Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Nobody Compares

The bright flashing of cameras temporarily blinded me as I stepped out of the car. Along with screams as the One Direction boys stepped out of the car ahead of me.

Harry wraps an arm around my waist and dips his head to speak into my ear. "It feels good to be home."

"You've said that five times already." I reply smiling as we pose for the cameras.

Harry's arm stays around my waist as we move along the red carpet. "I know, I just can't help it. I'm never home anymore."

"I know the feeling. Want to take a front page picture?"

"What do you mean?" He replies still smiling for the sea of photographers.

"Kiss me." I say and Harry takes no hesitation in meeting my request.

More cameras flash and we break apart. "I don't see how that's front page material. Zayn's engagement is going to big a much bigger story then a kiss." Harry says pulling me along.

"I know. I just wanted an excuse to kiss you." I smile.

"You don't need an excuse to get me to kiss you. I'm happy to do it anytime." Harry says and kisses me again. "Just like that."

"C'mon you two snoggers. Cut the PDA and let's go inside." Louis shoos us into the theater with his hands teasingly.

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"Oh, no you don't. We are not having a repeat of last time." Harry takes the glass of alcohol from my hands and sets it back on the table.

"Not even one?" I fake plead.

"Not even a sip." He sates firmly and leads me away from the beverage table.

"You're no fun. You're drinking." I point out.

"Yes, but I'm legal and I can contain my alcohol."

"Liar, you and Zayn got wasted that one time and ran around our hotel without pants on singing and I quote 'Do your pants hang low? Do the sag to the ground? Do they hang round your ankles? Do they hang round your knees'. Enlighten me on how that's containing your alcohol." I say as Harry pulls me into the line for the photo booth.

"Yes, but I didn't try sobering myself up by standing in the middle of a fountain."

"I was drunk! Do you really expect me to function properly?" We are at the front of the line now.

"Just get in the damn booth." Harry pulls the curtain aside and gestures me to go in.

I laugh and sit on the small black bench. Harry shoves me aside playfully and sits down. After pressing a few buttons a countdown begins on the small screen in front of us. Harry and I smile normal for the first picture and make dorky faces for the next two. During the last shot Harry wraps a hand around my neck and pulls my mouth against his. My fingers tug at the curls at the base of his neck. Our kiss, well make out session more like, is cut short by a loud burst of laughter.

"Haz, you just can't keep you hands off the poor girl can ya?" Louis' loud voice fills the small space as he pokes his head in past the black curtain.

I sneak out of the back of the booth out of embarrassment. Harry and I very a very public couple, but the photo strip Louis is waving around is a bit too much for me. I only make it a few feet before I crash into someone.

"Abigail!" An overexcited voices greets me.

"Caitlyn? What are you doing here?" I steady myself in my tall navy pumps and turn to face my publicist.

"I was invited by an old friend, but that's not important right now. However, I'm glad I ran into you. I've been meaning to e-mail this to you, but I haven't had that time." She begins to search her large purse and pulls out a badly folded piece of paper. "Here."