Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Over Again

"Harry, be careful!" Anne warned Harry as he maneuvered the lawnmower around his backyard.

"Yes, Mum!" Harry replied sarcastically turning the machine in a circle.

"Harry, you're going to make me fall off!" I grabbed at the hood of the lawnmower that I was sitting sideways on as Harry spun it in a wide circle.

"I wouldn't let that happen!" Harry took a bite out of the apple in his hand and used the other to spin the wheel.

The camera crew disappeared behind a line of pine trees as we moved up a hill.

"Look out!" Anne warned again as Harry and I began heading straight towards a low stone wall.

Harry didn't turn in time and we hit the wall. The impact sent me flying off the lawnmower and through the trees. I rolled down the hill and came to a less then graceful stop at the feet of a cameramen. No doubt this would be edited into the boys' movie.

"Abby!" Harry's voice was panicked.

"I'm good!" I uneasily stood up and brushed the grass off my jeans. "I'm good!"

"Are you sure? That was quite a fall." Anne stood on the patio wiping her hands with a dishcloth.

"I'm okay. The ground and my face have had several meetings before. No harm done."

"Abby, are you okay?" Harry appeared at my side and cupped my face with his large hands.

"I'm fine." I reassured him.

"Harry, what did I tell you? What if she got seriously hurt?" Anne scolded her teenage son.

"I dunno." Harry shrugged.

"Supper's ready by the way. Come inside and wash up." Anne disappeared inside the small house.

"C'mon Speed Racer. Let's go get you washed up." I tugged on Harry's hand and led him towards the house.

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Harry's mouth was covered in spaghetti sauce as he messily forked heaps of the pasta into his mouth. Giggling I used my thumb to wipe away the sauce. Harry's tongue darted out of his mouth and he licked my thumb. I shrieked and pulled my hand away in disgust as Harry laughed.

I rolled my eyes as Gemma spoke up. "You two are adorable together. I wish your management could see that and let you be together in public."

"Erm, well actually that's changed." I said shoving a forkful of spaghetti in my mouth.

"Oh really? What happened?"

"Harry?" I said hoping he'd be the one to explain.

"Uh, after we finished shooting the music video I went to talk to management-"

---Flashback---

"Wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes." Harry turned the knob on the door to Mark's office and opened the door.

"Harry, you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do." The door clicked behind him as he shut it.

I let out a sigh and leaned against the wall. It had been a month since paparazzi had managed to get pictures of me jumping to Harry and Zayn's balcony. My official statement had been that I had accidentally locked myself out on my balcony. So therefore I decided it would be appropriate to jump to another balcony on the 17th floor of our hotel. Management had been furious when the photos surfaced and threatened to fire me. My mother was just as mad and was close to taking me off the tour herself. I managed to coax her into letting me stay after an hour long screaming match.