.

“Your wedding! Duh!”

“I’m not getting married to Harry, not for a long ass time.”

“But I will be invited right?”

“Of course, loser!”

“Good, I can’t wait to hit on that stud of a Liam Payne.”

“He’s not that cute.” I stuck out my tongue. “Anyways he’s been with his girlfriend forever now.”

“Fine, I’ll take whatever one is single at the time.” he smirked.

“You’re terrible! I’ll remember to never leave you in a room alone with Harry.”

“Spencer, if I had a boyfriend nearly half as sexy as yours I’d never leave him alone, ever. I wouldn’t be able to keep my paws off of him. Damn girl.”

“Little bit jealous?” I teased.

“A little? Full blown jealousy here!” he laughed standing up. “Now I’ll leave you alone and get security to make those fuckers outside leave. Need anything?”

“I’m good for now. Thanks! I missed you!”

“Girl, you haven’t seen the half of me yet today.”



By the time the end of the day rolled around I was way beyond stressed out. A few other coworkers had asked how my trip to London was and if harry and I found a place or not. I put on a smile and answered everyone’s questions. I thought my face was going to break from the fake smile that had been plastered on it all day.

One hour. That’s all I had left of today. Tomorrow would be way easier because the initial wow of my trip was over. I couldn’t wait. I was finishing up some paper work on a new client when the intercom on my phone rang.

“Hey Jess.” I said, knowing it would be the receptionist.

“Hey Spencer, there’s a guy on line 2 for you. He said he wants to talk about making an appointment to come in and have a tux fitted.”

“Why don’t you send him through to Tina? She does most of the appointments for fittings.”

“He asked for you specifically. I’m not sure, he said he’s seen your work and wants to talk directly to you.”

“Alright, send him through I guess then.” I sighed, not wanting to deal with anyone right now. This guy better be worth my time. The phone rang signaling he was on the line.

“Spencer McMichael speaking.”

“Hi.” My heart froze. I would know that voice anywhere at any time.

“What?” I snapped.

“Please talk to me.” He sounded like he was crying. “I need you to talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say Harry.” I rolled my eyes.

“Then listen, because I have plenty.”

“I really don’t have time right now. I have stuff to do. I’m at work for god sakes.”

“Well I can’t get ahold of you any other way! You ignore my calls, the guys calls, even the girls say you’ve been answering less. Just hear me out.” he begged.

“Five minutes.”

“I’m sorry. For everything. I should have let you finish talking and I shouldn’t have jumped to my own conclusion. I’m the moron. I love you so much I just get worried you’re going to leave me for someone else. Someone better. It kills me to know that at any point in this relationship you can walk, I’m not keeping you here.”

I had to cut him off, he was being outrageous.

“Harry, you’re keeping me in this relationship. Nothing else makes me stay but you. I wouldn’t stay with you if I didn’t want to be with you.”

“I know but I feel like I’m not good enough.” He sighed. “Spencer, forgive me. I’m sorry. I can’t stand this. You’re my girl and I need you.”

“Harry, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let any of this get this far.”

“Don’t be sorry. What happened in the past can’t be changed and I need to realize that. We’ve moved past it together so it’s time I stop always thinking the worst. You love me, I love you. That’s all that matters to me.”

“I do love you. That’s why this hurts so much.”

“I know. I can’t believe I said the things I did.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. I’ll get over it eventually.”

“Will you answer when I call now?” he sounded so sad.

“Will you stop binge drinking?”

“You know I don’t deal with things very well.”

“Do you know how shocked I was when the paparazzi showed up in front of work today to ask me why you got carried out of a bar?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please just be careful in Australia.”

“I’ll be home in a month.”

“To London?”

“No Spencer, when I’m not working and you are, New York is our home.”

He pulled at my heart. I was ready to cry. “Harry, I love you.”

“Let’s not fight anymore, I can’t do this.”

“Never again, I promise.”

“I’ll call you later, maybe we can skype. I love you so much Spencer, don’t ever forget that.”

“I know Harry. I love you.”

“Bye love.”

He hung up. I instantly forgot all the reasons I was mad and didn’t call. I thought we would fight more, yell and scream. I wish I was there to see him and know he was okay. I rubbed my temples, sighing. I don’t think that I had ever been this stressed before. I pulled a bag out of my purse and fished out what I really needed. I took a long sip of my water and swallowed the pill that had been my relief lately. They calmed me down just like Ella said they would.

Figuring I wouldn’t be able to concentrate for the half hour left of work, I gathered my belongings and headed for the door. With a smile on my face knowing everything was going to be okay with Harry and I, I left. Why was I even worried in the first place? When two people love each other, nothing will come between them. Everything would always work itself out.

Notes

sorry this isn't the greatest. more goodies to come i promise!!

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