Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Last First Kiss

There are times in your life when reuniting with someone you lost is a good thing. Being in a room with your boyfriend and your ex is typically not a joyous reunion. I stared at the screen speechless as both Harry and Mark began saying my name.

"Abs." Harry turned around on the couch to face me.

"Abigail?" Mark leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms in front of him on his massive desk.

"Abby." Harry wave one of his large hands in front if my fave trying to get my attention.

"Abigail. Wow, this is-" Mark began.

"Don't talk to me." I finally spoke.

"Abigail! You can't talk to him like that!" Harry scolded.

"I-I can't be here." As I turned to leave Mark spoke again.

"Abigail! Wait, let's be professional about this." I turned to face Mark who was smiling wickedly. That did it.

"Professional? You used me! You obviously got what you wanted!" I began screaming. "So no. We can not just be professional! I fucking hate you! I thought what we had was real. And to this day I cannot believe how naive I was about all the bull shit you said to me. And the fact that to this day you keep trying to contact me pisses me off even more! Do you really think I'd even consider giving you another chance after what you did? Fuck you!" I spat. Everyone starred at me with shocked expressions including Mark.

"Abigail, what's going on?" Harry spoke softly afraid to send me into another fit.

"It's in the past just forget about it. I'm going out. I need some air." I ran a hand through my hair and took deep breaths trying to calm myself down.

"Mark, I'll talk to you later." Harry stood up from the couch and walked towards me. "Let's go." He spoke firmly now and intertwined my hand with his.

"Harry, come back! Abigail, you too! This concerns both of you." Mark said.

"Make it quick." Harry snapped.

"We got the polls in to see what the fans thought about you guys having backup dancers for your shows and almost 98% said it wasn't your thing. So we have decided that it is time to take that away. I'm sorry, Abigail. But, I was afraid this would happen from the start. We weren't sure if this was going to last from the start and are sadly correct." Mark spoke with a false tone.

"You got to be fucking kidding me." Harry huffed under his breath.

"What?" Mark asked.

"Nothing." Harry spat back squeezing my hand tightly.

"Is that all?" I asked trying to find a way to leave without getting Harry in trouble too.

"Yes, tonight will be your last show so enjoy it." Mark smirked and then signed off.

"I'm going out." Was all I could manage to say before stomping out of the hotel suite.

"I'll come with you." Harry followed me as I sulked down the hallway of the hallway towards the elevators.

"Damn management. Damn ex boyfriend. Damn it. Damn it. Damn elevator taking too damn long. Damn paparazzi. Damn Mark. Damn everything." Harry stayed silent as I continued my rant all the way to the lobby of the hotel.

"There they are!"

"I see them!"

"OMG it's Harry!" The fans outside the hotel began screaming as Harry and I exited through the front door.

"Damn fans." I muttered pushing through the crowd.

"Abigail, wait up!" Harry shouted from somewhere behind me. I turned around and saw him a few feet back pushing past fans trying to get to me.