Penelope’s. P.O.V.
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I dressed the classiest I could, but again, I was unsure.



I’m meeting Harry’s family and band mates tonight; he’s on his way to pick me up currently. That boy just refuses to let me drive.

I paced around my accommodation as I prepared myself for the possible situations.

I need to expect the worst, right? Okay, well what if my job creates an awkward tension? What happens if they don’t like me? God I need my babies’ grandmother to love me too.

*knock knock*

My carriage awaits.

I shakily walked over to the door and opened it, Harry stood before it, smiling sweetly.

“You look beautiful, love.” He said happily.
I blushed lightly, “thank you, Harry.”

“Mum landed and is waiting at my place- but it’s just a bit of a drive,” he apologized.
I smiled, “that’s perfectly fine, but seriously Harry, I could’ve driven myself.”

“Now you hush it little lady,” he sassed.
I stuck my hand on my hip and gave him a look.

He mimicked my demeanor, “you can’t intimidate me Ms. FBI agent.”
“Oh just wait and see,” I teased.

“Do you have a small bag packed?” He questioned, laughing slightly.
I nodded and picked up my tiny to-go bag, for there is the potential that I have to stay the night because the prolonged drive.

“May I take you, gorgeous woman, to my family?” He asked charmingly.
God he was such a little inveigler.

I laughed to distract him from my red cheeks. “Please do.”

He reached out his arm to embrace my hand, holding me close as I locked my apartment behind me.

***

We sat in his plush car, quietly driving down the highway. But suddenly, his mood went from his normal to weird. He seemed uneasy and kept clearing his throat.

“Harry what’s bothering you?” I questioned, rubbing his hand.
“Did you see the news?” He said sadly.

“No,” I started, “what happened?”
“They got coverage of me at the baby store,” he sighed.

“Shit,” I cursed, “I’m so sorry- what’re they saying?”“Asking who my ‘new, special lady friend is’ - along with everyone conspiring if you’re pregnant,” he whispered.

“Penelope they’re going to find out who you are. No matter how secretive you are my fans…” he wandered off, “are very good at finding people. It wouldn’t surprise me if they haven’t already. Just be prepared, my love.”
I sighed, “thank you for the warning, hun. Honestly... I’m a little scared.”

“That’s a sight,” Harry chuckled, “the woman who deals with serial killers is afraid of my fans.”
“Harry they aren’t just ‘fans’, they are people who do the same research my FBI technical analyst does for me, just as fast- and it’s much harder for them to do so than someone with a government place,” I warned.

He shrugged, “it’s normal to me.”
“You know,” I started, “I’d rather piss off a murderer than one of your supporters.”

“Oh darling, that’ll be the end of you,” he teased, poking my side.
“You’re an ass,” I giggled.

“You know you’re amazing, Penelope?” He whispered, rubbing my knee. His eyes switched between my face and the road.
“I don’t know what to say, Harry,” I breathed.

He pulled over to the side of the road and turned to me. His hand raised to my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my face. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, my eyes closing to embrace the moment. His lips, even after leaving, left a lingering feeling.

“You’re a star my darling,” he said deeply. “A star in the night sky.”

***

His car pulled up to a beautiful apartment complex. And like he said, the drive was pretty lengthy- but honestly it was worth it. The entire drive was filled with funny banter and Harry singing. He makes everything so much more fun.

I was anxious with nerves.
“Baby you’re shaking. Are you okay?” Harry said worriedly.
“I’m just… nervous,” I rambled.

He took my hand in his, “I promise you, lovely, they will all love you.”
I nodded and took a deep breath.

He stepped out of the car and raced to my side, opening my door and holding out a hand for me. I took it happily, getting out and giving him a hug.

“Let’s do this princess,” he said happily, hugging me back and giving me a soft kiss to my forehead. His lips always seemed to remain where they originally were; so delicate and sweet.

He smelled like summer- the beautiful smell of a beach in the warm, early morning.

As we walked towards the complex, people walking on the sidewalks noticed him and pulled out their phone; running up to him and asking for pictures.

They ended up pushing us apart, separating me from him. People made a circle around and I lost sight of him. I got scowls from the ladies as they surrounded Harry- I kept getting pushed farther and farther off the sidewalk.

I hit the edge and got pushed over, tripping and falling on the asphalt. I heard Harry yell for my name, nudging past everyone to reach me.

Once he found me, he raced to help me stand up. “Back up!” He hollered, “everyone back up!”

People gave us space and pointed their phones on us. “Love are you okay? Did you hurt your stomach?”
“No Harry, I’m fine I promise- I just tripped,” I assured.

He assisted me up and I dusted myself off. “Go stand next to the car- don’t let anyone touch you,” he said cautiously.
I nodded and made my way to the vehicle. He shuffled through the group of fans, taking pictures, giving hugs and signing autographs. They, one by one, backed up and left. I felt uncomfortable with all the stares that were being pointed at me. I pretended to find interest in my hands, playing with my nails just to distract myself from all the looks.

After a few minutes, they were all gone and Harry strode over to me.
“Penelope are you sure you’re okay?” He asked anxiously.
“Harry,” I started, “I’m okay. Are you?”
“Yeah I just,” he stuttered, “feel bad. That was my fault- I should’ve expected that to happen.”
“It’s not your fault hun.” I said, cupping his cheek. “Let’s go inside now.”

He nodded and rested his hand on my lower back, ushering me inside. We climbed a flight of stairs, reaching a long hallway. His hand moved from my back to mine, gripping it softly. I admired his grasp; his hands were much bigger than mine and rough, but in a comforting way.

We reached his apartment and he looked at me for permission. I only smiled sweetly back and took a deep breath.

He unlocked his door and opened it wide for me. Inside were bursts of laughter and jokes- but then it went silent. Everyone that sat on the couches and ground turned to us. And finally, my eyes were met by pairs of seven.

Notes

Thank you for giving me the courage to write again. In my earlier years, I wrote the story called "Persecute" (DON'T READ IT, IT IS SO BAD NOW), and honestly I have improved a lot. Thank you, all of you.

XxX,
Abygail

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