Secrets (On hold)

Prologue

"She loved him and he loved her but it wasn't that simple"



*Lauren's POV*

"So what are you and Harry?" Ahhh, the dreaded question Nana just asked me.

I can't say I blame her, Harry travels the world and is very famous, she has to be curious. I know she doesn't see him often. I politely answered all her hounding questions, and felt pleased when I could start to tell she approves of me. I had somehow managed to steer her away from any questions about Harry and I's relationship, but I knew the inevitable would come. If Harry can't even tell his Aunt about us, can I tell his grandmother? She is a terribly sweet old lady, rather mischievous, and seems like a laugh. I can't decide if Harry would want me to tell her or not. Honestly, the only people that know about our relationship are people we are constantly with, and couldn't possibly hide it from; also our families. I don't exactly know who Harry has told out of his family, but I definitely know his mother, father, stepfather, sister, and stepbrother know. I've met his cousins before, but Lou was there, so we didn't have any reason to explain why I was.

"We are friends." I tell his Nana, smiling at her.

"You must be a very close friend if Harry decides to bring you to a wedding his best mates aren't even at." Nana says, winking at me.

My mouth falls open and I quickly shut it.

"I..."

"Shhhh!" Nana puts a finger to her lips. "Your secret is safe with me my dear." She places a hand over mine.

I smile at her and laugh to myself. "Thank you. What gave it away?"

"I may be old but don't under estimate me, I've been around awhile sweets, I can tell he loves you just by the way he looks at you." She smiles at me, crinkles spreading around her green eyes.

My heart swells. I was feeling a little embarrassed about Harry calling me his friend, but I figured he must have reasons behind it. Nana telling me she could see that Harry loves me, reassures my confidence.

"Thank you. If you can keep this between you and me," I lean in to her and she leans closer to me. "I love your grandson a lot. He's an amazing person with so many exceptional qualities. Many of them obvious, but some hidden, and I'm glad he has let me into his life to share his family and self with me." I whisper to her.



"When someone really loves, it doesn't mean that they'll never hurt you, it just means that when they do, you can see it in their eyes, it's hurting them too."

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