Privacy [completed]

TWENTY-TWO| sadness is love?

My flight to South Carolina was peaceful and quiet. I was accompanied by personal assistants, and personal flight attendants that tended to my personal needs. My flight was spent with Harry Styles, in his own private yet. I missed morning practice this morning and two days ago because Harry said I needed my rest after that long night.

I appreciated it, but missing practice means running the next practice. I had just gotten off of suspension, and now I'll most likely be back on it. It's not that I ever cared about suspension, it's more I hate running entire practices. He was trying to do what he thought was best, but he failed at it, terribly.

"We're about to land," Harry smiled.

I shrugged.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look to happy," he frowned.

"Do you want me to smile?" I grumbled.

"Not if you don't want to," he said softly. "Did I do something?"

"No," I muttered.

"Then look at me," he said.

I looked over at him. His eyes bleeding into mines from the anticipation. What does he want from me? I don't walk around, or in this case, I don't sit around with a smile on my face.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I sighed and my eyes fluttered to the ground. "Yes."

I felt the small turbulence of the plane as we landed. We're finally landing in South Carolina. I'm about to go face to face with Megan for the first time in what seems like years, but it's been only a couple months. The last time I had saw her face was when I was beating on it.

For some reason, I felt somewhat guilty coming here. I didn't practice nor did I go to classes. I simply relaxed at Harry Styles house even though I defiantly didn't want too. It was awkward and weird.

We landed and I heard the faint screams outside the plane. I sat up and looked out the window to see tens of girls screaming for Harry Styles.

"It's okay," Harry reinsured.

"Why are they here?" I groaned.

"I don't know," he said softly. "They're always there."

I looked at him and then to the ground again. He always has fans around him when he's with me, and it's starting to get on my nerves. I wish I wasn't with him, I wish so bad. But for some reason, I couldn't manage to break away in time before it got too late.

The doors of the plane opened, so I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Harry tried carrying it, but I'm capable of it even though I defiantly didn't want too. I walked out the plane first and the screams got even louder. Harry came out right behind me and held my hand.

"What?" I whispered to him. "We're private."

"Can't hide any longer," Harry said back and we started walking, hand in hand.

"Harry," I muttered.

"Just hold my hand," he groaned.

I put my head down and he held my hand. My hand was dangling from his. Security surrounded us as we walked through the girls. Some grabbing my shoulder and some grabbing Harry. Not hard though, just touching us. It made me uncomfortable. Is this love? Public relationship? It defiantly cannot be.