2 hours later I receive a text from non other than Harry saying he had a really good time and that he can't wait to see the next exhibit. I replied with "me too" and "you realize we don't need to wait until then to speak..." and he replied with "I was hoping you would say that."
For the next two weeks we had been texting back and forth , he was filling me in on his tour rehearsals and I was filling him in on not only art but on college applications and ideas I had.
It felt like a dream. Here was this great genuine guy talking back to me, texting me on my cell phone, but it felt unreal that I wasn't speaking to his face. I finally suggested skyping after sharing my thoughts on why it felt weird, turns out he agreed.
After having the first important talk, we had become a couple, not publicly but within our family and close friends.
After a month that we were together, I was having doubts about the relationship. I started thinking about what my life would be like and how it would change, and if it was serious, I would have to change and I just wasn't sure I was ready for that. I shared my feelings with Harry and he told me he was waiting for to me feel this way because he always knew this couldn't work. I told him that maybe we can make it work and that he should come and see me. He came to New York for the weekend with Cal. so the three of us spent three days in New York City together.
3 weeks later I had decided to call it quits, after seeing what it was like for Harry on a daily basis while he was out was just insane. I decided I wasn't in for that kind of lifestyle and it just wasn't worth it. We were both devastated.
I had started college and moved into my dorm a month later, I had so much on my mind it was hard to think about my recent breakup, one night when we watching tv on the couch in our dorm, someone knocked on the door and even before Lexi had opened it I knew who it was. the door swung open and he just said smiled glumly and said "hey".
I looked at him, stared into his green eyes and got up and my mouth was on his, our lips moving in sync, I knew there was no going back, we had gone into too deep, we had shared feelings and ambitions we had kept so close to our hearts.
We had kept our relationship quiet as long as possible until we were ready, we had managed for 8 months until Niall accidentally Instagrammed a picture of the stage for the upcoming tour but in the corner in the background Harry Styles had clearly been kissing some brunette. Niall had realized his mistake after a minute and deleted but that was no help, it was out there. Harry Styles was no longer single and the world wanted to know who the lucky lady was.
So no longer than a week later after so many rumors and speculation and fans actually figuring out who I was, we had to go official, so Harry had Instagrammed a picture of me captioned "Her."
I was found by millions online, hate was sent and ignored, I was protected by own personalized bubble of the people around me, my family had raised me well, Harry was so protective about my social media, anything remotely negative had bounced off me. I was his and he was mine, nothing else mattered because what we have is so much stronger than anyone else's' opinion and we knew that straight from the start.
I was busy with college, it was getting so challenging, and after doubts of if I was even studying the right thing, I just wasn't sure, Harry had suggested to take time off and figure it out. After lots of stress and unknown I had taken time off from college to figure it out and joined Harry and the boys on tour, after my parents finally agreeing known that we were in a solid serious relationship they had given me the ok to do what I wanted.
After a year of amazing times and memories, we had moved onto a new year. I had to figure out what to do, the tour was coming to an end in Philly.
