Yours

Hurricanes

[Rebecca's POV]

I was just stunned as I held the magazine in my hand. Simon has... this was just low. Harry was just staring at it too. Both of us just staring at something that has caused so much drama yet to come.

Why would he do this to me? why would he do this to us?

All of a sudden, Harry threw me off his lap. I landed into Sabrina's lap and some on Eleanor. "Oofh." all three of us groaned. Everyone had seen the magazine. We passed it around and it ended up back to us. Harry snatched the magazine out of my hand and didn't waste anytime storming out of the room. I looked up at Louis. We shared a look and I scurried off Eleanor and Sabrina's lap.

Next thing I know, Louis and I both are running after Harry.

"Harry!" I shout watching him throw Louis' front door open and walking out without his coat. He just... went.

Louis and I ran out of the apartment. Harry was almost to his car. "HARRY!" both Louis and I shouted. He didn't answer, so I ran as fast as I could to him and literally jumped him.

He fell forward into the snow. I rolled off, so he could get his face out of the snow. "What the hell?" He shouted.

"I could ask the same thing." I shot as Louis helped us both up.

Harry's face didn't look like his normal; it was dark and clouded. "Where are you going?"

"Where do you think?" He said holding the magazine up.

I caught my breath. "Harry, what are you going to do when you get there?" I asked.

"Give him a piece of my mind." He said opening his car door.

I stopped him before he got in by getting in between him and the car. "Not without me."

"No." He firmly said looking down at me.

"Why not? this concerns me as well." I said standing my ground.

He closed his eyes and breathed out. "Get in."

I smiled and looked at Louis. "Let Sabrina stay here until we get back, okay?"

He nodded and started for his place as I got into the passengers side. Harry pulled out as I was buckling myself in. "Why would he fucking do this?" Harry grumbled to himself.

"Because for some reason he can't accept the fact that we're happy, everything isn't about your image." I huffed crossing my arms.

We drove for about ten minutes when I realized what time it was. He wouldn't be at his office; he'd be home. "Harry, turn right."

"Why? we're going to Simon." He said gripping the steering wheel at Simon's name.

"I know now turn right." I sternly said.

He looked at me, but turned right. "Where are you taking me?" He asked.

"To Simon." I said. "He won't be in the office this late."

"So, you're taking me to...." he trailed.

"His house." I said.

Harry turned to me again, but shook off whatever he was going to say. He followed all my directions. It was a long way from Louis' apartment. We drove for about an hour. It was long and silent. The air was cold because both of us idiots forgot our jackets. Harry was pissed; I was trying to get him. Things were getting back to normal, and Simon does this. Why does he have to take away everything that makes me happy? I mean, we're family. Family certainly does not do this to each other.