Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Change My Mind

"I still don't approve." My mother's stern voice emitted through the speaker of my phone.

"Mom, I honestly don't know what the big deal is. Why do you see him as such a bad influence?" The two of us had been arguing about my relationship with Harry for the past half hour.

"He has all those tattoos! He's going to end up like all those other boy bands! Drugs, sex crazed, and in prison! I know it!" She exclaimed.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I groaned throwing my hands up in frustration.

"Olivia, if you-"

"Mom, someone will hear you!" I scolded taking my phone off speaker and placing it up to my ear.

"Olivia, you should know better then to leave me on speaker phone when you are around other people!" She began ranting and I held my phone away from my ear.

"Mom. Mom. Mom!" I yelled into the mic trying to get her attention.

"What?"

"Can we talk about this later?" I sighed bringing the phone back to my ear when she finally became silent.

"You always say that. When can we ever have a full conversation?"

"I'll be back in the US in a month. We can talk then. Now I really have to go. Soundcheck starts in a few."

"We are going to discuss that too. You've made a really reckless career choice by taking that job as a guitarist. What kind of actress does that? You're going to ruin-" I hung up and tossed my phone into my duffel bag.

"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

The way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know oh oh

You don't your beautiful." A chorus of voices rose from the door behind me. The boys were doing their pre show vocal warmups.

Josh, the boy's drummer, sat behind his set tapping away a steady beat with a drumstick mindlessly. We had only talked a fee times so far, but that was just introductions and job related discussions.

"Josh, hey!" I waved and walked across the stage to where Josh was on the opposite end.

"Hey, Abs. How are you?" He waves back with the hand clutching the drumstick.

"Great, excited for the show. You?" I sat on the steps of the stage leading to the upper level.

"Ready to play. So you and Haz?"

"Yeah." I looked down at my lap.

"You two are good together. Too bad the fans don't see that."

"What do you mean?" I questioned sitting up straighter. I knew not everyone approved of my relationship with Harry.

"Shit, I shouldn't of said anything. Forget I mentioned it." Josh waved me off.

"No, I want to know. Tell me, please."

"Well, promise me you won't tell Harry I said anything to you."

"Sure."

"Um, okay then. Ever since your relationship came out the fans haven't exactly taken a liking to it. They have the whole Larry Stylinson thing stuck in their heads. It's pure jealously really. I thought you knew that. It's been all over Twitter."

"Oh. Yeah, I kinda forgot my password last week." I admitted.

"Smooth, anyways that's pretty much it. I heard management's pretty pissed too." He tapped a symbol with a drumstick.