IV

Part 6

"How did they know you were coming here?" I panicked.
"I don't know. People always confess these things. Why do they want a picture of us walking into the studio?" Harry huffed.
"I'll never understand that. You're just doing your job." I sighed, looking out the window, not knowing how we would make it to the door.
"Let's get through with this. Wait for me. I'll open the door for you." Harry ordered.
I nodded and soon he was in a swarm of cameras. I didn't move until he opened my door.
"Come on, love." Harry said, holding out his hand for me to grab.
"Harry, do you mind telling us who this pretty girl is?" Said the clearest voice among the paparazzi.
"I do mind, actually. You'll find out sooner than later." He smiled, as he helped me go through the people.
He said goodbye to them and walked in with me.
"I know what I said to you in the car, I haven't forgotten. It's just that I don't want people to find out like that. I'm sorry if you're upset." He explained, leading the way to where we had to go.
"I'm not upset. I just wanted to be out of there as soon as possible." I giggled.
"Ready to see the boys?"
"More than ready." I smiled, tightening my grip on his hand.

"Good morning." Harry announced.
"Y/N! Hey! You alright?" Louis yelled, coming over to hug me followed by Liam and Niall.
"I'm great , boys. It's great to see you again." I smiled.
"And we're taking her with us on tour!" Harry exclaimed.
Their jaws dropped and they hugged me once again. They finally got to work and I sat down to watch them.
Their voices were so beautiful and I was happy I got a sneak peek of the new album.
They did choruses first so the boys could leave sooner. Meanwhile, my Harry had to do his solos because he had ditched to go pick me up at the airport.
"Y/N, come have a coffee with us. We can then come back to pick Harry up." Liam invited.
I really didn't want to go. I loved hearing Harry sing, but I felt it would be too rude to say no. So we went to have coffee while I missed out on Harry's voice. I tried to look on the bright side, spending more time with them would get me used to being around them.
Before leaving, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. They waited outside the ladies' but I could still hear them whispering.
"You think it's safe for us to take her back there? I mean Harry could still be in there you know.." I heard Niall say.
"I think we should be fine." Liam replied.
"Y/N!" Louis said cheerfully as soon as he saw me, loud enough to make sure Niall and Liam changed subject.
"Let's uh..go then?" I told them, a hint of nervousness in my voice.

When we got to the studio, Harry was already out.
"Let's go home, baby?" He asked, kissing my head.
"Yeah." I replied quietly.
We said goodbye to the boys and went to Harry's car. I stayed silent the whole ride, while Harry tried to start conversations with me but I just answered with monosyllables.
He would also take my hand in his and rest it on my thigh but I didn't say a word. I was having an internal battle at that moment and I had to decide before we got home. I looked out the window for something, anything to help me make a decision.
If I talked to him about it, I would sound like the annoying, jealous girlfriends Harry and I would laugh at. But if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to get it off my mind. I would see him and every time I would ask myself if he really loved me because I didn't know what was actually going on in his life.
Harry wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Or would he? Maybe it came up suddenly and now it was irreversible. I cut myself off. I wasn't going to be a submissive girlfriend. If Harry had to tell me something, he would have to do it as an adult and my reaction would have to be mature also. That was it.
Harry pulled up in the driveway and at that moment, I came to the conclusion that we would have the talk.

I slammed the car door behind me as we walked to the garage door to enter his house. I supposed Harry had noticed my attitude but he didn't do anything about it.
Once we got to the living room, I leaned against the sofa. Harry had taken off his coat and I deduced he was going to put it back in the closet in our room.
"Harry." I said, stopping him.
He looked up at me.
"We need to talk." I gulped.
He walked towards me, resting his coat on the sofa and taking my hands in his.
"I knew something was wrong. Tell me." He said lowly.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back my tears as I asked, "Do you still feel attracted to me?"
"Of course I do. I don't want to be with anyone else but you." He said, concerned.
Looking into his eyes, I could tell that my question had hurt him. But I had be sure.
"Are you asking this because we haven't done it yet?" Harry whispered.
"Sort of. I'm sorry I'm not ready, Harry."
"I'm not blaming you, babe. I could wait forever as long as we're together. If you're not ready you shouldn't make yourself do it. Your choice is wise. Another thing I love about you." He spoke, caressing my cheek.
I turned my head away from his hand.
"What were you doing in the studio when the boys dragged me to have coffee with them." I demanded.