IV

Part 25

"What is it? You're scaring me." I somehow said.
I was too nervous. It could be anything.
He gave me a weak smile before saying, "You mean the world to me. But I need you to know that it's okay if you ever decide that."
He gulped. It was hard for him to say it.
"That you can't take all of this anymore. That you want to leave." He nodded, trying to convince himself.
"I won't lie, babe. It's been hard. Especially these last few days. But, I could stand it a million more times, just as long as I got to spend a night like this with you. You change my mood so easily. I'm not leaving. And I won't do it in the future." I assured him.
"How are you so sure?" He asked, getting so close our noses touched.
"Because you're my one and only. I can't love anyone as much as I love you. I wouldn't be able to live without you." I confessed.
That was the first time I told him he was my true love. Maybe he supposed it, but I never said it out loud. He smiled wider. Harry held my face in his hands and pulled me even closer to him. And there, at that moment, he gave me the most passionate kiss we had ever shared.
"I couldn't live without these either." I smiled, as my finger traced his lips. 

The next morning, I woke up in Harry's arms.
"You're awake?" He whispered, kissing my head.
"Yeah." I mumbled, stretching under his grasp.
"Ready to face the drama?" He asked, hugging me.
"Yeah. Let's just get it over with." I sighed.
"What's your media of choice? We've got television, Twitter or any other app and then we've got physical copies such as newspapers and magazines that I can ask for along with our breakfast." Harry spoke.
I stuck my tongue out at him in reply to his excessive explanation.
"You know, the best way to face this is to laugh at it. It's the only way you won't get upset about it. You just show them that you're indifferent." Harry explained, his lips so close to mine.
"I don't want them to be successful because of it. So I choose either TV or Twitter." I smiled.
"Okay. Let's start with television." He replied, reaching out for the remote. "Seen crying outside her bedroom with her bodyguard. We're not sure as to why but some insiders speculate it could be because Mr. Harry Styles broke up with her. We're waiting for confirmation, but we'll inform you as soon as we get the details. Moving on to-" Harry switched to another gossip channel.
"We're not sure as to why she was crying, but we do think that maybe this isn't Y/N. It could be someone else that happened to be there." A man explained.
"So, I'm either heartbroken or not myself." I chuckled against Harry's chest.
"See? I told you it wouldn't be as bad as long as you had a laugh with it." Harry reminded, rubbing my arm. Harry clicked to another channel and bolted straight up. I slowly sat up and admired the screen. My jaw dropped.
"With a woman after his concert. This footage makes us believe that the rumor of Harry and Y/N breaking up might be true." I heard a woman say when I finally got to my senses.
I started shaking my head, not believing it. But my eyes were still glued to the screen. Harry was hiding behind a hat, but his T-shirt showed off some of his tattoos. A girl's back was to the camera. She was wearing a low cut dress and she just kept hugging him. Harry suddenly grabbed my hand and turned to me.
"Y/N, that's not me. I swear. I- I wasn't even wearing a T-shirt yesterday." Harry spoke.
I just stared at him, unable to speak. Harry got off the bed and went to the dresser, where he usually left his clothes at night to get into bed. He lifted up a the shirt I had given him for our anniversary.
"They weren't even close to what I wore yesterday. We can even check pictures of the concert. And you'll see that I'm wearing the shirt you gave me." He continued.
"If it wasn't you then who are those people?" I wondered, pointing at the screen.
Harry joined me on the bed again as we tried to look for the slightest detail. You could barely see the Harry lookalike so I focused on the girl. She was just an average girl. The most you could see of her was her back. Right when I was about to give up, she moved to the side revealing a tattoo. I gasped as I recognized it.
"T-that's Lexi. She has that tattoo." I said to Harry, in awe.
"What? That can't be." Harry replied, running his fingers through his hair.
"It is." I insisted, nodding.
Harry quickly stood up again, pacing back and forth.
"I'm tired. They're always trying to make us look bad. I'm not having it this time." Harry considered, rubbing his chin.
He opened the balcony door and went outside, motioning for me to join him.
"Come, babe. Let's show them how much we love each other." He smiled, opening his arms widely.
I couldn't say no to that. We were both fed up and this would probably be the only time we broke our no-PDA rule. I rushed over to him before he changed his mind. He welcomed me with his warm embrace that I couldn't get enough of.
"This is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/LN. And I love her very much." Harry stated as loud as he could.
"What are you do-" I whispered, looking up at him.
But he interrupted me with a kiss. His tight grip didn't give me the chance to escape. I honestly didn't want to make the front page of a magazine kissing. He pulled away with a triumphant smile.
"That'll show 'em." He muttered, trying to hide it with a smile.
We were probably being watched now. I walked back inside to talk to him. He followed me, closing the curtains behind him.