Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

I Wish

"What the bloody hell is your problem?"

"What?" Harry's groggy voice crackled through the speaker on my phone. I must have woken him up. Good.

"You led me on! I knew this was going too fast to be real."

"What are you talking about?"

"Taylor Swift! Or did you already move on from her too?" I shouted into the phone.

"Abigail, listen I-" His voice was more alert now.

"No, you listen! I can't believe I thought we could maybe be together!" I picked up the magazine that lay abandoned on the counter.

HARRY AND TAYLOR GET CLOSE AT THE ZOO.

A blown up image of the two holding hands while strolling along was on the front. I angrily threw it across the room where it hit the wall and slid down. Of course, it was open to the article about the two.

"Abigail, hear me out. I-"

"Just stop. I really don't want to hear from you again, okay?" I ended the call.

I knew I shouldn't be upset, but I was. We had spent just two days together and I already felt like I was falling for him. How stupid was I? Needing to clear my head I grabbed my cars keys and headed out of my room to the elevator.

I drove mindlessly through London turning onto random streets whenever I felt the need to. With the top down the wind whipped my hair in all directions and the chilly fall air nipped my checks and nose. I turned the radio up which was set to a popular hit music station. Kiss You by One Direction began playing and out of habit I began singing along.

I found myself on a country road and sped up wanting to get farther from the city. The bright sun shone directly into my eyes and I put on a cheap knockoff pair of D&G sunglasses. Along the edge of the road were a couple wood signs painted with images and various names of fruits and vegetables. Each sign was spaced a couple feet ahead of the other hoping to attract passerby's to the roadside stand ahead. I pulled over into the gravel space next to the stand which was set next to the driveway of a large farmhouse. I quickly ran my fingers through my unruly hair trying to tame it. Giving up I used a elastic from my wrist and put my hair up in a messy bun. Only a few other cars were parked in the small lot and their drivers' were scanning the small stand for something to buy.

"Hello Dear, can I help you with anything?" A frail old woman smiled from behind a stand filled with various fruits.

"No thank you, just looking." I replied scanning the stand for nothing in particular.

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything." She smiled again and then hobbled away wiping her hands on her apron tied around her tiny waist.

I slowly made my way around the stand until I came to the rows of strawberries. I picked out a green carton containing a dozen large strawberries and moved on to the next wooden stand. A boy stood over a wooden crate containing home baked sweets. His hand hovered undecided over packages of cookies and and mini cakes. Blonde hair jetted out from under the black snapback he wore and his jeans hung loosely from his skinny frame. Not someone you'd expect to see at a roadside stand.

I moved closer to the boy and tried reaching over his outstretched hand to grab a package of chocolate chip cookies. Being my clumsy ungraceful self I lost my balance and knocked into him. To my surprise he didn't go crashing into the stand, but steadied himself before helping me regain my balance.

"I'm so sorry I've always been clumsy and-" I began babbling looking at the ground embarrassed.

"It's alright, Love." He said with a thick Irish accent.

I looked up and saw a familiar face staring back at me.

"Niall?" I wasn't surprised. He was always looking for food.

"Do I know you?" He looked like he was afraid I might jump on him at any second.

"Oh sorry," I took off my sunglasses and stuck out my hand," My name's Abigail."

"Abigail? As in the Abigail who ran Harry over with a Segway? Abigail Judd, the famous American actress?"

"Yup, that's me." I looked down at the ground knowing my checks were turning a bright pink.

"Don't be embarrassed! He's glad it happened actually." His long fingers nudged my chin up so I was looking at him.

"He is?"

"Yeah, he was a huge fan of your music. We all are. That day you met he wouldn't shut up about you it was driving us all crazy."

"He did?"

"Yeah," he continued, "he really likes you. When you two hung out he'd always come back in a good mood."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he hasn't been that way in a while or recently either. Not since Taylor came along."

"Then why is he with her?"

"Don't know. He still really likes you though. Even if you only just met." With that he turned and strode off to his car "Nice meeting you!"

"Nice meeting you too!" I waved and then went to pay for my items.

Harry still likes me? It seemed to be too good to be true. Could I really trust someone I just met? Especially one of Harry's friends?

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"Ah London! Oh how have I missed thee!" My manager, Sara Gillard, sang as she walked towards me.

"But you didn't miss me?" I asked with an exaggerated pout.

"How could I not miss my favorite client?" Sara hung her arm across my shoulder as we walked through the airport.

"I'm your only client." I pointed out.

"And you're my favorite!" Sara was still a teenager herself I swear. She was one of the youngest managers around, but got the job done and I loved her for it.

"How was Paris?" Sara had flow out to the City of Love to meet with a possible client. Apparently she was the next Madonna

"Don't even get me started. The chick could barely squeak out The Happy Birthday song." She sighed.

"Well I'm glad you're here Laura has been freaking out of the whole Harry thing."

"Ah young love! How's that going by the way?"

"It hasn't. Turns out Mr. Styles is a big ladies man." She looked at me questingly, "He's with Taylor now."

"Taylor Swift?"

"Yup." I said popping the 'p'.

"Bitch!" She grumbled.

"Sara! She's really nice!"

"And a whore!"

"Sara, really? He's just a guy anyways."

"I'm just saying."

We exited the airport after picking ip Sara's luggage. The walk across the parking lot to where my car was parked was chilly and silent.

"Is this your car?"

"Yeah." I said unlocking it with the remote.

"How'd you get it here?"

"I may or may not have called in a favor from a friend who ships large freight." I admitted starting the engine.

"That's some favor." Sara put her bags in the trunk as I put the top down on my convertible.

"If I wanted I could get a private jet to Hawaii and live on an island for as long as I wanted." I said happily, "I might take up that offer someday too."

"Let me know if you need a roommate!"

"Will do!"

My phone began to ring deep in my bag. Using one hand to steer I reached down and dug around until I grasped the device.

"Hello?"

"Abigail, it's Harry. We need to talk." A deep raspy voice said on the other end of the line.