A/N:
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-Olivia's POV-
"Babe, I'm hungry." I pouted.
"Where's your friend at?" He asks.
"I don't know, she's been gone for like an hour." I groan.
"Like really? I didn't like know that." He laughs.
"Remember we're not doing eachother accents," I giggle.
"I do yours good though," He smirks.
"Sure." I say sarcastically.
Then I hear Harry's phone ringing. The ringtone 'Marimba' starts playing and I giggle.
"Did you put it back on that one?" He groans.
"No," I laugh.
"Then who did?"
"We'll figure it out after you answer the phone," I smirk.
He rolls his eyes, but answers his phone anyways.
'What.' Harry says into the phone with a flat tone, which I scowl at him for.
He clears his throat and then says,
'I mean, ello?' He says a tad bit nicer.
Which I then peck his cheek for.
'Yeah.'
'Who cares,'
'Whatever bye.'
He then tosses his phone onto the coffee table, and leans back sighing.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask him.
"That was Chelsa from your management?"
"Yeah, I met her the other day, what'd she say?" I ask.
"She said that we have to go out in public later today.."
"Aww, but I was having fun just being here with you," I frown.
"Me too baby," He says slowly in his adorable accent.
"Did I ever tell you how cute I think your accent is?" I smile.
"I don't like being called cute," He smirks.
"We already settled this," I blush.
"I know babe." He leans in and kisses my forehead.
"I'm home bitches!" Jessica screams.
She sets down the McDonalds bags on the counter, and then flops onto the couch.
"Where were you?" I ask.
"Sorry it took so long, Los Angeles traffic is bitch." She laughs.
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"So what are we going to do?" I ask Harry.
"Well, we're just going to act normal. Since we're a real couple now." He smiles.
"Okay," I smile back.
I'm really nervous about going out in public with Harry. Everyone knows we're a couple, but it's going to be hard since we're both famous. Also, I've been on a break from everything, Harry doesn't know that though. I'm really curious on what happened that made Harry like... stop caring about things. He won't even go to the meetings for his band.
"Babe?" Harry says.
"Hmm?"
"Let's go." He grabs my hand, and we walk out of the door to his car.
Once we get to the coffee joint that we decided on getting lunch at, we park the car. We can already see all the papparazzi, and teenage girls. We're fucked. Harry still gets security guards, so theres one waiting for us thankfully.
As soon as we get out of the car, everyone starts crowding around us.
'Olivia, why would you get yourself involved with him?'
'Olivia! Harry Styles is no good for you, he'll ruin you!'
'Olivia you're a filthy slut, I'm sure Harry has caught something by now.'
That really hurt my feelings...
"Okay listen!" Harry screams.
I look at him confused, as do the security guards.
Everyone quiets down.
"Okay, so I'm only here to have lunch with my girlfriend. I'm not here to take any questions, or pictures, or autographs. For the people telling me rude comments, why are you here? Get the fuck over yourself. Anyways, all of you go away." Harry spats.
Oh gosh.. this will definetly be in the newspaper.
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A/N:
Okay so it's short..
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