Perfect Picture

They Can't Take What's Ours.

The next day, Becca went over to Harry's house at about five in the afternoon, her leather book bag over her shoulder and a nervous expression on her face. She knocked on his front door, knowing his mom was still out of town, for what she knew not, and her stomach jumped when he opened the door.

"Hey, Harry. Uh, I have to show you something, and, explain something." She replied to his greeting. He invited her in, and she sat next to him on the couch, one leg tucked underneath her, the book bag on her lap.

"So, um, ugh man I'm not really sure where to start. Um, myself and Katy are singers. And we're kind of famous. Aaand, apparently, we were just on break to move into our house here, for six months, and we have to get back into the business in January." Harry was quiet, making Becca get nervous, then he said,

"I don't mind that you didn't tell me, relax. What I'm being quiet about, is us lads have to finish out our contract, starting again in January." Becca blew a breath in relief.

"Phew, I'm glad you're not mad. Sorry you have to start back again though." Harry shrugged.

"Eh, it's only for another year."

"Still, it's gonna be hard."

"Yeah, but it can also be fun. How long are you going to doing it?" Becca sighed.

"Two years. It'll be fun though, we have great fans."

"Have you won many awards?" Becca shrugged.

"Enough of them. Award shows are pains and I've never been to one. I've always found a way out of it."

"How many?" Becca rolled her eyes.

"You're not gonna let up are you? Fine. We won 210 awards from our first album which was proceeded with two years of covers. We even went on tours doing covers for artists who paid us to do their songs."

"Wow. You definitely beat us. Who is the lead singer?" Becca opened her book bag, pulling something out and putting it on the stand near the couch.

"I am. I have something to show you though, it should explain a lo-" She was interrupted by the door opening, and she got up, startled.

"Mum I don't care who she is he isn't ready for a girlfriend yet and she isn't good enough for him!" Becca glanced at Harry, who'd stood up as well and had a worried look on his face.

"Harry, wh-" Becca didn't finish her sentence before two women came into the living room, one of those two being Anne, the other one that Becca didn't recognize. She had almost the same eyes as Harry, but right now she did NOT look very pleasant, mainly because she looked furious. Becca almost went behind Harry, but she instead held her ground and glanced confusedly at Anne.

"You're Rebecca aren't you? Well get out of our house you are not welcome here!" The woman shouted at Becca, who just tilted her head down and walked out, picking up her bag on the way out. She was halfway back to her house when she heard footsteps, and turned to see Harry running towards her.

"Becca, I'm so sorry about her. That's my older sister Gemma, she's really protective and sometimes stupid. She just-ugh I have a past of a lot of girlfriends that don't, uh, aren't really nice."

"Yeah, I think ya do. Don't worry about it Harry. Yeah it hurt, but she's just being protective. I mean it's not like my brothers are perfect, they've gone bezerk over me dating some guys before that they thought weren't good enough. Just, watch the thing I put on the table. If you let Gemma see it, she may like me afterwards." Harry sighed, then hugged Becca, who practically melted, leaning her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist. When they pulled apart, Harry kissed her forehead and she smiled and said,

"See you tomorrow, Harry." Harry smiled a bit and nodded.

"Whoa hold on there Hazza, I'm not leaving until you smile for real." She said, getting concerned.

"Come on, what do I have to do to make you laugh?" She asked, getting a smile on her face. Harry looked at her nervously just before she jerked her hands forward and tickled him. He laughed, and Becca grinned.

"There ya go. OK I'll leave now. See ya, Harry." She left, glancing back a few times and waving before she jumped over the fence. She got to her house, taking some dinner up to her room, but when she got to her room, she sat down at her desk, took off her make up, changed into jeggings and a tank top, covering up with a huge sweater, and collapsed on her bed, breaking into tears.

She cried silently until she heard someone knock gently, coming in a few seconds after they knocked. Becca glanced up and saw it was her mom, then dropped her head back onto her bed, covering her face with her hair and arms. Mrs. Sawyer sat down next to Becca, rubbing her daughter's back.

"What's wrong honey?" Mrs. Sawyer asked.

"Gemma Styles hates me." She muttered, her voice muffled.

"Oh Becca that can't be true." Becca lifted herself up on her elbows.

"She said get out of our house you're not welcome here and that I don't deserve Harry. I'm not good enough for him." She dropped herself back down on the bed and curled up next to her mom. Mrs. Sawyer sighed, thinking about what to say.

"Well mi hija, maybe she'll come around. You gave Harry the DVD right?" Becca nodded.

"Then she should. If she doesn't well then she's just stupid." Becca laughed once, then Mrs. Sawyer made her sit up.

"Look, you shouldn't care about what everybody else thinks, as long as you know the love is good and it's true." Becca sighed, then got up, pulling on a hoodie with Little Mix Rocks on it, asking,

"Don't you guys leave in a while?" Mrs. Sawyer nodded, and straightened out the comforter on Becca's bed.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" She asked.

"No, I need to start writing songs for the new album."

"OK honey. We're going to leave now, see you on Monday." Mrs. Sawyer hugged her, then went out.