"What in the hell were you thinking? Stealing confidential information from a hospital?! You do realize there are tons of younger girls looking up to you. But that's not all. You have a huge fanbase, Leah. You need to get your shit together. If Harry Styles is causing you to bring a bad name for yourself, you need to stop seeing him."

It was Monday and I was in the studio, getting bitched at. Spencer had seen the magazine and I was in hot water.

"Spencer, it was my idea. There is no way in hell you're making me stop seeing Harry!" I stood up from my chair. "And besides, it's not like it's a felony. Let's get to work on this new album, shall we?"

I scoffed, which was rude, but Spencer was being too weird. He was usually a fun-loving guy who understood what it was like to have so much pressure, but here lately he was being a real pain in the ass. I headed for the door and down the hallway to the recording room.

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"Hey baby!" I squealed through the phone. I had a quick break from recording and I missed Harry so much it was unbearable.

"Hi, love." He sighed.

"What's wrong?" I tied the laces on my Converse while holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder.

"Paul just sat Niall and I down and completely bitched us out for the headlines this weekend."

"Yep, I just had one of those, too. Whatever though. They'll all get over it." I shrugged.

"Probably not. Leah, Paul said if I make the headlines for anything else that's bad and involves you, we're going to have to put our relationship on hold." Harry sounded stressed.

"Yeah Spencer went there, too. You told him to fuck off, right?"

"Not exactly. Leah we can't do any more stupid shit like that, okay? I'm not a solo act. If I screw up, it messes up the other boys, too. I'm sorry, baby but I hope you understand where I'm coming from." He sighed again.

"I do. I just wish you'd stand up for our relationship." I mumbled.

"Leah, you know our relationship is so important to me. But they're right. We can't let stupid decisions get us on the cover of magazines. Fans will get sick of it and both of our careers will flop!" He raised his voice.

"I know. I have to go do some more recordings. Bye." I hung up and slipped my phone into my pocket. I couldn't understand why everyone was making such a big deal out of this.

I simply looked at my best friend's medical file. I know everything about her anyways. What's the difference?

Harry was really pissing me off.

He didn't seem to against it while we were at the hospital. If I remember correctly, he was laughing his ass off afterwards. And now he wants to act all responsible. Fuck that.

I trudged back into the studio, feeling very irritated.

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I laid in Harry's bed, watching movies. He'd wanted me to live in his home even though he was gone. It was Friday. Harry had been gone for almost a week and I was miserable. I was still a little peeved with him for the way he acted about our hospital trip, and he could tell. He'd apologized several times, but I was stubborn and I still let it bother me.

I stuck my hand into the donut bag, looking for another, only to realize the bag was empty.

Fuck my life.

I had a three-day weekend and finished two bags of donuts on the first day.

What is my life right now?

I'd planned on doing this my entire weekend. It was going to be good - until I'd run out of donuts. I decided I'd just get more in the morning. I adjusted myself on the pillows and my phone rang. It was Harry with a FaceTime call.

"Hey pretty lady!" He cooed as his face appeared on my screen.

"Hiiiii!" I responded dramatically.

"What are you doing?" He looked like he was in the hotel room and bored.

"Watching a terrible movie." I said it as annoyed as possible to show him how much I hated him being away.

"What movie?" He looked like he really wanted to figure it out.

"I don't know." I pouted.

He frowned. "Well, change the channel."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Somehow the remote ended up in the bathroom." I mumbled, causing Harry to giggle.

"You want me to bring it to you?" His eyes lit up.

"Don't tease me, Styles. I'm not in the mood." I grinned, wishing he was there to tease me in more ways than one if ya know what I mean.

"I wish I was there to get up and bring your lazy ass the remote."

"Trust me, I do too." I rolled over onto my stomach to get a better position.

"Well, we've almost made it through one week apart. Only three more to go. Then I can bring you the remote whenever you need it." He wagged his eyebrows. Something in me thought he might have meant something more than the remote, but I didn't question him.

"Actually no. Because I visit you for one weekend. Then you go back on tour again and leave me for two months." I didn't want to think about that so I tried my hardest to push it out of my mind.

"Thanks for reminding me." Harry frowned. "Why are you seeming so sour?"

"Because I can't spend time with my boyfriend whom I love so dearly." I added the last part to make him feel good.

"It really sucks, but just look at the bright side."

"What bright side?"

"All of this is going to make us stronger, Leah. We're already a damn good couple. This is just preparing us for life's struggles down the road." He smiled, trying to uplift my mood.

"You're right. Like always." I smiled at him.

"There's the smile I like to see!" He exclaimed. "Now go turn off that terrible movie and get some rest. I'll call you in the morning."

"Yes sir." I joked.

"I love you with all of my heart, Leah Sadler."

"I love you to the moon and back, Harry Styles."

I blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it. We hung up and I stood to turn off the movie. Harry was right. I needed to pep up. I may not have him with me now, but I knew I'd have him in days to come. That's all I needed to think about to warm my heart and to plant a smile on my face.

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