Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Heart Attack

"Now, Harry recently you have been spotted with the lovely Ms. Abigail Judd. What's going on between you two?" The interview leaned forward in his seat eager for an answer.

Harry chuckled nervously and shakes his head. "Well, we..." He began, but Louis interrupted.

"They're madddddddddddly in lo-" Harry clapped a hand over his mates mouth before he could finish.

"Shut up!" The audience began to laugh as Harry's cheeks turned a deep red.

"So the rumors are true. Harry Styles is back off the market." The interviewer announced. "Is there anything you'd like to share about you're relationship?"

Harry shifted on the couch uncomfortably. We hadn't talked about whether we wanted to go completely public with our relationship or not. I didn't mind, but Harry didn't exactly have a good track record with the public on relationships.

"Abigail and I are dating." Harry confirmed.

"Now, I'm sure she's watching. Is there anything you'd like to say to her?" The interviewer asked.

"Uh, I'll see you tonight?" Harry said as more of a question then an answer.

"That all?"

"That's the only appropriate thing he can say on live television." Liam cut in.

Harry glared at Liam while he and everyone else burst into fits of laughter. I began laughing along with them and accidentally knocked my laptop off the bed. In my attempt to reach for it I rolled forwards off the bed and fell on the carpet with a loud thump. My laptop landed on the floor upside down with the live stream of the interview taking place in the living room of Harry and I's suite still playing. The host was in a studio along with the audience watching the feed sent to them by a camera crew somewhere in New York. The boys were sitting on the couch with a screen in front of them watching a live feed sent to them from the studio.

I picked my laptop up and inspected it for damage before settling down on the bed again. This time only four members of One Direction were seated. Harry had disappeared off the screen sometime when my laptop made a short trip to the floor. The door to the bedroom opened and Harry poked his head in.

"Hey, babe!" He said cheerily.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be doing an interview!" I whisper yelled not wanting to disturb the interview taking place through the wall behind me.

"They want to see you."

"What do you mean see me? It's your interview."

"They heard a crash from in here and wanted to know what happened. I told then you were in here and that you probably fell off the bed or something. So now they want to see you." Harry explained.

"No, I look like a mess." I gestured to my sweatpants and t-shirt. My hair was falling out of it's bun and pieces of it stuck out in all directions.

"Too bad. They insisted." Harry pushed the door open more and began walking towards the bed.

"Harry, no." I began backing up towards the opposite side of the bed. "Harry Edward Styles, don't you dare!" I pointed a finger at him in warning.

"You don't want to disappoint the fans do you?" Harry smirked.

"Harry, no." The bed dipped under Harry's weight as he crawled across it to get closer to me. "Harry, seriously. Stop!"

"Would you two stop snogging and get out here!" Louis' voice called out.

Harry's hands wrapped around my ankle and dragged my body across the bed to him. Once again I found myself thrown over Harry's shoulder. I beat my fists against his back as he walked into the living room.