The singer, song writer and producer went onto say, while she does have some connection to Mr. Styles she does worry about his certain rock and roll lifestyle he ravishes in. She stays up all night waiting for him to return home, if he will even come back home. She however is still willing to give the relationship a go, she is excited about the movie since she has been on this journey with all five boys since day one.


I scrunch up the paper and roll it into a ball throwing it across the room. How dare that stupid cow write this.

"You know I never said that, heck I didn't even say a word. I just walked away." I defend myself to Harry.

"Olivia, you don't think I don't know that." He presses his body against mine our foreheads resting against each others. "Come on I know what will cheer you up." He reaches for his car keys.


"Another midnight drive." I grab my scarf and my coat.


Harry is right, the drives we go on quite regularly are serenity. Windows down, wind in my hair all worries vanishing.

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"What are you thinking about?" I ask Harry as we lay in bed, I trace his bird tattoo.

"Our future." His morning raspy voice erupts butterflies in my stomach.


"What do you see?" I smile against his chest, "me, you and this house filled with curly hair haired kids."

That thought soothes my soul. "It will be amazing." I stretch my neck to meets his lips.

"Come on, were having lunch at your mums." I jump out of bed. "Liv it's only eight."

'Yes but we have a long drive ahead." I grab his hands, "Shower with me." I wink, biting my lower lip. "Hmmmm."He throws me over his shoulder and I laugh as we immerse in the running water fully clothed.



I tap on my notepad with my pencil as harry drives. I am working on a song for the fourth album, we are schedule in the studio next week and another month another tour kicks off.

Even when the night changes, it will never..........

You can't rush this process the lyrics come when they do, mostly when you least expect it at most random times.

"Never change me and you." Harry sung\spoke I smile writing it down.



After a very long drive we finally arrive to Anne's house.

"Hi." I hug her hello, "Hi mummy." Harry hugs her we gather inside where I say hello to Gemma and Robin. We all gather around the kitchen table and I see a photo album, my eyes raised.

"So Harry we thought we would all embarrass you in front of your lovely girlfriend." Gemma spoke. Harry then looked at me with worried eyes, Gemma then opened up the photo album and I am in complete aww, and his cheeks turning red.

"So this is Harry at age five." I think she looks down to the photo, Harry was a little boy with glasses, "and oh this is my favourite, money was never in our favour so Gem and Harry had to share a twin size bed." Anne spoke about the next particular photograph.

I move the whole album closer to me so I can see these childhood images. "I'm gonna go kill myself." Harry leaves the table. We all burst into fits of laughter. "Did he mention he was on the T. ball team, very good might I add." Anne said proudly.

"Yea I was." He comes back in the room. "I'm gonna take my girlfriend." Harry steals me away.


We walk through his hometown in the fields. He is talking about his past and childhood how he loved growing up here. "And over there was my first kiss." He points.

"Was it now." I stop and fold my arms. He ushers me over and leans me against the wall and begins kissing me, "and I want you to be my last." He kisses me again.


"We need to get back." I break our heated makeup in the Cheshire fields. I tug on his plaid shirt and we begin to walk back, I wrap my scarf a bit more due to the cold and take his hand.



All of this is so rare to come by and have, the wind in m hair we will remember this past moment anchoring it into our future.

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