Together [Sequel to Love Actually]

Chapter 19

               I woke up the next morning, and Harry wasn’t in bed with me. I heard his voice, coming for the other room, so I slowly got out of bed to find him. He was sitting on the couch, talking into his phone. He seemed really agitated, and faked a smile when he saw me walk in the room.

               I sat down next to him, and rested my head on his shoulder, recalling last night’s events. There was a rumor he cheated on me, but I didn’t believe it. He didn’t cheat on me. He wouldn’t.

               I listened to Harry’s conversation, and came to the conclusion that was what he was talking about. He hung up abruptly.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Stupid publicist.” He muttered.

“What did they want?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He snapped.

“Sorry for asking.” I said quietly, standing up.

“No Scarlet, stop. I’m sorry, I’m just really stressed out.” He said burying his face in his hands.

“You can talk to me Harry. I’m here for you.” I said.

“I just don’t want to put weird thoughts in your head; like that I cheated on you. I don’t want you to have to deal with all the drama and stuff.” Harry said softly.

“I can manage Harry, I’ve been through a lot worse than a cheating scandal.” I said sitting back down with Harry.

               Harry nodded, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“The person I was on the phone with was just annoying me is all. They kept trying to say that I cheated on you, when I didn’t. They were like trying to convince me that I really did cheat on you, and trying to put words in my mouth so it would sound like I was saying I did.” Harry said getting flustered.

“Harry, you need to calm down. I know you wouldn’t do that to me, and I believe that you didn’t. Who cares what the media has to say? I don’t, and neither should you. Your true fans will know that you aren’t like that, and the boys will believe you. All your family knows you, and everyone who knows you knows you would never do that. Don’t stress about it. I’m not mad at you.” I said.

“Thank you. That did make me feel better.” Harry said kissing my temple.

“Well good, because I hate seeing you all stressed like this. You have today off, and you need to relax.” I said rubbing his arm lightly.

               He smiled, and picked me up off the couch, and carried me back to bed. We laid down, and he nestled his head into my neck.

“Harry.” I said gently.

“Yeah?” He asked.