Harry’s POV

The next morning I expected to wake up alone.

To have to beg Page to forgive me and spend all my morning crying as the memories of yesterday flooded back to me.

But that wasn't the case.

My arms were still wrapped around Page and she was still sleeping peacefully, but now she had my shirt fisted in her hands as a way of making sure I was still here.

Like she thought that if she didn't hold on then I would leave her, but I can grantee that would never ever happen.

“You’re so beautiful.” I whispered as I gently pulled Page’s hair behind her ear.

She hummed in her sleep and a small smile spread across her face before she snuggled further into me.

I loved her so much and to know that she loved me enough to not walk out when she had the chance is the best feeling in the world.

I can’t even explain how much she means to me.

Every little thing about Page makes me regret wasting time on any other girl.

Sometimes I like to imagine what life would be like if Niall never lost contact with her, I would've met her years ago and we fell in love instantly, we could be engaged by now or expecting a child.

I would give anything in the world for that to be true, to have loved Page for longer than what we have had.

To have loved each other perfectly and there would be no crazy ex-girlfriends trying to destroy us.

My thoughts and dreams began to drift away from me as I opened my eyes looking around for my blaring phone that was bound to wake up Page if I didn't answer it.

I carefully placed Page on the soft mattress and ran over to the dresser at the front of the hotel room that my phone was sitting on top of, by the time I reached it my ringtone had stopped and the screen lit up to show me I had one text message from management.

Oh crap.

From Management:
Fix this Harry! Or we will fix it for you.

I swallowed the lump in my throat which was very difficult as my throat had suddenly gone dry when the realization of what they meant hit me.

If I didn't find a way to fix this then they would get rid of the problem themselves.

Which meant getting rid of Page.

And that was in no way an option. Ever.

I sighed and turned to look at Page again, I made an in the heat of the moment decision and quickly changed as fast as I could without making any noise.

I leaned over the bed and kissed her on the forehead before walking out of our hotel room.

It’s time to fix this.

*1 hour later*

I took one last deep breath as I sat across from the radio show host who had agreed to hold an interview with me so I could clear things up.

“When we come back, Harry Styles himself will be in studio but he’s here alone, are the stories true? We hear it straight from Harry on Radio live!”

The radio host used his perky voice before flipping a switch that turned on a selection of songs so we could talk for a few minutes.

“I hope you’re ready to clear things up kid.” He stated in a dull un-interested voice and I simply nodded.

My phone buzzed from inside my pocket making me fish it out and see a text from Page.

From Page <3:
What the hell are you doing Harry?! Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? Or fired?

I guess she’s listening to the radio.

Despite how nervous I was, a small smile found its way to my lips as I realized how worried she was even when I've majorly screwed things up between us right now.

To Page <3:
Don’t worry baby. I'm doing this for us and for you, can’t have anyone trying to take you away from me xx

“Ten seconds.” The host mumbled before replacing his dullness with his overly perky attitude again.

“And we’re back and joining us now is the Harry Styles from the world famous boy band One Direction!”

He nodded to me signalling that I was to say something, I cleared my throat and leaned slightly closer to my microphone.

“Hey everyone.”

“Now let’s get straight to the point Harry, everyone around the world wants to know right now, has your girlfriend Page Philips ever been paid or is she being paid to date you?”

I sighed and looked straight at the man and did my best to clear my throat quietly.

Don’t sound nervous, people can practically smell when someone is nervous.

This could totally come back to bite me in the ass but this is what I chose to do and there’s no backing out now.

“No she’s not, we love each other, management introduced us but our relationship is completely our own.”

So I lied to the whole world.

But if that’s what it takes to keep Page by my side then so be it.

Notes

Here you go lovely people! xx

Have a wonderful day or night or whatever time it is for you <3

- Kass