Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

One Thing

"So what brings the lovely Abigail Judd to London?" Harry asked biting into his sandwich.

We sat in a booth at a local restaurant Harry had suggested we visit. "I am auditioning for a couple of movies because my American show is between seasons."

"Were you born in America?"

"Yup, born and raised in the land of the free!" I replied popping a chip in my mouth.

"That's hard to believe because of your accent."

"My accent?"

"Yes, your accent! You sound British."

"Oh that! I love speaking with a British accent!" I replied happily in a thick accent.

"You are a strange Lass," he chuckled.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I joked.

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a high pitched squeal, "Harry Styles? Abigail Judd?OHMYGAWDILOVEYOUGUYSCANIGETANAUYOGRAPHTHISISLIKEADREAMCOMETRUE!" A young girl stood at the end of our booth.

"Sure thing, Love!" Harry smiled and took the pen and paper she offered him.

"What's your name, Darling?" I asked as Harry signed his name.

"H-Harper." She stuttered.

"Nice to meet you, Harper." I took the pen and paper from Harry and signed my name with a flourish.

"Thank you! Could I get a picture too?" She held up a tiny silver digital camera.

"Of course!" I replied much to her delight.

Harry and I scooted out of the booth and stood next to the smiling girl. Her mum took the camera from her and held it up.

"Smile!" The camera flashed temporarily blinding me.

"Thank you so much!" She said and then skipped away.

"See? I told you girls are always falling for me!"

"Harry!" I shoved him in the chest playfully and rolled my eyes.

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After we had finished eating and payed for our food Harry invited me to go to his flat with him. It was a short walk from the restaurant, but took twice as long because we were stopped several times by fans. We happily signed our autographs, took pictures, and answered questions. A few fans even asked if were dating.

"Lou and El are going to be out all day," Harry pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his flat, "so we are free to whatever we want." He winked.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are Mr.Styles?"

"And what do you think I am suggesting?" He opened the door and led me inside.

"I'm not sure I want to find out."

"What would you suggest we do then?"

"Movie?" I ask sitting on the couch.

"Sure, any requests?" Harry opened a cabinet revealing a large collection of dvds

"Surprise me. Shall I make popcorn?"

"Go ahead. Box should be in the cabinet above the stove," Harry began running a finger along the rows of movies.

I walked to the kitchen which was completely white except for one wall that was painted red for some reason. I found a colorful bowl in one of the lower cabinets and opened the one above the stove. I was above average height, but was still too short to reach the box of popcorn. With no stool anywhere in sight I began jumping in an attempt to reach the box. Behind me I could hear a deep laugh and turned to see Harry leaning against the wall.