Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

They Don't Know About Us

"Why didn't you tell me you could sing like that before? This is great for your career! Why'd you hide that for so long?" I shift my phone to my other ear as my publicist, Caitlyn yelled into the device.

"Why do you even care? Isn't this something Laura should be talking to me about?"

"This is going to impact your reputation and image too! We need to sign you a record deal! I'll talk to Laura and see-"

I look up as Harry steps into the room. "Ready? We're late already."

I pull my phone away from my ear. "Yeah, I just need to find my boots and I'll be ready." I put my phone back up to my ear and not surprisingly Caitlyn is still talking.

Harry nods before leaving the bedroom. "...anyways, what do you think?"

"I'm sorry what?" I ask and stand up from the bed.

"Where you even listening to me for the last five minutes?" Caitlyn groans in frustration.

"Harry interrupted-" I begin to say, but Caitlyn cuts in.

"Harry? Please tell me you two aren't sharing a hotel room together. Your relationship is too messy already. The last thing you need is a baby."

"A baby? Harry and I haven't done anything like that! Ew! Thanks, I really needed that image in my mind!"

"Abs, let's go!" Harry calls from the other room.

"Caitlyn, I have to go. I'll call you tonight before the show." I say quickly and hang up before Caitlyn can respond.

I walk into the main room of our hotel suite and see Harry standing by the door connecting our room to the rest of the boys'. I sigh in relief when I see my boots in his hands. He hands them to me and I quickly pull them on.

"Abigail, Harry, let's go!" Zayn pounds on the door.

Harry swings open the door just as Zayn is about to bang his fist against it again. "We're almost ready. Princess, here just needs to finish putting her shoes on." Harry points to me where I am struggling to pull my boots up my leg and slide the zipper shut.

"Hey, we're ready. Let's go!" Liam appears behind Zayn.

"I'm almost ready. I just need to zip this." I tug on the zipper and groan when it doesn't move.

"We don't have time! Let's go!" Liam shoves through the door and grabs my leg.

"Liam, what are you-" He roughly tugs the zipper up m calf and does the same with the other. "Whoah!" I gasp as Liam grips my arms and pulls me to my feet.

With the help of security we are able to push through the crowd surrounding the outside of the hotel. The black SUV at the curb pull away as soon as we all climb in. I am the last one to enter and end up sitting on the floor between the middle row seats because every other seat is taken.

"Abs, switch with me." Harry pleads.

"No, we're moving anyways." I shift uncomfortably because if the console digging into my back.

"Please, I'd feel better if you would just switch with me."

"Harry." I place a hand on his knee. "No."

"Abs, please? What if we get i to an accident?"

"Harry, it's a fifteen minute car trip. I think we'll be fine. Geesh, and you say I worry too much."

"That's because you do." He grumbles staring out the window.

"Do not!"

"Do too!"