Harry's pov
The sun peeked through the curtains early in the morning and I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Katrina laying next to me, her hands resting slightly above her head and her hair cascading down her back. Her skin almost glowed and her cheeks were blushed pink. I could see her silhouette under the sheets and she looked absolutely beautiful. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear hoping to wake her up gently.
She shifted a little before her eyes fluttered open. Her eye brows furrowed in confusion but once she saw me she smiled and I couldn't help but smile back, my stomach filling up with butterflies.
"Good morning." I propped myself up on my elbow and turned to her.
"Good morning." She replied as she snuggled closer to me obviously not wanting to get up and I couldn't blame her after what happened last night.
"We have to go soon or we'll miss our flight."
"I know." She sighed.
"Are you ok?" I asked as softly as I could.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She kissed my neck.
"Are you ok with what happened last night? I don't want you to feel like I took advantage of you. I just wanted to make you feel better and-" but she interrupted me.
"You did make me feel better." She giggled softly. "So thank you." She smiled.
"No problem." I kissed her forehead. "Now we really have to get up so we can go."
She groaned loudly before sitting up, covering herself with the sheets and looking around for her clothes. I got up, not caring about covering myself and looked for my boxers. Once I slipped them on I passed Kat her bra and panties.
We finished getting dressed and quickly made our way down to the lobby. Katrina nervously looked around as we checked out. I slipped my hand into hers and held on tightly, hoping to make her calm down.
The drive back home was quiet which worried me. I tried to turn up the radio to lighten the mood, but she quickly lowered it her excuse being she had a headache. She looked out the window, hugging herself and I couldn't help but feel something was wrong.
I opened the front door and my mother stood up from the couch.
"What happened? Are you both alright?" She asked worryingly as she pulled us both into bone crushing hugs.
"We're fine mum." I chuckled. "We had some trouble with the paparazzi so we stayed at a hotel."
"I was worried sick, but at least you are both alright. Go on and pack so you can catch your flight." She kissed us both on the cheek and pushed us towards the stairs. Kat was still quiet so when I closed my bedroom door I turned to her.
Quietly, she started folding her clothes and putting them in her suitcase. She didn't even look at me as she went around the room to gather up her things.
"Kat." But she didn't stop or even look at me.
"Katrina." I grabbed her hand and that's when she stopped. With my finger under her I tilted her face up to me.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm just a little paranoid." She shrugged it off.
"Tell me." I whispered, knowing there was more she wasn't telling me.
"I just don't like having to look over my shoulder or having to worry about someone following me. I want to go out and not worry about being mobbed or followed. I know I'll get used to it but right now it sucks." She spilled. It hurt knowing she felt this way and it was technically my fault.
"And don't apologize. I might punch you if you apologize one more time because it's not your fault. Just give me time ok? I just need some time to get used to it and I'll be fine." She moved away from my grip to continue packing, but I quickly grabbed her shoulders to keep her from moving.
"I love you, you know that? I know it's hard and I honestly wonder why you stick around for me. I am the luckiest guy in the world. And I'm going to apologize because it is my fault so I'm sorry. Please don't punch me." I covered my face.
"You're Harry Styles. People would do anything for you. I'm just... staying." She shrugged as if it were no big deal. "I don't know why people would leave you. Let's just stop worrying about it. I know it sucks and you feel like it's your fault, but I'm staying."
"That's it then?" I smiled, loving how strong as was being. Right now.
"Yes." She nodded. "Let's stop talking about it and start packing." She shooed me away. I chuckled as I pulled her on for quick kiss before shoving my clothes in my small bag messily. I couldn't help but smile as she hummed to herself, folding her clothes and organizing her things. She was so strong and beautiful, but I knew this wasn't the end of things. My life was too much for her. She may act like she's indestructible, but she was fragile in the most beautiful way and my world was anything but.
Katrina's pov
"Harry don't forget to call. You hardly call anymore." She scolded him, making me giggle.
"Mum." He whined.
"And you too!" She pointed at me, trying not to cry.
"Of course." I nodded.
"Ok mum we've got to go or we'll miss the plane." He kissed her on the cheek and picked up our bags. After a bone crushing hug, I waved goodbye and followed Harry inside to check our bags in.
"Are you excited to see the lads again?" I joked, knowing our peaceful week was going to be over in a few hours.
"Ecstatic." Harry said sarcastically with a smirk as the line moved up.
I turned to the window, white flashes catching my attention. The paparazzi and fans lined the airport windows trying to get our attention. I felt panic slowly spread through my body, but I stopped myself.
This is what it was going to be like from now on and I wasn't going to let them intimidate me.
Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him, shielding me.
"Thank you." I replied, before taking a few deep breathes. Instead of replying he kissed me softly on the forehead which calmed me down.
I peeked over his shoulder and fans started to show up with posters and cool t-shirts. They waved trying to get us to look and I couldn't help but remember I was one of them once. I didn't stalk One Direction at airports, but I was a fan. I waved at them slowly and they went ballistic, screaming and squealing, making me chuckle.
"What are you doing?" Harry smiled down at me.
"Waving at the fans." I replied. He turned around and waved too, making the flashes and screaming increase.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER AND IM SORRY. I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING WITH THIS STORY ANY MORE BUT I LOVE THE CHARACTERS TOO MUCH TO STOP. So if it sucks I'm sorry but I think Harry and Kat are cute. Sorry not sorry. Please don't hesitate to comment or vote! Love you guys!
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Fanfiction"It is the city of love after all." Being with Harry Styles was a beautiful and terrifying thing for a girl who had her life all planned out and organized without him.
